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  1. I figure I should draw more. Not only that, but I should draw better. I'll probably take request later, for now I should just focus on drawing more. Well it's been a while, so here's two I did last night. I already warned NSFW, but everyone who looks at my stuff should be prepared for anything. I'm making it a goal to draw more period, but especially what I do best. Already got more coming, there will be plenty of colored and shaded works, I just needed to loosen up a bit first. EDIT: Before It's too late to edit I forgot to mention. I do lots of furry and anthro stuff, but also pony is a favorite of mine. It's all fantasy porn, I don't go around showing this crap to little kids so I don't care. Not afraid of diaper or males, but I don't usually draw them. I tagged yuri because I plan on it.
  2. So this is an idea I had a while ago, and after some thought I’ve decided it could make a good story. While it is mostly fictional, it does adapt some real life people, locations, and events, but not to the extent where I could say it is based off of one. Also, sorry for not posting, I keep forgotting. A bunch of stuff has happened irl, including the breaking of both my monitor, my desk, my chair, and my leg. (Well actually I suspect it’s just dislocated, but my dad thinks it’s broken. I refuse to go to A&E after last time however, so I’ll be having my Nan who’s a doctor have a look at it before I decide if it’s worth going to the doctors over.) Intro I looked up at my friend, Karen, feeling a combination of terror, panic and anger. My carefully laid plans were collapsing around me. I’d been planning this holiday for ages, and as always, I’ve done considerable research and knew exactly what I thought we’d be doing: My family own a share in a villa, and I’d got permission from them for my friend to join us this year. I don’t always go with my family these days, but I’d decided to this time, and I thought it might be nice to bring a friend along for once. Strangely enough, they had accepted, despite them usually being very overprotective of me and not liking me interacting with people they don’t closely know, but maybe this was because they missed having me round for the holidays. I’d worked out that me and Karen could take an early flight, and then my family could come out later. I personally like early flights for whatever reason, but my family hate getting up early, and would rather fly in the afternoon. I didn’t mind however as I thought it’d give me and Karen a chance to have lunch while we waited and I could show her round some of the places near the airport. I’d even planned for a couple of hours of delay, as airports have ruined more of my plans than anything else by delaying flights. BUT OF COURSE THE AIRLINE HAD TO THROW A SPANNER IN THE WORKS The airline cancelled my family’s flight. The one thing I hadn’t planned for. Of course. And to add insult to injury, they wouldn’t own up immediately either; me and Karen waited in Faro airport for a good 4 hours before we recieved a text from my mum saying they’d just been told their flight wasn’t just delayed, it was cancelled. And worse than that, the flights for the rest of the week were fully booked. “This is the problem with flying in August!” I thought to myself, wishing my mum didn’t insist on traveling in the height of summer... End of Intro
  3. It was a windy day as a young 16-year-old trainer from Kanto walked off the plain on to Anistar city. She wore a black t-shirt with yellow stripes on her short sleeves. Black skirt with yellow trim, and a black hat with a yellow circle on the front and bill. Her brown hair was tied back into a ponytail to keep her hair out of her brown eyes. “Finally, our new journey begins now!” she says happily to a Pokeball as she goes into the airport to get her new Kalos trainer ID. Ayumi Kato The former champion of the Kanto region after her friend Kakeru beat her and took her title. While she could have trained a bit and gone back to reclaim her title, she decided to take a break from battling and try something new. She heard about special pokemon contests in Hoenn and Sinnoh and thought they looked like fun. After hearing the news that Kalos would be hosting their first ever contest league, Ayumi decided to travel to Kalos for her new journey through the contest league! But before the league begins, Ayumi decided to come early and do some sightseeing. Starting with one of the bigger wonders of Kalos, the crystal Sundial! First, however, she should probably rent a room at the pokemon center and drop off her bags before sightseeing. As she steps outside the airport, a strong gust of wind surprises Ayumi as her skirt is lifted up and lets her Eevee printed diapers be flashed to the world! A wave of shame and embarrassment fills Ayumi as she quickly pushes her skirt down and checks if anyone saw her diaper. Thankfully no one did and Ayumi let out a sigh of relief. Due to a stupid attempt at catching a nidoran with her bare hands back when she first started as a pokemon trainer, she got critically poisoned by it and spent a full day in the woods before her Eevee managed to get someone to save her. she spent 2 weeks in the recovery room as the poison was slowly pumped out of her body. mostly by having her drink Pecha berry smoothies and peeing it out. While her body recovered over time, the poison took its toll on her and has left her with a very week bladder as a result. Sadly there was nothing doctors could do but suggest she ware diapers for some protection. Ever since then she has been forced to wear diapers! and because of them, she lost her title as champion! ***** Ayumi was the Kanto champion for about 9 months and got fairly used to the battles. Out of the dozens of trainers that would challenge the league, maybe 3 or 4 would ever reach her. Most of which, only brought a team designed to beat the elite 4 but would have no idea what Ayumi would use against them. While Ayumi had her own personal team, she also had a lot of other pokemon that she trained up thanks to the pokemon league, which give trainers that last challenge of not knowing what she would use. Normally, the battles only last 15 minutes at the most before she beats them. Typically only using 4 or 5 pokemon. But then Kakeru showed up. They were best friends and started their journey at the same time. Even battling for the title after Ayumi had just won it. She beat him and he left to train while Ayumi became the champion. Against him, Ayumi knew she had to use her personal team to take him on! That battle lasted an hour before they were down to just 1 pokemon each. Kakeru had his Gengar use destiny bond to take out Ayumi’s starter pokemon Umbreon. So now it was down to their last pokemon. Ayumi called out her Dragonite while Kakeru called out his exeggutor. But not a normal one, an Alolan exeggutor. It would have been a very close match! If it wasn't for one tinny problem. Her bladder was starting to kill her and she wasn't paying full attention to the battle at hand while trying to not piss herself. She wanted to call time out to take a bathroom break, but that was against the rules. once a battle starts, it won't end without someone forfeiting. She needed to win fast! She had her pokemon use Ice beam to take it out for good! But Kakeru planed for that. And his pokemon hold a Yache Berry that weakens the ice attack just enough to not knock out exeggutor! At this point, Ayumi stopped paying attention and grabbed her diaper in hopes of holding just a moment longer! But it was no use. Dragonite was weakened by an early fight, leading to it being knocked out with a single dragon tail. it crashed down right next to her and startled her for just a moment. At that moment, Ayumi didn't just lose her title as champion but also began wetting her diaper…. ******** She lets out another sight before deciding to find the pokemon center fast and possibly changing onto a longer skirt to protect against the wind flashing her diaper again. However, after traveling just a few blocks she didn't notice any sines indicating were the pokemon center was. Back in Kanto, there were signs all over the place telling trainers were the nearest pokemon center was or how to get to them. But here in Kalos, she hasn't spotted one yet. “Where am I supposed to go?” Ayumi asked herself as she remembered her Pokedex and the GPS map it had. But as she checked she was greeted with an error. ‘Map only for Kanto and Jhoto. Please upgrade for more regions. Ayumi groaned as she put the Pokedex away and looked around. Maybe she could… But her thoughts were derailed when she felt a sudden fullness in her bladder! Her eyes grew wide as she knew she needed to find a bathroom within the next few minutes! She quickly crossed her legs for and began searching frantically for the pokemon center. Where the hell was it! Part of her wanted to ask someone for directions, but in her situation, she didn't want to. The first time she tried that back home she felt like a little girl asking an adult for the potty, just for her to lose control and wet her diaper right then. The look of total disgust from that person haunted Ayumi for so long that she became terrified of even talking to someone when her bladder is full. At this point, she didn't care about finding the pokemon center, she just needed to find any bathroom! She took off seed walking down the street frantically searching for any kind of sign. Any place that would let her release her full bladder! Then she saw it. A sign pointing towards a clothing store! Surely they would have a bathroom! She just needed to hurry up and turn the corner! *WHAM! Ayumi had just run into someone as they both fell to the floor. The person she ran into fell on her side. While Aymi fell on her but. “Ow! That hurt!” the girl Ayumi knocked down said as she sat up. “Didn't you know you shouldn't run around corners like…..” The girl stopped as she looked at Ayumi who’s eyes were wide as dinner plates while her legs were spread and showing off her diaper. The once white diaper with Eevee print slowly turning yellow as the Eevees all evolved into different Eeveelutions. As her diaper fills in front of a complete stranger, Ayumi blushes and cant holds back her tears as they begin to fill her eyes. Her lips quivering as she is about to fully burst out crying. At first, the other girl is just mesmerized by the sight of Ayumi’s wet diaper before the soft sounds ow whimpers reach her ears and she sees Ayumi now crying. “H-h-hey! -i-its all right, um…” the girl was at a loss for words as the began looking around for some other type of help! How was she supposed to stop Ayumi from crying! Then she had an idea! The girl shot up and Ayumi was able to get a good look at the girl she bumped into. She wore a giant corn weed growing V-neck black mini-dress with a white blouse underneath, red scarf, gold hair-clips, pink skirt, a pink beanie with a Poké Ball design in it, black knee-high socks, a yellow backpack, and pink short boots. While standing above Ayumi, the girl grabbed the bottom of her dress and gently lifted it up to show off her own white diaper with Piplups on it. Both girls are blushing brightly as the girl lets go of her dress to hide her diaper but her eyes linger on Ayumi, or more importantly, her wet diaper. Her face growing redder as she realizes she was staring and reaches out a hand to help Ayumi up. “It's ok, I'm Hikari(Dawn), what's your name?” Hikari askes “I-im A-Ayumi.” Ayumi says as she takes the girl's hand and is helped up. But is still crying. Hikari quickly gives the girl a hug in hopes of making her feel better. “Everything will be ok,” Hikari says as she lets go and looks at Ayumi who was still crying but calmed down a bit. “Would you like some help?” “I-i don't know were the p-pokemon center is…” Ayumi tells Hikari shyly as her beet red and tearful face looks down. “Oh! You must be new here too! I got lost myself my first day.”Hikari says as she grabs Ayumi’s hand. “Come on, ill take you to the pokemon center!” Hikari pulls Ayumi along as she leads the tearful girl to the nearest pokemon center. Along the way, they pass by a girl who was looking at her watch and not paying attention to them. She was a tall and slim young girl. She has very long dark brown hair tied in two large sock buns above her ears, with two long locks hanging loose to her waist, and shorter locks on either side of her face, pale peach skin and dark blue eyes. She wears a pink and white visor on her head, as well as a salmon pink tank top tied with a bow around her neck like a bikini top under a white quarter length slim fit top with ice blue sleeves and a fully salmon pink semi-Poké Ball printed on the chest area. On her bottom half, she wears frilly flared mustard yellow shorts with salmon pink socks. Her hi-top shoes are ice blue and white with mustard yellow laces. She carries a large salmon pink and white handbag with a black strap over her shoulder. But as they walked past each other, Ayumi thought for just a second, she saw something peeking from the girl's shorts. But before she had a chance to look again, Hikari stops. “Here we are!” Hikari tells Ayumi as they enter inside. Inside was full of people and pokemon all chatting away and a few even looking over to Ayumi. Ayumi blushes more and quickly turns her eyes to the floor as Hikari leads her towards the front desk. “Hi, my friend is looking to get a room,” Hikari tells the desk lady. “Ok, just one sec. I'll just need your friend's name and trainer ID.” the lady sais but Ayumi is too embarrassed to even look up to acknowledge the lady. “Oh, right,” Hikari says as she motions for the lady to get closer before whispering something into her ear. “I-i see.” the lady sais while blushing a little. “Just one moment.” The desk lady does something on her computer before looking back at the two girls. “A nurse joy will be here in just a moment,” she tells them. A few moments later, a nurse joy comes out and gives the girls a smile before taking Ayumi’s hand. “Come with me, dear. Well make things all better.” the nurse says as she leads Ayumi towards the back to get a diaper change. Before going into the back, Ayumi looks back at Hikari who gives her a smile and wave. “I'll be waiting right here for you when you're done,” Hikari tells her before the girl is taken into the back room. As soon as she was out of sight, Hikari’s mind flashed back to Ayumi’s wet diaper. She wasn't sure why, but the sight of seeing such a cute girl wet a diaper made Hikari smile even more. She blushed as she realized her own diaper was now growing warm and wet. But she didn't mind. Her main thoughts were focused on Aymui and her diaper. And how she wanted to see more of it. *************** this is a commission for shadows09 thank you so much for the commission and I look forward to working with you again! ^.^ also, if you like my work and would like a commission, please go here! https://www.deviantart.com/pinkthedinosaur/journal/STARTING-COMMISSIONS-800338196
  4. Read First I'm really sorry if this against the rules, but I went ahead and created a new topic with tags. I didn't want to write anything that would be offensive to people who weren't into certain kinks and such. I'll continue to write this for a bit since it's been a pretty fun to practice writing. If any moderators come across this, Please just delete the original topic by the same name! Also added a doodle of Miyuki, not great but thought it would be nice to kinda show what I think, since my writing isn't the best. Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend. Chapter 2 Miyuki had paid and left the restaurant as she began walking back to her apartment. She was in great mood, it wasn't everyday that she had a long conversation like that. She wanted to call Katou-san right away, of course she was still working. Now that she thought about it, she never told Miyuki, what would be a good time to call. Miyuki soon arrived at her apartment, taking off her shoes, placing them at the door. Miyuki-san happily sat on her computer chair where she left her phone, and immediately, entered in Katou-san's number into her contacts list. Swirling in her chair, her excitement grew. She soon took notice of her own eagerness, "Okay I've gotta distract myself... I've got work to do so I should get started." She woke her computer, to resume her work. She began to re-read and do some slight editing to her script before grabbing her sketch book and started drawing some rough sketches of the scenes, looking up every once in while to read. She put some music on, and soon found her self completely engaged in her activity. It had been about 5 hours of non-stop work. Her hand was a bit cramped, and her back felt stiff. A good sign she had been working to long. She let out a soft yawn, as she checked the time. 5:32pm "Whoah, yeah I should probably take a nap...b-but what if Katou-san calls first? I should just wait a bit longer..." She swiveled her chair towards her tv turning it on, continuing where she left off on her anime she was watching earlier. Soon the tired girl gave in to slumber right there in her computer chair... She woke slowly wiping sleep from her eyes. The tv repeated the main menu music, the window was dark. Coming to her senses she checked her phone it was 11pm. Miyuki Jumped up "N-No! I fell asleep!" She quickly checked her phone for any messages, seeing none she became very conflicted about what she should do. Was Katou-san already asleep? Did she work later? Miyuki grew desperate so she painfully pressed the call button and awaited for Katou-san to answer. The phone ringed for a bit each time was more disheartening. Hello? A voice on the other end spoke out. K-Katou-san?! I-it's me, Izumi! She gripped the phone tensely. "Oh, Izumi-san, you know... I was getting worried that you didn't want to see me..." Miyuki-san yelped, "T-That's not true! I-I just didn't know when was a good time to call, a-and then, I wasn't sure if you worked late, and then I tried just waiting but then I fell asleep. a-and-" Katou-san interrupted her. "I-I'm sorry... I was just teasing! Please calm down, I kind of figured that was the issue, I'm kind of an airhead sometimes. I should really pull back on the jokes." Miyuki once again fell for another one of her traps. "O-oh! y-you really had me worried Katou-san!" She shook her fist at nothing in particular. Katou-san apologized again, "Sorry, don't be mad please! Well it's kind of late I think all the coffee shops around here are closed..." Miyuki felt disappointed in herself but her determination was still high. "Katou-san! H-How about a b-beer! The bars are still open!" There was some giggling over the phone before Katou-san in between laughter replied. "Oh really! I didn't take you for someone who drank, or even someone who was old enough to!" Miyuki slightly embarrassed reassured her. "N-No I-can drink! I-I can even hold my liquor!" I'm serious! T-there's even a bar not too farm from my apartment!" There was some silence, before Katou-san replied. "I guess I have to take your offer! How about we meet at the restaurant in around 10 minutes?" Miyuki-san excitedly agreed before hanging up. She jumped all round excited as she quickly got her things ready and ran out the door, only returning a few seconds later because she forgot to lock it. Miyuki hadn't felt so happy in a long time, she was going out at night to meet a friend she had met the same day. She quickly made it to the restaurant, only 5 minutes early. She waited and waited with a grin on her face, looking about and searching for any sight of the blond. The more she waited the more she realized how few people were out, It was actually a bit spooky. Seemingly out of nowhere, She was frightened by a "boo" Jumping away she nearly had a heart attack, if she hadn't realized that it was Katou-san who had snuck behind her. K-Katou-san! Miyuki made a voice that was angry but not in the slightest intimidating. The blond was quick to apologize I'm sorry! You just looked adorable looking all over the place like that!" Miyuki blushed before she took notice of Katou-san outfit, it was much more stylish than her own clothes. She wore her hair in the same natural way, but she wore a cool looking black jacket with a blouse that exposed just enough cleavage to cause anyone to blush,and she wore a pair of jeans that hugged her legs nicely. "You done gawking?" I'm ready to hit the bars girl!" Miyuki playfully getting her attention. Miyuki came to her senses "R-right! sorry t-this way!" She led the away to the promised bar. It had been quite a couple of hours, it had started awkwardly enough as they broke each other in and soon they were talking comfortably. Comfortably left, and then came more intimately. Miyuki had lied about her ability to keep her liquor and it was obvious to Katou who was much better at doing so. Izumi had taken pleasure in drinking way to much, and by her 5th beer, was incoherently explaining to Katou-san how cool magical girls are and how she's wanted to be one all her life. Making all kinds of silly gestures and signs that the blonde could only laugh at. Miyuki had nearly ordered another before Katou stepped in. "I think you've had enough Izumi-san." She grabbed her hand before she rose it trying to get the bartenders attention. In her drunken state she had no fear of anyone even men. Though it was mostly due to Katou-san who ordered the first 2 drinks. Miyuki paused drunkenly before realizing what Katou-san meant. "O-Oh! I see, I am drunk..." It had been about 2 hours, and it was getting late, Katou felt a bit bad for the poor girl she must have been trying to impress her but she wasn't doing so well because she couldn't walk straight. Miyuki instead that she was okay and could handle the walk back to her apartment, but the mature blond knew better she put her arm around miyuki and helped her staggering out of the bar and down the dimly lit street. The normal 5 minute walk took roughly 20 minutes due to Miyuki drunken directions but eventually Katou and the young girl made it to her apartment, or at least she hoped. Miyuki had been rambling nonsense the entire time, but upon reaching the door on the 3rd floor Miyuki finally spoke something that she understood. "Um Katou-san I don't feel very good." Just then the blond, realizing what she meant, and had no time to react. The young girl stared off into space before vomit spewed from her mouth and nose. It wasn't long before she was sobbing. There was vomit on her front door as well some that had dripped on to her sweater and shoes. Katou-San quickly fished for her keys in the girls purse. Upon getting the door open she set Miyuki up against the wall. "Don't leave me Kato-san... I'm sorry." Katou reassured her. "Hey it's okay I'm gonna be right back you stay here and just have a seat." Katou had been to many parties before and knew how to deal with these things. She searched her apartment before finding her bathroom, grabbing a towel she ran back out side wiping off Miyuki's drooling mouth. She gently took Miyuki's glasses off placing them in her pocket. She then took care taking off her stained shoes. Upon taking Miyuki's sweater off Izumi-San suddendly had a burst of energy, she seemed feerful "w-what are you doing Katou-san! She weakly held on to herself making it difficult to remove her sweater. "Izumi-San sweetie your sweater is covered in vomit, I need to take it off-" "d-dont! Stop!" Her protests were void of energy. Eventually Katou-san was able to get her sweater off leaving her in a t-shirt, skirt, and black stockings. She picked up the incoherent girl, to her bed sitting her up on the edge of the bedside. "Izumi-san I think,it's best that you take a shower to try and sober you up." The young girl was nearly passed out and her eyes were red, from crying. She was most definitely tired. After some though Katou thought it was best to let her sleep. She didn't want to leave her alone in case she ended up suffocating on her own vomit. So she did the next best thing and slept next to the poor girl and kept her head on her side of the bed with a trash can. She opted for the gjrl's computer chair because for some reason her bed was a bit damp, she also noticed the strange plastic feeling under her sheets. She could only put two together which only made her feel more sorry for the girl. She had at least moved her to the dryer side of her bed. She couldn't help but rub her tired head. She looked like a little doll without her glasses on. She did have to admit she did look quite adorable with them on as well. But she kept her thoughts hidden away. She noticed looked at the clock on the night stand it was 3am. It seemed like it had been much longer. She too found herself nodding off, before she new it she was already asleep. Light was beaming into her Katou's eyes she realized it was morning, but didn't know the time. Looking over at the clock again it read 8 am, She nearly had a heart attack but she realized it was Sunday, a day she had off. Relieved she remembered that she spent the night in Izumi's apartment watching over the poor girl. She was actually a lot more worried that she had shifted her position in her sleep on to her side, but was relieved to see she was breathing. She had somehow able to find her body pillow with some anime character on it. She found equally cute as Izumi was hugging in her sleep. Katou-san couldn't help but to take picture with her phone until she realized it was dead. "figures..." She said with a smile before going back to watching the cute girl again. She had almost reached over to pet her head, until she suddenly noticed Izumi's light brown skirt, grew darker before visibly flowing liquid could be seen and heard. Katou gasped out loud before attempting to wake the girl up. Multiple shoves were required as the young girl held tightly to her pillow urine began to soil that too, as she had it tucked in-between her legs. "Izumi-san please wake up!" she said gently trying not to startle her awake. She suddenly woke up and she just stared off into the distance before noticing a blond girl looking over her. "K-katou...san?" she shifted and immediately felt the wetness on her legs and skirt as well as the currently trickling pee. Miyuki tried to jump up and quickly dart for the bathroom but she was wrapped up in her sheets and the large body pillow, she tried and tried, fighting to make it to the bathroom but she couldn't even get a foot on the floor. Eventually her bladder gave up and she sat there on her bed on her hands and knees wetting herself. She hung her head in shame but was equally to scared to look anywhere else. Thankfully her lower portion was covered in sheets, but even Katou knew what she was doing. Her breathing became heavy and staggered as her shoulders jerked. The blond walked over to the girl, she got down in front of the girl, who had made it just to the edge of the bed. She saw the face of a mortified girl, her eyes were open, casted down. brimming with tears refusing to look at anything else. she bit her lip but nothing could stop the pitiful sound of choked sobs. Katou grabbed and pulled the girl into a tight hug, not caring about the soaked sheets that surround the girl. Miyuki made some attempt at an apology but, Katou-san just held her tight without any words. Before long Miyuki gave up and let her self cry, she cried for a long time. The only thing breaking through her sobs, were Miyuki's heartfelt sorry's. it had been about 30-40 minutes before Katou-san spoke. "Izumi-san, It's okay... I don't think of you any less." She began to stroke the girl's hair. "You had a rough night you know? It wasn't your fault." Soon Miyuki had brought her tears down to sniffling. Katou noticed this and began to help the poor girl, trying her best to be tactful. "Hey how about we get you up and into the shower would you like that?" There was a pause before she could feel Izumi nodding. She could feel the girl struggling with the sheets, before Katou, simply princess carried her to the bathroom which almost started Izumi tears back up. "It's okay, just calm down. Miyuki hadn't felt so miserable, so humiliated, and helpless in a very long time. She couldn't help but cry, at the same time, she had never felt such kindness, and love from someone other than her own mother before. She tried her best to stifle her tears, and try to remain somewhat dignified. Soon she was placed down onto her feet. The floor was cold, and her soaking wet stockings didn't help. Katou-san gently untangled the sheets around the shivering girl, soon leaving her in her skirt which was almost completely wet down the middle and around her bottom, her stockings were fully soaked. She was so embarrassed, trying to cover herself which was nearly impossible. The tall blond rolled up the sheets into a ball, before addressing the younger girl. "Izumi-san go ahead and take your clothes off and leave them at the door, you go ahead and take a shower, and I'll wash these for you." Miyuki protested insisting that she shouldn't have to do so, but was ultimately silenced by Katou. "It's okay hun, let me help you." Katou-san took the sheets to the washing machine, and waited outside the bathroom door until a small hand held the soaking wet clothes just outside the bathroom door. The blond grabbed her clothes being mindful not to peak. She took her clothes to the washing machine, and started a load. Soon it was just her, the sound of the washing machine, and the sound of the young girl showering. It had been in the back of her mind since this morning but she felt horrible for feeling the way she did. Katou had a secret, she enjoyed watching girls wet themselves, bed wettings, toilet accidents... She drew immense pleasure from it, but most of all, she enjoyed when it wasn't on purpose... The blond had grown with this strange fetish for a long time, she used to hate herself for having it, and right now she really did hate herself for even thinking about that right now. This wasn't the first time she had witnessed it... but it was surely the most pitiful of them all. All she knew is that she wanted to protect this girl. Deep in her heart she felt that something was hurting Izumi-san. Chapter 3 Miyuki sat silently in the shower, letting the warm water pound her back and head, she had tucked herself into a ball and refused to move for quite awhile. She was replaying the incident over and over. She felt miserable, she felt humiliated, and she felt dumb. She wasn't able to make the call to Katou earlier, so they could have coffee. She couldn't hold her liquor, and ended up vomiting right in front of her. She had to be taken care of by Someone she hadn't even known for whole a 24 hours, forcing her to stay the night in her apartment. To complete the deal she had wet the bed, as well as wetting herself right in front of her. She quietly began to sob again, she tried her best but she just couldn't help feel how helpless and pathetic she was. An unknown amount of time had gone by as she sat in the shower, she had stopped crying and realized she should finish up in the shower and properly apologize to Katou for everything. Turning off the water, she stepped out of the shower, and grabbing a towel, she began to dry herself off. She held on to the door handle tying to compose herself. She was still shaking but she had to do what was right. She called out for Katou but there was no response, She did so again but heard nothing. She opened the door and saw no-one there. She grew worried but she also noticed her bed was not only dry but it was made, her clothes were folded on the bed. It felt weird having the presence of someone else in her, typically empty apartment. She walked over to the bed and noticed some breathing, and sure enough Katou-san had fallen asleep on the floor. She felt embarrassed because she was clutching in one hand her body pillow, and in the other hand her Magical Girl Poya Poya pillow case. She must have been trying to put it back on and fell asleep right on the spot. She smiled a bit, and it was the first smile she had made that morning. Seeing that she was a sleep she went a head and got dressed slipping on a pair of panties, sweat pants, and a long sleeve shirt. She hadn't had anyone sleep over at her apartment or house before, and wasn't really sure what to do, but she figured it was best to let her sleep. She grabbed a blanket from her closet and draped it over the sleeping blond. She soon found herself standing above the girl, staring at her face. It was a beautiful face that made it hard for the girl to look away. She was able to bring herself to her senses and found away to keep herself busy. She went over to the small kitchen area and decided to put a pot of coffee on. She tried her best not to make any noise. She thought about using her computer but the way Katou-san was sleeping made it difficult to actually sit at it, so she decided to work traditionally on her bed. She grabbed her headphones so she could listen to music, but her phone was nearly dead, so she went ahead and put it on the charger. She drew in her sketchbook in relative silence for about and 2 hours had passed and soon Miyuki had fallen asleep as well. Miyuki had been woken for the second time this morning by a blonde girl. She jolted up in surprise, realizing that once again she was going to have to face Katou-san. The blond was relieved, "Sorry that I woke you... I-uh... threw away your plastic sheet... I wanted to make sure you didn't... have another accident." She tried choosing her words more carefully as not hurt the small girl. Miyuki replied, "t-thank you... for doing that..." She went on her hands and knees on the bed, bowing her head, she was groveling in forgiveness. She spoke shaking. "I'm sorry for everything Katou-san. I don't know how to repay you. I'm just so sorry." Katou-san was lost for words. She wasn't Japanese but she knew that groveling was a serious deal. "I accept your apology but it's just as much my fault, I should have known you were having a lot to drink last night. I'm the elder her and I had a responsibility to take care of you. So please for the sake of being my friend will you please not grovel like that?" saying this, the blonde, gently sat on the bed with her. The groveling girl finally sat normally, her face was still hot with shame. She grabbed the small girls hands "Izumi-san... is there anything you want to talk to me about?" Miyuki felt Katou's hands, they were soft and gentle but at the same time she felt that if she ran away those same hands would not allow it. hearing this she thought hard. "Is there something that's been troubling you?" Miyuki was deep in thought unsure if Katou was talking about what she thought she was talking about. She wasn't the most open about things especially her past. "I turned down your offer yesterday... about needing someone to talk to, because I don't feel comfortable with my past. I don't like talking about it and I don't want to think about it." Miyuki listened intently. "Now how about we make a deal, If I tell you about why I left the US, how about you tell me about yourself, and your past." Miyuki thought about it, she twiddled her fingers, and thought really hard, the only ones that new about her past were her parents and her therapist. All of which she hadn't really seen in good while. She did feel safe with Katou-san. She had taken care of her the whole night and continued to do so in the morning. She really must have cared right? She nodded her head hesitantly in response. Katou smiled "Then it's a deal! but before we get started, I smell coffee, and I think this would be a nice talk over some coffee, don't you think?" Miyuki remembered she had put the coffee on but forgot about it when she fell asleep. "Y-yes I think so too, the mood change helped her feel a bit more relaxed. She ran over to the kitchen before turning back. "u-um the coffee... I-I might have to microwave it...." Katou-san replied "That's fine, sorry for the trouble!" It had been an hour of constant talking, most of which had been done by the blonde. Katou-san was born in the US, her real name however was Juliette Alice, she enjoyed her life there. She was a fairly popular girl in high school, a true queen bee. Though she was kind and understanding and was usually the one to stick up for other students the ones that were bullied and such. Juliette was not a very bright girl, nor did she posses any talent in the arts, or music. She did however enjoy sports, she was a good athlete which helped her through high school with numerous scholarships. She did however hold a secret, she was attracted to both women and men, but she never enjoyed the company of men the same way she did when she was hanging around girls. She had always kept this to herself, and for the most part never acted on the urges. It wasn't until the 11th grade that she had befriended a girl that she ran with often during track practice. She had known her for years, and at one point she just felt determined that maybe she was able to understand her feelings. If not, she was still a good friend and would understand her. She thought she had nothing to loose. Juliette decided to come out to her parents first, they were the supportive figures in her life of course. They had disregarded anything she had said, and strictly forbid her from talking anymore about it. She had been in complete shock, she couldn't believe it. About a month later, she brought the topic back up this time she was met with strong retaliation. This went on for months. She felt shame for her sexuality she felt disgusted. If her own parents wouldn't understand, how could anyone else? She continued through her school life, she was no queen bee anymore she was depressed, she became much more stoic, and spaced out. She favored watching videos on the internet, and browsing her computer in the late night. She found herself on forums about romance, and fan fiction, and soon she found her way towards watching anime, she only knew what she heard some of the geekier students talk about when they walked past. She became instantly hooked, she love it, nothing was forbidden, and nothing was wrong, it was all acceptable. Yuri, they called it, She became infatuated with the whole community, the fan works the art, the stories. She was happy, and she felt good about herself, that others were out there that were okay with. it hadn't been a year until her parents had taken notice in her grades. Upon taking her computer away they browsed her history and that was it. They confronted her again, they gave her the option of continuing school or going to bible school. Of course any sane person would have stayed away from the later. So she did, she finished high school, and slowly her rebellious side began to show, and on the day she received her diploma she left home at the age of 18. She left her home and she left her town. She planned ahead selling everything she owned she even stole back the laptop and sold it too. Her plan was to move to Japan. It was a dumb single minded plan but the though of it kept her going. With what she had in cash she was able to open her own bank account, but it wasn't enough, she only had about 1000$. She scrounged around taking small jobs, and by the time she was 22 she amassed about 10,000$ She flew, traveling as light as a feather picking the cheapest location that she could find. A one way trip. She wasn't coming back. She had issues with the language, as well as finding a landlord that would give her a room. She struggled for a long time in between jobs that she couldn't keep because of her living situation. 3 years had passed, she was a complete homeless mess. One night she walked into that same restaurant down the street, she had enough for one meal and a beer. Later that morning the manager's wife. found the same girl asleep outside their restaurant. He took her in and let her use they're shower upstairs. She begged him for a job only in payment for food. The girl worked well, really well and by the end of the day she had earned herself a job, a meal and a home. Her story had moved Miyuki to tears. "Katou-sa-..Arisu-san, oh my goodness, I didn't know you went through so much!" Miyuki held the blonde girls hand as she sniffled. "I-it's okay Izumi-san r-really come on now." Miyuki spoke, again. "I'm sorry, have I've been using the wrong name?" Katou reassured her, "No, please, just use whatever's more comfortable for you okay?" Miyuki nodded. Wow I feel kinda better getting that off my chest! So Izumi-san... I want to know your story, what's been bothering you?" Miyuki knew it was coming but it now was her turn. She played with her fingers before trailing off into speech. "There... was this boy.... that I was friends with..." She spoke slowly as she told the older girl who stared intently with her blue eyes. She told her about how they used to walk to and from school together. How the boy was like a brother to her. She kept avoiding parts of the story, but she couldn't do it with Miyuki's eyes staring at her. "H-he t-t-took... me into the b-bathr" her voice became shaky, "h-he took my m-my und." Katou-san quickly grabbed the girl into a hug as she did many times already. "Hey you don't have to say anymore!" she repeated over and over again. She rocked her back in forth "It wasn't your fault, nothing has been your fault, you hear me?" She continued, soothing the girl. Miyuki could only cry "w-why did he do that?" through her hiccuping voice. Katou continued to hug her tightly as the evening sun lit the tears on the young girls face. Katou once again was holding the girl as she calmed down. She felt as if the past 18 hours consisted of either sleeping, hugging or both. "I-i'm okay now Katou-san" She lightened her hug on the girl. Her eyes red from crying, Katou had forgotten that she still had Izumi's glasses in her pocket. "Oh I almost forgot to give these back." She took the glasses, opening them up and placing them on the girls face. She wiped a stray hair from her face, Katou couldn't help but be honest."Your so pretty Izumi-san, I don't want to see such a pretty face covered with such sad tears." Miyuki felt embarrassed hearing that from her, but secretly she was happy. Miyuki hugged Katou catching the blonde of guard. "T-thank you... for everything today." Katou felt her heart pound warmly. "Aw sweetie, I want to be here for you. I'm your friend arn't I?" about an hour later Katou had Miyuki wrapped in her arms, as they spent the afternoon watching anime together. Katou ordered a pizza, and the two had a great time. Miyuki had not laughed that much in a long time, for a brief instance it felt like a little piece of childhood, had been restored. Soon it was 10 pm. Katou knew she had to go back to the restaurant, and get a good night sleep for work in the morning. Miyuki also had work tomorrow. "Well Izumi-san it looks like our little party is coming to an end." Miyuki wasn't very happy about it but she understood. They hugged each other goodnight as Miyuki worriedly watched her turn the corner down the stairs. "U-um Katou-san w-when will I see you again?" The blond turned and smiled. "The weekend for sure, but the restaurants open till 8pm during the week!" She waved goodbye as she disappeared down the stairs. For the next couple of weeks the two spent many weekends together if not every. They were all each-other really had. Miyuki felt confidence when she was around Katou, she was kind and she was understanding. Katou liked Miyuki she couldn't lie to herself but the relationship she had with Miyuki was nearly enough, she loved seeing that girl smile and laugh. 3 months had passed, it seemed like a whole year to the two girls. One Saturday afternoon the two were together in Miyuki's apartment. Katou had grown used to calling Miyuki by her first name. She thought it was cuter and more fitting than Izumi. Miyuki still called Katou the same name out of respect, she was still her senpai of course. The blond had been watching some of Miyuki's anime, while she was working on a drawing. "Hey, Miyuki..." Katou spoke suspiciously. "yes Katou-san?" The blonde felt bad, she was about to ask something quite serious. "Remember that day after we first met... " Miyuki felt a bit concerned, she turned her computer chair to face her properly but Katou was still face away watching the TV. "O-of course I remember..." "You know how I said that..... I found girls attractive...?" "yes I remember..." Miyuki responded intrigued.. There was a pause before Katou spoke again. "W-well that's it, I-I love you Miyuki." She turned around to face Miyuki, her expression slightly concerned. "Ever since that day I've wanted to protect you, care for you and to love you. I... I was just hoping that you felt the same." Miyuki was surprised because she had never seen Katou blush so hard before, Nevertheless she was happy to hear her words. "I've never really been confessed to nor have I done so... S-so I don't really know how I feel about love with another girl... but I think I might have been feeling the same way, s-so please be patient with me, b-but I accept your confession, because I trust you Katou-san." Katou-san had never felt happier. "Oh Miyuki she ran over to the small girl, eliciting a giggle out of her as she was smothered by the girls hug. They soon found themselves on Miyuki's bed embracing each other. "Hey Miyuki is it okay if sleep over tonight?" Miyuki smiled. "Of course I-I'd love that!". The two were up late in the night drinking coffee and making up silly manga stories, Katou even drew some up, though she wasn't an artist in the slightest, Miyuki tried her hardest not to laugh at the funny faces she drew. Soon it was 1 am and the two seemed like it was time to go to bed. Miyuki had made a bed for the tall girl on the floor next to hers. They hugged each other goodnight, and Katou gave Miyuki a kiss on the forehand leaving Miyuki in a blushed state. "Good night Miyuki, I love you." Miyuki blushed hearing the words again. "I-i love you to Katou-san!" Katou-san was the first to fall asleep. Leaving Miyuki in a blushed mess, she hugged her pillow tightly, she thought to herself. "Katou-san loves me!"
  5. Dimwitrolo

    female Scarlett the Dom

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    "P-please, I've r-really got to pee!" "I want you to beg me." "P-please! Let me pee, please!" "I don't think you're begging enough." "P-please! I-It's coming out!"
  6. Dimwitrolo

    female Lucy gets her own back

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    If you keep up with my Ask Scarlett thread, you might remember how Scarlett made her Step-sister Lucy wet herself one time. Well, Lucy's got her own back. Scarlett's already planning her next move.
  7. Dimwitrolo

    AnonCom

    From the album: DimwitRolo's Commissions

    Commission from an anonymous user. Keep an eye out for more of these two in the future.
  8. Hello, everyone! It's been some time since I've been active on the forums, but I am indeed back, though mostly lurking. Today I kinda want to change that. See, I'm pretty limited in the disposable income department right now, and so I've decided to open up commissions. I have posted a few stories in the past, and if you're looking for detailed smut, or even cutesy stories about comfort and warm fuzzies (that coincidentally feature omo or queer women), I'm your gal. I'm not comfortable writing by word count quite yet, as commission work is quite new to me. For the first few pieces of work, I am charging $5.00USD per piece, and each piece should be a drabble long enough to fit in any omorashi-related themes, plus perhaps a sex scene if desired. Turnaround should be quick, and I am all too happy to keep these private or post them in another thread collecting my various commished scenes. I have a fairly comprehensive list of what I do write, and a list of what I won't. Starting with the latter... I won't write: Male omorashi, heterosexual relationships/sex, underage (This is pointedly very illegal in my country, and absolutely non-negotiable), hard scat, non-con, ponies, or piss drinking. I WILL write: Female omorashi (Both wetting and soiling/messing/pantypooping, whatever your preferred term for it may be), F x F relationships and sex, age differences, kemonomimi ('nekos'), watersports (minus the above exception), diapers, ageplay, anthro (Though I am inexperienced with it, don't expect too much!), intentional 'accidents', transfemme (binary or nonbinary) characters, polyamory adult, sister/sister incest, adult incest between older and younger characters (Mother/Daughter, Aunt/Niece, etc), public accidents, fear accidents, rule 63/genderswapped characters, and (especially in drabble form) Porn Without Plot. I am fairly familiar with a few settings from anime and games, and to a minor degree with certain comics, book series, and so forth. In no particular order, I am quite comfortable writing within... Sword Art Online (OCs only, please) Overlord, Familiar of Zero (Specifically crossovers), Warhammer 40k (Imperium/AdMech, Chaos, Tau, and willing to bend canon), FFXIV with OCs, Bloodborne, and original fiction (medium and soft sci-fi, high and low fantasy, contemporary non-school settings. Anything not on the above list will either take me a refresher if I'm passingly familiar, or at least a little research if I am not. If I am simply not interested or opposed to a certain setting, I will not write it, though I try to keep open minded. Commissions are officially open, and I have two open slots remaining. Post in here and PM me if you want me to work on something, and specify if you'd like it private or public. If something isn't on my list of 'nopes' I might be able to manage it, so go ahead and ask.
  9. "Hahah, you're not very good at this game, are you Risa?" Kotarou looks at me with a grin as the words "Game over!" echo from the television screen. "Oh, you think you can do better then? Here~" I hand the controller over to Kotarou, who happily snatches it up and plops down on the cushion in front of me with a grin. After my humiliating.. er, incident, earlier this evening.. I got the pleasure of having Kotarou help me get showered and cleaned up. Which, of-course, came with endless teasing, that didn't stop until I reminded her how she not too long ago completely soiled herself in my car too. Afterwards, with the storm still going on outside, I decided to play some games in my bedroom with the two. A perfect distraction. It seems to be working, too. Kotarou's been having so much fun taking turns with me she seems to have almost completely tuned out the noise outside. "Fufufu~, I win again!" Kotarou exclaims as she easily beats the level I was stuck on. "There's no way you haven't played this game before." I say with a bit of an annoyed expression. The game being the new Crash Bandicoot N. Sane Trilogy. It's been so many years since I played the original, and I only got the game recently, so I have had little time to play it myself. "I haven't! Maybe I'm just better at video games than you, Risa~" Kotarou teases as she looks back and sticks her tongue out at me. Oh, that's how it is, huh? Let's see if I can put this snarky little pup in her place. As Kotarou begins the next level, I sneakily make my hands up her armpits and begin a vicious tickle attack, causing her to promptly slip up fall off a ledge. "Ahaha.. hahahaha! Hahahahaha, h-hey, s-stop that!" Ohoho? It turns out she's even more ticklish than I expected. "What was that you were saying? If you're so good at this, beat this level and I'll stop!" She attempts the same level again, and for a moment I ease up on the tickling.. until she gets to the most challenging part of the level, and then I begin my attack again. She somehow suffers through until the tickles make her accidentally spin and blow herself up with a TNT box. "Hahahahaha! Aha.. hahaha, d-damnit Risa! Hahahaha!" I grin madly as I continue the attack, noticing the doggy girls' legs shifting and writhing together. "Pffft, now why did you do that?" "Y-You made my hand slip!! T-This is not fair! Hahaha! Not fair at all!", Kotarou barely stammers this out between giggles. "Well, hurry up and try again, beat the level and I'll stop!" Even as I let off on the tickle torture, I can feel Kotarou's squirming around restlessly on the cushion, bringing about an evil grin on my face. I let her play most of the level normally this time, reveling in the sight of her butt squirming around between obstacles. She ends up dying a few times before running towards the end, on her very last life, and then.. I strike! The doggy girl does her best to ignore me and concentrate on the level. But I keep up the tickling, even letting my hand trail up to her chest and give her breasts a teasing squeeze between tickles as she jumps in surprise. Spurt! "R-Risa, hahaha, y-you pervert!" Spurrrrt! In Kotarou's frantic attempt to remain focused and complete the level, she doesn't even seem to notice as a lengthy, strong splurt of warm liquids force their way out of her, rapidly soaking through the fabric of her jeans and pooling under her backside and soaking into the cushion. Despite my best efforts, Kotarou rushes to the end and completes the level. Though, as soon as the "level complete" screen turns up, she realizes her dilemma. "A-ah, ah crap!" Kotarou's cheeks glow a shade of red as the doggy girl shoves the controller into her crotch to stem the flow. "R-Risa! I won! I won! Now let me up! We had a deal!" I think to let her go, savoring the thought of watching Kotarou rush desperately to the restroom with streams running down her legs, when.. Pbbrrrtttt! Kotarou does something that makes the controller (which is still jammed firmly up her crotch) vibrate aggressively. "A-ah! Oh-ohhhh~!!" That audible moan is enough to make both me and Mikan (who has been gawking at the entire situation from my bed rather dumbfounded) blush, though not nearly as much as Kotarou, who instantly lets go of the controller and clamps her hands over her mouth. Bad idea for her._ Pffsshhhhhsssss~! Suddenly, the flood gates burst open and a roaring hiss can he heard as a gush of warm liquids splurt out from Kotarou's nether regions, sending a dark splotch running down her thighs before pooling up over her legs, turning her lap a glistening, dark blue before soaking into her butt. It's not long before I feel those same warm liquids pooling back from the seat cushion and soaking into my own jean shorts. I burst into laughter as Kotarou suddenly jumps up and attempts a futile rush towards the toilet, only to slip on the floor cushion and, in quite an awkward display, fall face forward right on top of me with her crotch buried right in my face. Feeling the warmth of Kotarou's still very soggy jeans pressing against my face sends blood rushing to my face, but I still can't stop giggling as Kotarou lets out a resounding, long frustrated cry of defeat. "Hahahah, K-Kotarou, get off me! I can't breathe!" Kotarou, looks down at me for a moment, before her ears perk up and a smirk appears on her face. "What was that Risa? I'm afraid I couldn't hear you~?" Kotarou pushes herself up slightly and I begin to make my way out from under her. "I said-" SQUISH!~ "Mmmph!" Without warning, I find Kotarou's soaking wet butt planted right on my face. "A-ah, Risa!", I hardly hear Mikan's concerned pleas as Kotarou teasingly wriggles her derriere against my face, eliciting more squishes. I open my mouth to yell for her to get off, but instead of words, all I find breaking out from my lips is a heavy moan of pleasure. "Mmphh, nnnhhhohhh~!" My legs shift and squirm wildly as I weakly try to fight free, which merely causes Kotarou to laugh harder. "Hahahah! Risa, you're such a pervert! Let's see how much you like this then!" With my hands cupped around Kotarou's rear, I'm hardly able to squeeze and push enough to lift her an inch before a familiar hiss fills my ears. "K-Kotarou, you aren't! Don't you dare!" The blue-haired doggy girl looks down at me with a smirk as all but her wagging tail relaxes again, and sure enough, moments later a hot, glistening golden liquid comes cascading down and soaking into her bottom before sending several rivulets splashing down onto my already dampened face. I try to push harder, but Kotarou fights back and easily overpowers me, and I'm met with yet another, much squishier impact of the doggy girls' butt planting itself back onto my face, warm liquids pooling and streaming down all the while. I squeeze and push harder, but all this does is make Kotarou wriggle her butt against me more and I can't help but let out another loud moan as some warm liquids pool into my mouth. Oh god. My face contorts as I have no option but to swallow some of it, and my hands collapse as I submit to my fate. A few moments later, once Kotarou finally finishes emptying her aching bladder, she lets herself up and I'm finally able to breathe again. I look up to see Kotarou who, despite standing there in completely drenched jeans, is smirking with accomplishment. Mikan on the other hand, is blushing thoroughly through a covered face. After gathering my breath, I sit up and let out a sigh, using my sleeve to wipe some of the urine off my face before facing Kotarou and sticking my tongue out defiantly. "You know, you call me a pervert, but I think you enjoyed that a little too much." Kotarou just grins and sways her soggy tush at me, wet tail wagging all the while. During this time, I notice Mikan's gone oddly silently and won't stop shifting in place. "Uhm, Mikan? Do you gotta pee now too?" "A-ah, n-no!" Mikan jumps, cheeks red and quickly waves her arms. Kotarou looks back and forth between the two of us, before sniffing in Mikan's general direction, and grinning again. "Mikan~ are you taking after your masters perverted ways? It seems someone else is feeling frisky now too~". Both of our cheeks burn a deep shade of red. "W-what are you talking about?" I exclaim, as the orange haired doggy girl stammers out "M-Mikan is not, she just, just, uhm!" Kotarou just bursts out laughing again before leaning into me with a sly grin, ears perked up and tail still wagging. "Don't you know, Risa? Our sensitive noses allow us to pick up all kinds of things.. ..and right now, you're drenched in pheromones.. among other things!" W-what? Obviously I know anthropoid's have sensitive noses, but.. surely she's making that up. My face turns even redder as I take a step back. "S-so.. every time I've been.. ..you could tell?" Kotarou leans back and grins with a proud look on her face. "Of-course, nothing slips by my sense of smell~" I feel shivers run up my spine. "That is a complete invasion of privacy, you know!" Kotarou laughs again. "Don't worry, Risa~ unlike me, it seems Mikan can only subconsciously pick up the scent. But even so, when a pet has such strong feelings for their master.. it's natural for them to react to their masters feelings and urges." Kotarou gently nudges a still very blushy Mikan into my direction. "So, maybeee.. you should accept responsibility for what you've done to her, while I go to take a shower~" I stand there flustered for a moment, looking down at Mikan as she shyly returns my gaze, before a cooling sensation below snaps my back to reality. "H-hey, wait a minute, you're not the only one who needs a showe-!" I try to call out, but she's already made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. Leaving just a very blushy Mikan and I.
  10. The other day I was reminded of an incident that happened with me and my first girlfriend. While thinking about how I could use it to write a story, I was reminded of another experience I had with the same girl. Unfortunately, these happened what must’ve been 8 or 9 years ago, and I remember almost no dialogue, and little of the context, although I remember the actual events quite well. Therefore unlike my other fictions, this story is going to be much more fictitious, and I’m going to effectively write a story that incorporates what I remember of the experiences, despite the fact that the experiences happened at different times, because I don’t remember enough to give each one their own story that is mostly accurate to what really happened. The actual omorashi bits will be mostly accurate to the real events however, as I remember them much better. Intro: It was the middle of spring, 2009. It was Friday, unfortunately, and I awoke at 7AM for another “boring” day of Primary School. I was only in Year 4, which sets this story far earlier than any of my others. (Obligatory warning that nothing illegal happens in this story because of the ag of the characters, which I am only making so young because that is literally when this happened and I want to keep this accurate as some events only make sense in the context of Primary School.) While I still wasn’t rally that exited for school, I’d much rather stay at home and read, there was an event of interest. We were going on a school trip to a Roman villa, or at least, a museum built upon the remains of one. I still remember some of this trip, it was one of the best school trips I ever went on. I woke up, and got dressed. I made myself a cup of tea, a task I had only learned to do a year prior and was still trying to refine. I remember around this time that I used to try and experiment with the brewing time to determine how long I liked, back then I liked to remove the teabag almost immediately, meaning I liked the taste of the boiled water rather than the tea, whereas now I prefer 5 or 6 minutes. (This is the problem with my memory. I don’t remember almost any dialogue from this, but I do remember how long I brewed my tea for.) I didn’t know how to cook at this age, so I simply got out the book I was reading and lounged about in the living room and read that for half an hour. I was a very different person back then to now. My family were a bit beyond on technology, our prefered physical media format was VHS, despite DVD coming out 13 years earlier, and we still used a huge armchair sized CRT for TV despite everyone else in our neighbourhood converting to LCDs or Plasma a few years earlier. While I didn’t collect retro technology back then, I wouldn’t have been surprised if you mistakenly thought I did. The reason why I spent my time reading rather than playing a computer game like most of my friends did back then was because our most up-to-date computer was a HP Pavilion dv2000 laptop, that was a museum-piece back then, coming on for 8 years old, that I still own somehow despite it being nearly 17 years old. Anyway, enough about me, my mum came downstairs later, made me some boiled duck eggs for breakfast (don’t ask me why I remember what I had for breakfast that day, I don’t know myself.) and took me to school. I entered my classroom, said hello to my friends, and sat down at a desk at the back of the classroom where I usually would sit because it had a computer on it that I would use to write stories on. I chose this one specifically because it had one of those massive old CRT monitors, rather than the much smaller LCD monitors most of the school computers had moved onto. I preferred the older monitors despite the annoying high-pitched noise they made, (I was used to it from at home though, so it didn’t really bother me.) because the LCD monitors of the day were quite fragile and some of the Neanderthals I called classmates would think it was funny to press down the screen until the liquid crystals dispersed, causing large black splotches that never healed. Nowadays that’s not so much of a problem, but back then it was awful. I used to stick with the CRT displays despite them being nearly as old as me even when I was going there because no matter how hard those idiots tried they could break them so easily. My girlfriend at the time, my first girlfriend, in fact, Sam, came and sat down next to me, and we had a conversation before class started. I never learned what Sam was short for, or at least if I did I never remembered it. I think it was probably short for Samantha, but I don’t remember. I used to know her last name too, but I forgot that a couple of years ago and now I don’t know it anymore. End of Intro: That’s the end of this one for now. It’s just the intro, but I’ll write some more later. I plan to finish my other two stories before I work on this one too much, but I want a reminder of this so I don’t forget the idea before I can write any more of this.
  11. nasfan9

    did it again bg

    From the album: Nasfan9's Omo/Omu art

    I added a quick background and another character to the image. I kinda had Katou in mind when drawing her but it's not quite was I was looking for. If anything it could be called concept art ha!
  12. nasfan9

    female did it again R

    A sketch of Miyuki Izumi from my story.
  13. Yo guys, im finally back, and i can draw you some of your requests! if you want a full colored and shaded pic you can commission me by dms. •I never tried male desperation, but i wanna try to draw it, so ask if you want uwu •if you want a background just tell me •I never tried full nudity, so same as the male desperation. •For requests i will only draw a sketch and a quick lineart like this 👇👇👇
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    Update: The 'Drawnonymous' Tumblr account is officially gone forever ? Since Tumblr is basically dead and Drawnonymous said himself that he may disappear forever, I decided to save his art and archive it here forever. For those of you who are unfamiliar with 'Drawnonymous' he was an artist dedicated to adding diapers to hentai he already found online. I sent him several requests myself including Shadbase's drawing of Wyldstyle from the Lego Movie pulling her pants down and exposing her bare butt (which he unfortunately never made). Contains some nudity and light diaper messing

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  15. With the flick of a switch, your terminal powers up. The machine comes to life with a low pitch hum that whispers in your ear. The screen flashes, bearing the familiar startup screen. A bright blue glow illuminates your dark room. “Beginning start-up process." Siren announces. "Location: Horizon, Hades VI. Current date: November 19th, 2234. Current time: 7:45am. Current external temperature: 25 degrees.” The camera fixed atop your terminal glances over you like a metal eye, whirring quietly. “Opening shutters.” Daylight begins to stream into your room as you hear the mechanical shutters opening behind you. It’s dawn, the cityscape is still dark, barely lit by the rising sun. “Please enter your passcode, user.” “Passcode: David eight one.” You speak clearly. “Passcode accepted. User: Amelie Rigton.” The voice of Siren, the virtual intelligence greets you with her robotic, yet polite voice. “Good morning, Administrator.” You yawn heavily, your eyes still heavy from lack of sleep. Your nerves had kept you awake for a good part of the night. Sleep felt impossible. You awoke earlier than you had hoped, barely dressed yourself in a pair of boxers and a vest, grabbed some coffee from the kitchen and decided it was best that you made sure everything was prepared for tonight. You take a sip from the cup, the bitter coffee perks you up mildly. “Open my files, Siren.” “What system are you wishing to access, Administrator?” You set down your morning coffee by the terminal and brush back the unkempt hair from your face. With heavy eyes you gaze into the illuminated screen. The brightness hurts your eyes. “Open file 1b1a.” The terminal beeps, acknowledging your request. “Understood, Administrator. Retrieving file 1b1a: Schematics of Mecha 3V. Pilot Name: Amelie Rigton. Sc...b...zzz…” The terminal begins to hiss, screeching static as the screen flashes a warning symbol. “Error. D-Data C-Corrupted. I am sorry, Administrator. A manual registration is necessary.” “I don’t have time for this.” You sigh wearily, shaking your head in frustration. Nothing could be done about it. “Very well.” You crack your knuckles and take a seat in front of the terminal. “Create folder. Name: 1b2a.” “Folder created. Name: 1b2a.” “Pull up the contenders list for the Horizon Clash: Amateur Division.” The computer whirs as Siren begins searching. Pages flash up on the screen, too quick for you to keep track, finally stopping on a single page full of names. “Horizon Clash: Amateur Division. Hosted by Trident Corporation. Event date: November 19th 2234. Location: New Trafford Arena, Horizon district center. Current Contender Count: 20.” “Find me my entry, Siren. Mecha name: 3V. Pilot name: Amelie Rigton. Registry number: 26732.” “Searching…” The computer beeps happily. “Entry found.” _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Choose your Mech In this sequence, you are required to choose the frame of 3V. The frame chosen will also decide 3Vs starting equipment, health, and armour. As you progress through the ranks of the arena, new and better equipment will become available to you, including weapons, defensive gear, and armour plating. A mech can be designed from three frames: Vanguard, Nomad, and Titan. Each mech provides their own fighting style, strengths, and weaknesses. Mech loadout slots vary depending on the frame chosen. They are Offense/Defense/Support. The loadout slots cannot be changed, with the exception of the Nomad. All frames are capable of melee, though some weaponry and defensive items will replace the gauntlets of 3V. Weight load must be considered too. Mechs with too heavy a weight load will struggle, suffering penalties to melee and movement speed. All starting loadouts are within acceptable weight limits for their respective frame. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Vanguard Vanguard mechs are light framed mechs desired for their mobility and offensive customization. Their light armour means they can’t take much of a beating but they make up for their lack of defense and sustain with high mobility and an array of offensive weaponry. Vanguards use quick attacks and synergy between their weaponry to quickly take down heavier opponents. Their jump pack allows them to move through the air and along the ground quickly while their frame allows agile maneuvering. However, their light armour and reliance on shields means they are prone to EMPs and heavy attacks. In team battles, Vanguards serve as pure damage, relying on their team to keep the heat off them. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Vanguards right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. Offense: Longsword: A sharp, sleek longsword that replaces the Vanguards left gauntlet. A longsword is strong against little or no armour but ineffective against heavily armoured targets. Power can be diverted from a shield, charging the blade with electricity. Support: High Energy Shield: A high-strength shield that provides a shield around the Vanguards armour until depleted. Electrical strikes inflict more damage to a shield, and an EMP will take the shield offline temporarily. Support: Jump pack: A light and simple jump pack mounted to the back of the Vanguard, allowing for increased mobility and vertical movement. This support device is built into all Vanguard frames and can be upgraded. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Nomad Nomad mechs are medium strength mech units, desired for their versatility and jack-of-all trades combat style. The versatility of a Nomads frame prevents them from possessing a built-in device, however their frame allows them to be outfitted with almost every piece of equipment currently available. Nomads strike a perfect balance between offense and defense. They lack the mobility of a Vanguard or the heavy engagement of a Titan but make up for it with strong versatility. Weight management is highly important with Nomads to ensure the frame can handle the equipment. In team battles, Nomads serve as a flexible fighter, being customized to suit their teams need. Offense: Light Assault Rifle: A medium range assault cannon equipped with armour piercing rounds that is attached to the Nomads right gauntlet. Fast firing with a two hundred round clip. Concentrated fire to a single area will shred the plate of heavily armoured mechs and stagger low armoured mechs. The Nomad variant Is also equipped with long distance, low penetrating rounds. Offense/Defense/support: (Choose one of the following) Offense: Heavy Burst Shotgun: A double barrel cannon equipped to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. The cannon is slow to reload and only effective at close range. Successful hits will dent and damage a mechs armour as well as stagger them. -or- Defense: Heavy Holding Shield: A strong shield mounted to the left gauntlet of the Nomad. While active, the Nomad enters a defensive stance, raising the shield and slowing movement. The shield protects from frontal attacks and can be used to bash. -or- Support: Smoke Screen: A series of containers equipped with a high-heat compound. When deployed, a smoke screen surrounds the Nomad, covering it completely. The Nomad cannot be detected by thermal visioning or locked on-to while the smoke screen is active. Defense/Support: (Choose one of the following) Defense: Electromagnetic Shield: A low energy shield mounted to the rear of the Nomad. An EMS provides minimal protection from bullets and blunt attacks. If an EMP is used, the shield will overload, protecting all systems from going offline but the shield will be unusable for a time. -or- Support: Regeneration Sequence: A virtual intelligence mounted within the cockpit of the Nomad. Upon taking critical damage, the mech powers down for 15 seconds, gaining a massive shield and restoring functionality to critically damaged systems and limbs. The Nomad is vulnerable during this sequence, and an EMP will disable the regeneration. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Frame: Titan Titan mechs deploy the heaviest frames and are the mech of choice for brawlers. They’re built for long, sustained fights and can easily take a beating. Their strong, sturdy frame allows them to wield the heaviest weapons and shields. However, their thick plating does not allow a strong shield emitter, nor does their frame allow them high mobility aids. Titans use heavy defense and sturdiness to hold their ground. They are brawlers, employing crowd control to move in against their enemy and using their fists against weakened areas. They are strong enough to even remove equipment from an enemy mech. However, Titans are prone to long range attacks and armour piercing rounds that will make short work of their heavy plating. In team battles, Titans serve as support, drawing fire from the enemy while providing strong crowd control. Offense: Gunlance: A hybrid weapon consisting of a long lance and a heavy hitting rifle that replaces the Titan’s right gauntlet. The lance allows for extreme reach and is capable of pinning a target if it hits exposed armour, but is slow to swing and struggles to penetrate medium or heavy armour. The rifle holds six heavy rounds that can penetrate up to medium plating. Up close, the rifle will dent heavy armour and stagger weaker mechs. Defense: XL EMP Gauntlet: A Titan gauntlet designed for close quarters engagement, equipped with an EMP device. When activated, the gauntlet emits an electromagnetic pulse in a radius around the mech, momentarily taking all enemy electronics offline. Once used, the EMP must recharge, entering a 13 second cooldown. Defense: Dash Boosters: Two heavy boosters mounted to the back of the Titan. When activated, the Titan performs a short dash in any direction. This device is built into all Titan frames and can be customized. Support: Trident Missile System: A heavy missile launcher carrying a payload of fifteen missiles mounted onto the shoulder of the Titan. When performing a dash or sustaining heavy/critical damage, three missiles will deploy, striking the enemy mech. After each strike the launcher will enter a 12 second cooldown.
  16. Read First So welcome to chapter 1, I'm gonna write this as I go, beware, there is small portion that talks about one of the characters issues with being taken advantage of from a male, I avoided anything too sensitive. I'll try to upload some artwork so you can kind of get an idea of how I imagined the characters visually, Because I don't know if I did a good job describing them. Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1 On a quiet Friday night a tired diligent artist works on a new idea for a short romantic comedy 4-koma. She finishes typing up her script before saving, and putting her computer to sleep. Miyuki Izumi, had been working all day typing up her disappointingly short script. Even spending sometime at work, spaced out, day dreaming about the idea. She wasn't normally a bad employee, but her mind usually always revolved around her artwork, and nothing else. At 21 years of age, Miyuki held a decent salaryman job, as an office worker. She wasn't particularly skilled in much, beyond her drawing skills so often times she had to give it her 100% at her workplace in order to do her job correctly Drawing was something that plagued Miyuki she was quite an artist, but often doubted her own work. Often choosing to lie in bed scrolling through other artists work. She had serious issues with self esteem, and self confidence. She was a very short girl, along with her undesirable breast size and was also quite plain in terms of her fashion, Usually wearing longer skirts with a long sleeve sweater, or sweatpants and a t-shirt if she was home in her apartment. Even down to her large glasses she wore because of her bad eyesight. But despite these sometimes helpless feelings of despair she fought on because she loved to draw. "oh my, it's 2:am... I've got to get some sleep." She plops down onto her bed, removing her glasses and placing them on her night stand. Lifting the covers over herself, and grabs her favorite body pillow that she often slept with. Miyuki loved Magical Girl Poya Poya. It was an older magical girl show that she loved as a child, and secretly fell in love with. Hugging her pillow tightly she drifted off to slumber with a tiny smile. Miyuki jolted awake, followed by heavy breathing. Her back was cold and wet from sweat, as well as her sheets that were quite damp. She had woken from a nightmare that she had relived many times before. It was a large factor of her issues with self confidence and self esteem. She was once taken advantage of by a upper class-man in high school. The thoughts made her shiver in fear, thankfully she was saved by some nameless group of girls that caught the boy, in the girls bathroom before things could have become much worse. She became terrified of men, and often took measures not to interact with them. In that moment she was betrayed by someone who was her friend, they even shared laughs, He robbed her of her innocence, and it affected her greatly. That was five years ago. In that time, she had time to think and adapt, her parents sought out therapists. In the beginning it was rough, but eventually she was able to talk about it. She was not fixed but it did helped her move on. She still had nightmares about it. This was something that became a common occurance for Miyuki. Waking up in sweat was a more preferable occurrence, it didn't happen often but the worst case scenario she would have woken up in puddle of urine. It hadn't happened in a long time, but she took precautions nonetheless. She kept a plastic sheet over her mattress, to avoid soiling it. As well as regular bathroom use right before bed. Shivering she finally crawled out of bed and changed her clothes, putting on a pair of thick sweat pants and and a sweater she turned on her tv. Watching anime was an escape from her stress, She often left dvds in her dvd player for this purpose. After about an hour of watching anime, her stomach made and audible noise. "Ah, breakfast... "I'm gonna have to go out..." Feeling guilty of being lazy, she went ahead and took a shower, before putting on a sweater and skirt. Miyuki had fairly long black hair that went down to her back, though she often liked to keep it in a single large braid. After getting ready she grabbed her bag, and headed out. Usually she would keep some things likes eggs, bacon, and other foodstuffs, but she was so excited to get home and write some of her script yesterday, she forgot to go shopping. She locked her door, walking down the stairs to her apartment. "whoah... It's really cold out, I wish I had brought a coat." she says under her breath, rubbing her hands together. Soon her destination came into sight. It was a family restaurant that served a mixture of Japanese food, as well as more Western dishes. Walking through the door, a chime rings. She waits at the door patiently. It's not long before a older lanky man in his late 30s, comes to greet her. "Good morning Izumi-san, it's been what a year, since I've last seen you here!" Miyuki, had come to this restaurant many times before, she liked the atmosphere, the place wasn't always crowded, and she was a regular and the manger became used to her usual request. "y-yes sir, I've been busy with work and such..." Miyuki spoke a bit tense. "I'm glad to hear your working hard! So the table in the back corner?" She nodded. He grabbed a menu and some silverware, and led her to the table, she usually sat toward the wall so she could look out the window, and to minimize potential eye contact with others. "A waitress will be out soon to serve you." The manager, said after setting up the table. Miyuki thanked him as he returned to the front of the store. Looking into her bag she noticed she forgot something "n-no way." She had forgotten her phone on her computer desk. she sighed and pulled out a small sketch book and some pencils. Miyuki didn't like the attention of drawing in public, but today the restaurant was nearly empty so she seemed more open to the idea. about 5 minutes had passed before she was surprised when she heard a woman greet her quite loudly. Slightly in shock, the woman bent over placing a hand on Miyuki's shoulder. "Oh I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you!" I-I'm okay! Miyuki awkwardly yelped. She was in disbelief of the pure femininity of this woman. She had long blond hair that went down to her waist, large blue eyes as well as make-up in all the right places. Not to mention her much more desirable figure. The lady took notice in Miyuki's dumbfounded stare. She giggled "My name is Katou-san and I'll be your waitress this morning." Miyuki finally coming to her senses. "Hi I-I'm Izumi-san n-nice to meet you!" She awkwardly replied. Katou-san Laughed again. "I don't need to know your name silly, but I appreciate your manners!" She sat embarrassed "s-sorry." "Aw your so sweet." Lifting up her clipboard, "What can I get for you?" Miyuki Replied, "Um, an orange juice, w-with pulp, a-and the hamburg steak breakfast." Writing this down Katou-san held a beaming smile,"oho, that's a cute choice!" "Alright, let me take this to the back hun, and I'll be back with your OJ!" As Katou-san left, Miyuki sat completely beat red embarrassed. Being doted on did not come naturally to her. She had felt absolutely dumb, for that greeting earlier. She thought about it hard, and something began to seem off. The waitress had a weird speech tone, she kept dropping english esque words, Miyuki wasn't all to sharp on her english but she understood popular words. Of course her blond hair, and blue eyes, also gave it away, She must not have been born in Japan, but maybe been here long enough to pick up the language? Soon the Blonde girl came back with her orange juice. "Here you go sweetie." Dropping a straw on the table, she returned to the back, with a little wave. Miyuki wondered if it would have been rude to ask about where she came from. She had never really talked to a foreigner before, but she heard some rumors about them. She began to doodle, as she sipped her orange juice. Her doodling turned to sketching, as she was interested in the strange waitress. upon a few quick sketches of the waitress, she began to feel a bit embarrassed so she quickly drew some other simple characters along side her to try to diminish the characters presence. No matter how you looked at it the drawing, it was definitely of Katou-san. Katou-san came back to check up on the small Japanese girl. "Need anything? Looks like your running low on OJ, want me to refill it for you?" Miyuki replied "Y-yes please!" She smiled reaching over the table to grab the glass. "Um... K-Katou-san... a-are you not from here?" Miyuki stuttered out. There was a bit of silence before Katou-san smiled and laughed. "You little detective.... nope, I'm not from here but I've been here for awhile, what gave it away? Was it my Japanese? Miyuki staring at the blonde beauty, with blue eyes. "N-no... just a hunch." She laughed again, "I'm kiddding! Seriously though hows my Japanese? it's not to obvious? I've thought it was okay since people around me never pointed it out." Miyuki trying to be tactful "It's.... not bad, but some of the words you say I don't really understand. Y-your accent doesn't help... b-but it's not like it's bad... but y-you do have a nice voice! Aw you think so? You're so kind! Thanks- OH I'm supposed to be getting your orange juice! I'll be right back!" The waitress returned quickly retreating to the kitchen, leaving Miyuki to her thoughts. "wow, she's really pretty, ah, I forgot to ask where she's from..." Katou-san returned, this time with a sizzling hot plate as well as another plate with her eggs and bacon all balanced on one arm, and in the other hand Miyuki's orange juice. "I'm back Izumi-san! Hearing her own name was a bit embarrassing. Setting the drink down, freeing up her arm, she skillfully maneuvered the plates off of it and on to the table. "Can I get you anything else?" Miyuki Replied "N-no, thank you." Katou-san smiled once again before leaving out of her sight. She doubled back before leaving "Oh yeah if it's not to weird, could I see what you were drawing?" Katou-san grinned. Miyuki nearly felt obligated as if she was being hypnotized by her beauty, before remembering what she had drawn, but it was too late, as she had already handed the waitress her book. Katou-san looked as she made her amazement, quite audible. She even took a seat across from Miyuki, who looked embarrassed as well as surprised. "Oh I hate this booth it's always to tight on this side, as she squeezed in, her large bosom nearly coming to rest on the table. "Oh is this one supposed to be me!?" She pointed showing the beat red Izumi. "Uh-uh... N-NO it's just a coincidence!" Miyuki panicked! Katou-san wasn't buying it as she grinned quite smugly. I don't know Izumi-san I think you really got my uniform nailed down pretty well! She spoke teasingly. Miyuki lost for words, looked as if she could cry at any moment. Katou-san laughed. "Aw it's okay! I love it, you draw really well! These other characters look really cute too!" Miyuki tried to hide her embarrassment "th-thank you..." Just as she thought the teasing was over, Katou-san made a comment with a seriously concerned expression. "Though I think my breasts are much bigger than what you've got drawn here Izumi-san!" Miyuki again lost for words not knowing how to respond, she just hid her embarrassment, I-I th-though it would have b-been rude... she quietly said. "I'm kidding! Please it's okay don't worry the place is empty, I'm just a big teaser! Oh I'm so sorry I should be letting you eat! Let me get out of here! Miyuki quickly responded. "Y-you don't have to go!" blushing. Katou-san was surprised, but she took her offer. "O-oh well I guess I'll stay then" She smiled with a light blush. Miyuki awkwardly began to cut into her food. "u-um is it okay if I ask where you're from Katou-san?"Katou-san breaking away from admiring her sketch. Finally responds. "I was born in the US." Miyuki swallowing. "Oh really! That's so cool, I'd like to visit there someday... "Yes it's a very nice country despite what people say." Katou-san seemed a bit pained. "If you dont mind me asking, why did you come to Japan?" Miyuki inquired. Katou-san seemed conflicted and a bit reserved. "I-I don't mind you asking, but maybe another time, it's a complicated topic." "I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry..." Miyuki apologized. She seemed guilty about changing the mood, Katou-san seemed like a cheerful person and didn't like to hover on moody topics. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Miyuki deep in her thoughts, spoke a very out of character line. " K-katou-san I-if you ever need someone to talk to... Or.." Katou-san cut her off. "I don't really need anyone to talk too... But I could use a friend, I don't have too many of those. So maybe some time we could talk over coffee or something?" She seemed a bit happy that Miyuki had offered. Miyuki perked up, "y-yeah that sounds nice!" Just then the door chimed as a larger group of people came in." Katou-san got out of the tiny booth, peeved. "ah geez, looks like I can't talk anymore. Let me go grab your check before it gets real busy. Katou-san ran off to the back once again. about 10 minutes later. Katou-san had come back with the check, "Well it looks like it's about to get busy here...". handing Miyuki the check. "If you go up to the front He'll check you out." Miyuki nodded. There was a bit of hesitation, in Katou-san's voice, "Hey well I'm not going to be able to stick around, but I still wanna have that coffee!... so let me give you my number!" Strangely enough she pulls out an older flip phone. Miyuki got excited before she realized she had forgotten her phone. "Uh... I'm sorry but I left my phone at home..." Katou-san put her phone away and reached into her pocket, and pulled out a sharpie pen. "Hope you don't mind she smiled, leaning over the table, her larger but soft hands held onto Miyuki's as the pen tickled her palm. Katou-san was close, as Miyuki couldn't help but notice again, how pretty she really was. "There! Okay well I really gotta go, but you better call me, okay! Miyuki awkwardly replied "y-yes ma'am!" Katou-san giggled as she went over to take the other customers orders. Miyuki, for the first time in a long time, made a friend.
  17. "Well.. I guess we should get cleaned up. You will need to shower.. again." Once I recover my strength, I crawl my way out of the bed sheets and let out a stretch. As I do, I hear a noisy, squishy plop and feel a rush of frigid air hitting my lower regions. It's only when I look down and feel a blush reach my cheeks that I realize the vastly overfilled pullup has plopped to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. As I instinctively bend over and hastily work to pull the padding back up, I feel two familiar hands reaching out and squeezing my still wet butt. "..eep! H-Hey!" My head darts back to see a blue-haired doggy girl staring back at me, her tail in the air and a naughty smirk on her face. My cheeks puff as I whirl around and hold my tongue out, making Kotarou giggle in return. "You stay here and get ready for a bath.. I'll be back with a towel.. or three." With my mind still in a haze, I manage to pull the soggy padding back over my behind and make my way out of the bedroom, making a hasty dash to the laundry room before.. Thump! Ow! H-Huh-? Before I realize it, something hard comes barreling into my chest, and suddenly there are towels flying everywhere as I'm sent backwards and.. SQUISH! Ahhh..!! My landing is covered with a noisy, and particularly wet squish. "R-Risa! Mikan is sorry! Mikan just thought.. you might uhm, need these..!" "A-Ah.. Mikan?" Oh. Crap. I somehow already forgot she was awake. That's right.. she saw us, and.. My gaze trails back down as I realize I'm once again sitting here, naked in nothing but a soaked pull-up. As if doing this once wasn't humiliating enough. "..U-Uhm, I can explain this! I, you see.." I stammer for an excuse, but nothing comes out. "..Risa..?" I look up and, as expected, Mikan is just staring right at it. "I, uhm. I had an accident?" She doesn't look convinced. "Mikan.. knows Risa and Kotarou were doing.. uhm, lewd things." The doggy girls' cheeks flush a little upon saying this. "But.. why is Risa covered in pee? And.." She suddenly leans in and sniffs the surrounding air a few times. "Why does it have Kotarou's scent?" Uhh.. "Kotarou wet the bed?" I try to offer an innocent smile, but Mikan looks unamused. "Risa. Lying is bad." My cheeks are virtually on fire at this point. "Does.. Does Risa enjoy this kind of thing?" I look up and expect Mikan to look disgusted, but her expression is only that of gentle curiosity. "Uhm.. I guess.. you could say that, eheh. I'm sorry Mikan. Your master is a filthy pervert, isn't she?" "No! Mikan doesn't mind. She doesn't care what Risa enjoys. Mikan just.." Just..? "..does Risa not like Mikan in that way? Does she not want to do those things with Mikan?" Oh. Wait.. is she jealous? "Mikan? Of-course I do! I mean.. It's just that I couldn't try to force you into a position like that.. and with me and Kotarou, uhm. That just sort of.. happened." "But Risa wouldn't be forcing Mikan. Mikan.. Mikan has.. thoughts, too, you know." Thoughts..? Surely she doesn't mean.. Mikan seems to register my doubts, and with cheeks as red as tomatoes, she suddenly shouts out.. "M..Mikan also wants to do lewd things with Risa!" Oh wow. I'm taken utterly by surprise, and at this point both our cheeks are as red as can be. "Mikan.." I try to think of a reply, but am cut off by the blue-haired doggy girl behind me. "Mikan wants to do lewd things with Risa too, huh?" I don't think Mikan realized just how loud she shouted, because her hands suddenly clamped over mouth out of embarrassment. Kotarou responds with a playful giggle and a grin. "Risa. You start a bath. Me and Mikan can clean up." "Huh? Are you sure..? You don't have to-" "I'm sure, I'm sure~ come on, Mikan~!" Just like that, Kotarou drags Mikan off before she can object. Well.. that makes things easier for me, I guess. I make my way to the bathroom, slipping out of my pull-up as I run the water as usual, checking the temperature and adding a bit of bubbly soap to the mix. My butt plops onto the side of the tub as I wait for Kotarou to return, my mind wandering back to what Mikan said. I've had "thoughts" myself, naturally.. but the feeling of dragging a girl off the street and putting her in a position like that has always felt wrong. I would have never imagined she might have feelings towards me. Is it wrong for me to be enjoying myself with these two so much..? Come to think of it.. would Nadeshiko even be okay with it? I don't know how I'd even approach that subject. "Hey, boss, I slept with your doggy girl last night, I hope you don't mind." Oh God. I have to slap my cheeks to get the thought out of my head. "Risa~!" Oh, Kotarou must be done cleaning up. I look up, expecting to see her alone, but.. "M-Mikan?" Standing in front of her is my own doggy girl, naked from head to toe, and an equally nude, smirking Kotarou behind her. "Mikan needs a bath too, right? We may as well save time and take one together!" "U-uhm, not that I have any objections to your logic but.. won't it be cramped in here with the three of us?" Kotarou seems to overlook my concerns as she leads Mikan in and closes the door behind her. "It'll be fine! More people just means more fun! Now.." Kotarou steps forward, and with a sly grin on her face.. "Bath time~!" She sends me falling backwards into the tub with a huge splash. "W-wha-? Hey, what was that f-?!" Before I can even complete my sentence, Kotarou and Mikan have simultaneously plunged into the tub, sending water up everywhere. "Hey! Stop that, you're getting water all over the bathroom floor!" Both Mikan and Kotarou grin and splash at me from both ends of the tub as I try pitifully to scold them, and in the end I'm giggling in defeat, splashing them back in retaliation. "All right, all right, I surrender!" Once things calm down, I realize how scrunched up the three of us are. Though, I'm not complaining. I even manage to relax and doze off a bit before I'm snapped back awake by Kotarou's prodding. "Hey, hey, Risa!" "Hmm~?" "Lift your arms up for a moment!" Huh? What is she up to? Suspicion fills my eyes as I glance up at the doggy girl. She is giving me her best innocent smile, but I can tell she's up too something. Against my better judgement, I comply and lift my hands in the air slightly. "Hmm, and what are you going to do now? A 'surprise' tickle attack, is that it?" That's what I expect anyway, but moments later Kotarou has pulled me back and locked my arms in place, leaving me no room to escape whatever may come. "H-hey! Just what are you up to?" I do my best to squirm and struggle free, but my strength is no contest against Kotarou's. With my attention so fixated on her, I don't even notice Mikan making a move in front of me. "S-sorry Risa, this was Kotarou's idea!" Huh? I stare up at the orange haired doggy girl in confusion for a moment as she turns around and lifts one leg in the air. Oh my. I'm so entranced by the lovely view she's offering me it takes a moment to put the pieces together. Wait.. the way she has her foot in the air like that, and the way she's facing towards me.. it almost looks like.. "H-hold on a minute, you're not seriously about to-?!" Before I can get the words out of my mouth, a golden arch suddenly trickles out from the doggy girls crotch, the liquids initially trickling down her legs and pattering into the bath water below before drawing up strength. My mouth hangs open in surprise as Mikan's warm liquids suddenly spray outwards and splatter up from the tub onto my chest. Oh God. Is this really happening? My body instinctively tries to squirm away at first, but the sensation of Mikan's warmth pouring over quickly melts my body into submission as a soft moan escapes my lips. "Ohhh~.." This was Kotarou's idea, huh? I'll be sure to pay her back later. Mikan's eyes are clenched shut and her cheeks are as red as tomatoes throughout the entire ordeal. This sight is probably one of the most adorable and erotic things I've ever seen. Though, after a few moments, the doggy girls stream picks up force once more, and suddenly the golden arch find itself splashing up against my face. "Pfftt! Hahaha, h-hey, watch where you're aiming that at least!" I find myself bursting out laughing again as Mikan's stream ends up splattering against Kotarou's face as well. Serves her right. By the time the doggy girl has finished relieving herself all the two of us, I'm both in even more dire need of a bath, and so riled up I want to thrust myself out of Kotarou's arms and tackle Mikan. Mikan gives out a sigh once it's all over with, looking over at me with rosy cheeks before she leans over and gives me a loving lick, prompting Kotarou to release her grip on me. "You know, the point of a bath is generally to get clean, right?" Mikan plops herself back into the tub as she stammers out excuses. "I-It's no fair if only Kotarou gets to do it! Now it's fair! Risa belongs to both Mikan and Kotarou now!" "I belong to you, huh?" "U-uhm, yes! Mikan was just.. marking ownership!" Anthropoids certainly do share some animal traits and instincts, but I'm pretty sure "marking their territory" is not one of them. I play along anyways though, and give the two a smile and wave in defeat. "Yes, yes. Of course." Now that my arms are finally free, though, I give Mikan a smile as my hands sneak upwards. "However, just one thing." Mikan's head tilts slightly as my hands sneak their way up to the girls bubbly rump, my innocent smile turning into a pervish smirk as I lustfully take two whole handfuls of the doggy girls cheeks and give them a firm squeeze, pulling her towards me and burying my lips against hers. I can practically feel the heat radiating between our two flustered cheeks as my lips press into hers, the doggy girls tail and ears shooting straight up into the air as I squeeze tighter, before licking up the girls lips, my hands trailing back up to her waist and drawing her affectionately into my lap. "You know, in less than 30 days you're going to officially be mine, and I think between the three of us we're going to have lots of fun together."
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  19. When we arrived home, Mikan was still fast asleep, and Kotarou still desperately needed a shower. I had Kotarou carry Mikan in, being mindful not to wake her as we tucked her in on the couch for the time being. With that out of the way, I got Kotarou a bottle of anthropoid shampoo and some clean towels before letting her go about her business. "Kotarou, do you have everything you need..? Do you need any help in there?" "No! I mean, I can wash myself. Kotarou couldn't ask any more of Risa." I assume she needs privacy to deal with this herself. I can understand that. With nothing left to do, I plop face first onto the bed. The freshly cleaned sheets feel so nice. Before I can drift off to sleep myself, the sudden sound of rushing water from the bathroom brings a familiar pang to my lower parts. I didn't notice until now.. after that long car ride, all that lemonade has caught up with me again. As time slips by, I glance over towards the dresser drawer containing Mikan's.. night-time garments. They're technically designed for anthropoids, but.. me and Mikan are about the same size otherwise.. ..Wait, what am I thinking? It's not like I need to use them. I can wait. ..But then again. The sight of Kotarou flooding herself during the Ferris Wheel ride fills my mind and sends a tingling sensation down my spine. I wonder.. what it's like. ..Kotarou should still be awhile. I mean, I guess I could just try them on, and see how they feel. As I crawl back out of the bed, I take a moment to peak outside the bedroom door and make sure Mikan's still fast asleep before digging through the bottom drawer. I pull out one of the pull-ups, admiring the paw-print designs and enjoying the soft, crinkly fabric in my hands. Just the thought of doing this.. it seems so perverted. But it's fine if I only slip it on for a moment, right? Only for a moment.. I shimmy out of my panties before shyly placing my feet through the diapers leg holes. I let out a sigh and close my eyes for a moment, swiftly pulling the padding up. It's soft. My cheeks burn as my fingers run along the paw-printed fabric and I spin around to admire myself in the mirror and shivers run up my spine again. They feel so nice. Nice enough I decide I don't want to take them off just yet, and I end up crawling back into bed with my newfound padding. My face buries itself into the sheets once more and I almost drift off to sleep before a familiar pang hits me again. Right.. I still need to pee. My mind fills with images of Kotarou flooding herself on the Ferris Wheel again. I could just.. go right here. There's no risk of making a mess, and I could easily change before Kotarou returns. Part of me wants to reject this. It's so.. perverted. But I've already admitted to getting turned on by this to one doggy girl and flooded myself on a public street in front of another. What's the point in resisting it or denying it any further? My mind goes back and forth like this before.. "Screw it." I nuzzle into the covers as my cheeks burn even rosier. This is so shameful, but.. I want to know what it's like. I roll back over and push myself up again. My hand runs up and down the front of the padding as I feel my body naturally relax. Pffssh...shhh.. I sense another pang, but this one is promptly quelled by a famiiar noise. Pfffshhhhhhhhhhhh~.. Nnnnhh! Oh gosh.. My cheeks glow even redder as a warming sensation fills my nether regions. A yellow stain spreads outwards in all directions on the front of the once white pull-up as it rapidly bulks outwards. The palm of my hand trails up and down the soft fabric as my body continues to relax. I can feel heat pulsing through the diaper as it continues to soak up my liquids. The sensation is overwhelming. So much so I find my hand slipping down the front of the pull-up while still peeing full force. The hot liquids spray violently against the palm of my hand as the muffled hiss grows even louder in response. My hand becomes drenched not only in the spray, but in the pooled up liquids that the diaper hasn't had time to soak up yet. "..Ah..Ahhh!" My fingers run up and down my crotch as the stream dies down. The paw-prints on the front of the pull-up have all but disappeared at this point as the rest of the golden liquids pool up under my butt. I nearly get lost in myself before I am abruptly interrupted.. "Risa?" I hear Kotarou call out from the bathroom and notice the shower is no longer running. Crap. Is she done already..? I hardly have time to yank my hand out and pull my skirt back down as Kotarou returns from the shower. In a panic, I wipe my hand off using a nearby blanket and do my best to act normal. "A-Ah! Kotarou. I didn't expect you to be out already." "I'm, uhm.. used to washing up from accidents, so it doesn't take me too long. "O-Oh. I see." Squirm. "Is something wrong, Risa? Were you waiting on me to use the bathroom or something?" I can still feel the padding soaking up the liquids from my accident. The sensation is making it impossible to keep still. But this offers me the perfect excuse. I'll just rush to the bathroom and change before she's any the wiser.. "A-ah! Uhm, yes. I was waiting for you to get out, so.. if you'll excuse me now!" Squish~ Nngh! The padding mushes against my legs as I go to stand up. I can feel a small trickle escape out the sides and run down the back of my leg as I take my first step. My cheeks burn as I notice Kotarou's ears and nose twitching. I should hurry before she notices anything. "Risa?" "H-Huh?! Y-Yes?" Kotarou steps closer and sniffs around me for a moment before a slightly unsettling grin appears on her face. "Risa, what are you hiding?" "W-What? Nothing! What makes you think I'm hiding something?" Kotarou suddenly takes a step closer and I instinctively step backward in response. "Risaa~." I try and step backwards again, only to trip over myself and fall flat onto the bed with another noisy squish. "..A-Ah?!" Kotarou giggles at this, and before I can react, she's crouched over and prodding at the soggy padding between my legs. "..O-Oh! H-Hey, Kotarou! W-What are yo-" Smmuuush~! "O-Ohhhh..~!" My protesting is cut off when Kotarou uses her palm to mush the padding against my lower regions. I'm taken completely by surprise, and nothing I do can suppress the loud moan that escapes my lips as my body collapses backwards onto the sheets. "Risa really likes diapers, doesn't she? Risa is such a pervert~!" My cheeks are burning so red they feel like they are on fire at this point. "L-look you! T-This is because you were taking too long-" Squish! "Hnnghh..!!" Kotarou gives the padding a firm squeeze as she glances down at me with curious eyes, a grin, and a wagging tail. I can't fight it any more either. My hands clench at the bed sheets as I feel some warm liquids trickling out and running down my thighs. This feels.. so.. good. My body just craves more. I don't understand why I am enjoying this so much, but I don't care any more. Come to think of it.. Nadeshiko says Kotarou is still in heat, right..? I wonder.. With Kotarou crouched over me in nothing but her undergarments, a brief glance down is all I need to confirm a clear sticky liquid running down her thighs. So.. she's enjoying this too, I see. Yet she calls me the pervert! "..Alrighty, you. You asked for this." Kotarou tilts her head as my hands trail down her sides, moments later finding themselves cupped over over the doggy girls plump bottom as I give her cheeks a mischevious grope that sends her tail straight up in the air. "A-Ah..! R-Risa!" I could say I'm just doing this to help relieve Kotarou of her.. urges. But that would be a lie. I want this, and I want her. This is my first time being so intimate with someone. Kotarou wastes no time returning the favor either. Before I can react, the doggy girl is arched forward with her tongue trailing up my neck. "Nnnghh.." I'm no anthropoid, but I can play along with her doggy-like advances. I tighten my grip on Kotarou's bottom and pull her closer, taking the opportunity to liiick up her neck, eliciting a quiet moan from the doggy girls lips. We continue this back and forth a few times, before Kotarou appears to catch my gaze drifting towards her chest, and before I can move in again, she pulls back. Peering down at me with a smile and a light blush, Kotarou slips the straps of her sports bra off, giving a pervish grin as she lifts it up over her head. All I'm able to do is stare and blush at the sight. This is my first time seeing Kotarou naked. Her breasts are.. slightly smaller than mine, but still super cute.. and perky. After a few moments, Kotarou breaks the awkward silence with a giggle. "Risa. Are you just going to stare?" "S-Sorry! I'm, uhm.. I'm not really experienced with this stuff." I expect her to laugh, but she just gives me a warm smile and grabs my hand. "Risa. I like you." My cheeks flare up as Kotarou brings the palm of my hand to the center of her chest. "You're cute. I like playing with you Risa. If you want to, you can play with me as much as you want." Hngh. She's so.. cute. I can't hold back any more. My arms find themselves wrapped around the doggy girl as we roll over and switch positions. Kotarou offers no resistance either. Rather, her ears seem to perk up in excitement at this. Before I can do anything else, Kotarou has already made her way up my shirt. "Up. Arms up!" Well.. no point in being shy now. I let Kotarou strip me down to my bra, shimmying out of my skirt myself. Glancing down, I can see just how soaked and yellow the pull-up I'm in is. With my mind distracted, I don't even notice Kotarou undoing my bra until the cool air rushes across my exposed breasts. I move to try and (rather clumsily) shift out of my padding too, but I hardly get them down an inch before Kotarou grabs my hand and pulls it away with a grin. "Risa likes these so much, she should keep them on~" I think to object, but before I can say anything, Kotarou moves back in with a hand making its way down the front of my diaper and her tongue running up my chest. Oh, screw it! I return Kotarou's advances, running an arm of my own down the front of her panties, feeling her slick translucent liquids drenching my hand as I run them up and down her nether regions. "Hnngh!" My body shudders and arcs forward as Kotarou slips a couple of her fingers inside me, my other hand reaching up and squeezing at her breasts as I do the same to her. We each moan out in pleasure we we begin to masturbate one another, my hands groping and squeezing as Kotarou's tongue runs up my own breasts. My nipples grow hard as Kotarou's tongue circles them. The doggy girl gives them a few teasing nibbles as I retaliate by squeezing her own breasts harder, both of us speeding up our other hands movement, quivering and moaning out in pleasure all the while. We continue this back and forth for a few minutes. My breathing becomes more and more labored as the feelings of pleasure begin to overwhelm me. "Nnnghh..!" Spurt! ..A-Ah..! Crap..! "K-Kotarou.. nngh! W-Wait, I-I need the bathroom!" My body instinctively tries to jolt up towards the restroom, but almost immediately I'm forced back down as Kotarou pins me against the bedsheets. I look up in a mix of surprise and confusion. "K-Kotarou?" "Risa is wearing her bathroom~" She can't seriously.. "But, you'll.." Kotarou runs herself up along my body as I speak, licking up my neck before biting down on my earlobe. Nip. Nnngh! "I want Risa to feel good. Just go~!" I want to protest further, but as Kotarou slides her fingers deeper inside me, I just lose control. Pffffshhlllrrrshhhhhh..~ Ohhh..! I don't even bother trying to fight back as a loud moan escapes my lips, my body thrusting forward as the warm liquids spray out violently against the doggy girls fingers and flood into my diaper once again. The padding which was already near capacity quickly bulks out and overflows with several golden rivulets pouring out the sides. At the same time, Kotarou lets out a moan of her own and begins to aggressively speed up her masturbation efforts, prompting me to do the same to her. My body is already virtually brimming with pleasure as I feel another foreign warmth filling the palm of my hand and.. dripping down onto my chest? "Ahhhh~..!" W-wait.. Pssshhhhhhh! Oh my god. "K-Kotarou, you're.. you're peeing all over me!" The doggy girl looks down at me with a pervish, lustful grin and not a care in the world as her golden stream cascades down over of me like a mini-waterfall. The warm liquids drenching my naked body and sending me into a frenzy as the two of us continue masturbating each other at full force, continuing until both our bladders are drained and we're pushed to our climax. Hahhh.. hah.. Oh god, and I just washed these sheets. But it was totally worth it. I gasp a bit as Kotarou collapses on top of me. "K-Kotarou.. I can't.. breathe." The doggy girl giggles as she rolls over with a quiet splash. Given Mikan's.. problems, I ended up investing in waterproof sheets. Meaning, the two of us are now laying in a mini-pool of our own making with nowhere to go. I almost feel a bit guilty for Kotarou, before I remember her own waterfall helped add to it. "Are you calling me fat, Risa?" I giggle in return as I lean over and give her a lick on the cheek. Though, looking over, she doesn't even appear bothered. "It's warm." Laying in the warmth actually feels rather nice as the two of us work to regain our energy. I think of drifting off to sleep here and dealing with the consequences later, but.. "Right. Mikan. We should get cleaned up before she wakes up." "Risa..? Kotarou..? Oh, crap. My eyes bolt up to see a sleepy Mikan entering the room, her eyes rubbing her eyes as she gives out a yawn. "Nngh.. it was so noisy in here it woke Mikan up.. what are you two doi-.." ... ... Stare. Neither of us speak. My cheeks are on fire as I struggle to come up with words. Kotarou just blinks carelessly, as if there's nothing weird about this situation at all. "..Uhm.." "M-Mikan, I can.." Mikan just stares at the two of us, laying here naked in a golden puddle, with me wearing nothing but a soggy diaper. God.. how.. how do I even explain this. Before I even get the chance to, I see Mikan's cheeks flare up as red as a tomato before she quickly shields her eyes and backs out of the room. "U-uhm, Mikan is sorry! Mikan will.. Mikan will come back later!" Well.. coming up with an excuse for this is going to be a challenge.
  20. ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! ? It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life. Living had already seemed meaningless for the majority of her time on this earth, but ever since that fateful day, things had seemed even emptier than before. Giving makeovers, enforcing the rules of the council, scaring the hell out of certain students...she was just going through the motions, day in and day out, with nothing to change it. The only thing that got her heart pounding, besides the click of a cold metal barrel to her head, wasn't even a thing. It was a person. One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person. Yumeko. She'd been expressly forbidden from seeking her out during the weeks after their own encounter, told she wasn't to interact with their enemy until the President's secretive plans were complete. Humph. The President... She might have said fuck it and gone after Yumeko anyways, orders be damned, but...she'd needed time to prepare her own plans. That speech the girl had given her towards the end of their game, those cutting remarks about how they weren't actually the same at all, how pointless it was, how she wasn't actually providing a satisfying challenge...how it wasn't even a gamble, because she would have won either way... If she wanted to impress Yumeko, to prove that she was worth gambling with, that she was capable of giving her the kind of extraordinary rush that she felt whenever her life was on the line...She had to step it up. She had to come up with a real challenge, something crazy, something truly worthy of catching the devil's attention. Something that would give them both the pleasure and danger they craved... And so she'd plotted, ignoring the other council members during meetings, scrolling through her cell phone's photos and gushing over the object of her desires, trying to figure out what would make that creature tick, trying to decide what she could add to the game to really bring it over the edge... A few weeks later, she'd heard through the grapevine about the big showdown, the highest stakes gamble...that had ended in a tie. A tie...A game like that, painstakingly set up to prove once and for all who was going to win, Yumeko or the President...and it had all been pointless in the end. Hah! It was all without any meaning, just as she'd been saying all along! She'd laughed so hard that day that she'd fallen right out of her council seat. And now...with everything back to square one...with no new plots in play as the council pondered their next moves, as Yumeko continued to enjoy every day, gambling away with her schoolmates...she was free to step in. She could finally have her shot at the prize. And so she'd left her dorm room an hour before any classes started, nearly skipping through the hallways, her handbag loaded up with her prized gun, extra ammunition, and every type of card, chip, and set of dice she could think of. She knew by now exactly where Yumeko would be, in the common area and eating some sort of pastry, and the moment she spotted the table (thankfully empty, Ryota must not have met up with her yet) she grinned, her heart beating faster. "Yumeko!~ It's been a long time since we've seen each other...How's it been going since you dealt with the President?" She'd looked up from her plate with that innocent smile, seeming to brighten up at once. "Oh, Midari! It's nice seeing you here! We had a thrilling game! I'm really looking forward to seeing what she cooks up next time..." "Yeah, I heard it was intense, the whole council was talking about it. But enough about the past. Got any plans lined up for the day?" "Not yet, but I'm sure I'll find something! There are always games going on here!" "Well, if you don't have anything yet...I WANT A REMATCH!" She'd hoped to play it cool, but her eagerness was getting the best of her. Still, she'd ask fair and square this time. No kidnapping or arrests. "Just hear me out, I've got something that'll knock those stockings right off! Look, I've got all of the stuff ready, so just let me explain the rul-" "Alright, Midari...how would you feel about a different kind of game this time? It isn't played with cards or chips, but it's still a gamble.~" What? Not played with cards or chips? But she'd spent weeks planning this, setting up everything they needed, ironing out all of the rules, making sure it was going to be as dangerous as possible! Was all of her hard work just going to go to waste? And what would even be entertaining about a game without any of those things? "Why would I want to play a different game? We had so much fun last time!" she pleaded, leaning closer to the table and digging through her bag until her hands clasped cold metal. She whipped it out, holding her hand towards her. "Yumeko, please just take my gun and let's go set things up! One shot, I'll let you have a free shot at me! Please, just press the barrel against my head and-" "No guns, or I don't play with you at all." Yumeko stated quietly, smile disappearing as she let disdain fill her voice. Her hand reached out to gently take the gun, setting it down on the table before she turned back around. "I already told you that there isn't any true risk when those are involved, not when you're so eager to die. If you aren't willing to play by my rules, I can have plenty of fun with Ryota, and you can just go by yourself and-" No, she couldn't choose that spineless bastard over her! He didn't deserve her, he didn't appreciate her the way she did! He was just her pet, her pawn, not someone who understood the true appeal of gambling, the thrill of surprises! "Okay! Okay, I'll do it! Whatever it is I'll do it, just name the rules! I need you, Yumeko, please! You're all I've thought about since that day! All I can think about is the rush I got when we were together, that look in your eyes...Relieve me, relieve me of all of this pent up pressure!~" She was pleading now, getting down onto her knees, staring up at the woman who held all of the power, who was her only chance at getting some relief before she went mad with lust and boredom. Yumeko finally smiled again, and though her face held the same cheerful innocence she often wore, she could have sworn she saw those eyes flash for a moment, that briefest glimpse of the creature she so idolized stirring beneath the surface. "Actually, you're going to be feeling even more pressure before our game is over, Midari. You're going to be groveling at my feet, begging for relief.~" ~~~ And so Yumeko had told her the rules of her game. She was to go about her day today as normal, with a few exceptions: 1. She wasn't to use the restroom or otherwise relieve herself (be it intentionally or unintentionally) until after she was given explicit permission from Yumeko. If she broke this rule before classes let out for the day, Yumeko would cancel their fun entirely. 2. For an extra element of chance, after every class, they would meet up in the hallway and Yumeko would flip two coins. If they both landed on tails, nothing would happen. One head, and she would be forced to down half a bottle of water right there in the few minutes before her next class, or if two heads, it would be an entire bottle. Anything else she chose to drink throughout the day and how much was entirely her choice. And finally, what was probably going to be the most difficult part of the challenge: 3. She was forbidden from being anything but pleasant to Ryota if they happened to cross paths. She still wasn't sure how the hell having to piss was going to be anywhere close to the thrill she could seek from a gun, but this was the task Yumeko had given her, so she was determined to follow orders and see where it led. Yumeko had promised that after classes were over, they'd 'move somewhere more private for the real fun to begin', and, well...she hoped at least some of what her idol had in mind was close to what was now running rampant through her own imagination... ~~~ If there was one benefit to this game of Yumeko's that she hadn't expected, it was how much more sensitive her full bladder seemed to make everything else. The first three classes hadn't been bad at all (she'd downed the bottle and a half from the coin flips with ease), and while lunch had been uncomfortable, it had still been manageable (so much so, in fact, that she'd downed an entire can of tea with her food, just to liven the rest of the challenge up). But things had started hitting harder for her next class, and another half bottle had actually sent nerves running through her. Although, that only served to heighten her excitement. If she was actually starting to sweat, maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all... After a while of shifting and squirming in her seat during the daily council meeting, she'd ditched the room for one of her usual 'bathroom breaks'. On her way out she'd heard a few of the members muttering to each other about her awkward body language. It was ironic, actually. The one time she actually did need to piss and had a valid excuse to bust out of there, and she wasn't even going to go. Stepping into the stall and seeing the toilet had her shoving a hand down her skirt for an entirely different reason than usual as she was forced to cross her legs, groaning quietly. She really hadn't expected all of that water to catch up with her so early on in the challenge, but she was quickly approaching the closest she'd ever come to actual desperation. She wasn't going to let out a drop though. She had to save everything for Yumeko! "Yumeko..." Just whispering her name sent chills through her, her body shuddering before she'd sat down on the toilet. She'd had to clench her lower muscles tightly as they threatened to contract again. Fuck, she had to piss. "Fuck..." Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, she'd tried to ignore the present urge in favor of taking care of other urges. It was slow going at first. Despite her desire, it was hard to relax and get into the mood when most of her energy was focused on the constant throbbing in her abdomen. Every light touch had her stiffening up or squirming on the cold porcelain as the urgency spiked, and she had to cross her legs more than once in order to maintain control. But once she'd finally started to get into the rhythm of things? Once the lighter touches started adding up, and when she'd started to regain the ability to focus on the feeling of sensations besides her bladder's urges? Those other delicious tingles, the teasing drips that ran along such a sensitive area, reminding her what else could be dripping if she would just let go... Holy shit. She hadn't done anything else different from her usual stroking routine, but every single nerve seemed to be on edge, every bit of stimuli amplified tenfold. It was rolling through her body in dizzying waves, at one point so intense that she'd nearly blacked out, the bathroom stall speckling at the edges of her vison as she gasped for air, barely able to make out her ragged voice over the ringing in her ears. Mother of fuck. The only thing that kept her conscious was the absolutely burning throbbing between her legs, her hand pressed hard against the slick, pulsing part of her that was now trying to force a jet of piss out of her with all its strength. She could feel her bladder contracting along with the aftershocks, could feel everything running up her urethra, teetering right on the edge of coming out as she gently rocked in place, shuddering, with her palm serving as the only thing stopping her from losing complete control. "You can do this...Y-You can do this..." she muttered repeatedly, biting down on her lip and moaning as she waited for her body to ride out the afterglow of pleasure. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, the sensation below beginning to dull as she lost her hypersensitivity, and after a few minutes she managed to pull her hand back to wipe it off with a wad of toilet paper, relying on her clenching muscles alone to hold back the flood. Sweat was dripping along her forehead as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. That was...well, it wasn't exactly at the top of her list when it came to euphoric experiences (gunplay was always going to rest at the top, forever coveted until she could find someone to engage in it with her), but... "What a fuckin' rush..." Light tapping on tile caught her attention as the restroom door creaked open, and she could see black dress shoes with white socks below the stall's opening, slowly creeping into the room in front of her. They hadn't dared come close to her stall, lurking back towards the sinks, but she could see them shuffling from side to side, eventually crossing over each other and hopping around as a hesitant knocking sounded against the granite counter. "U-Um...Miss Midari? A-Are you...almost done? I-I know you don't like being, er, interrupted, b-but the other restrooms are closed for cleaning, a-and it's kind of an emergency..." The legs stepped back out of range from her limited vision as soon as the girl had finished squeaking out her question, and she just barely caught a frantically murmured "Pleasepleasedon'tshootmeohgoshpleasedon'tshoot!" She was sure that last bit had been more of a desperate prayer (how pointless), certainly not actually aimed at her. Any other time, she probably would have been pissed off enough to storm out and scare the living daylights out of whatever poor girl had bothered her during these special times, maybe even toy with the little thing for a bit if she wanted to get any pleasure to make up for the ruined session. But today...well, she was still in one of the most blissful afterglows of her life, so she supposed she could afford to be forgiving. And actually...perhaps this girl could do a little something for her after all... "It's fine, I don't give a shit. Just hop in and go before you piss yourself, I can see you wriggling like a toddler out there." The girl was hesitating, shuffing around in silence for a moment before she spoke up again, sneaking back into view as she paused in front of her stall. "Um...a-are you sure? I-It's really okay?" She guessed she couldn't fault her for being so cautious. It wasn't exactly above her morals to pull a trick once in a while, only to twist it around to get what she really wanted. "I'm serious, I really don't care. Just hurry up before I change my mind!" "Oh...o-okay...Thank you, M-Miss Midari! I really appreciate it!" Darting footsteps tapped to her left as the girl ran into a stall a couple of doors down from her own, slamming it shut and fumbling with the lock before she got situated, moaning and whimpering under her breath the whole time. That's it, just let go. You must be so damn desperate... The moment she heard the torrent hitting the bowl she doubled over, biting down on her knuckles to muffle a cry of her own as she heard the girl huffing in relief. Her urge had just barely settled back to an ache earlier, but now it was back in full force, throbbing harshly as she squirmed around, crossing her legs so tightly that her thighs soon burned with the strain. It was splattering so loudly, hissing and pouring, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bathroom...her bladder spasmed again, and she just barely clenched her muscles back to prevent a leak, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to breathe quietly through her nose. It's torture...Fucking hell, it's absolute torture! Thank you, Yumeko, you devil. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you! It was all she could do to focus on her pulsing bladder instead of the slowly-returning arousal below, keeping still and trying to breathe calmly instead of giving in to the sensation as the girl stepped out to wash her hands, the running water almost as agonizing. She really couldn't risk a second wave right now. No, as delicious as this suffering was, she needed to wait for a few hours, let her aching bladder settle while she distracted herself with mundane things. She needed to wait for Yumeko. Yes...that would be far more pleasurable than anything she could conceive of doing to herself right now... ~~~ Two wonderfully brutal hours later (and a final half bottle of water she'd barely been able to drink, one that the coin had only given her because her hands were shaking too badly to actually flip it), after final classes had let out for the day, she'd wasted no time tracking the little devil down, speed-walking through the hallways and trying not to stop too often. Once she finally found her she couldn't help rocking back and forth and bouncing in place where she stood, only partially out of eagerness. "Yumeko, I've followed-ah, all of your orders! Let's-ngh, start the game!" Yumeko hummed to herself, looking her over carefully before she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Wow, you really can't keep still, can you? Alright, let's go down to that room of yours! This is going to be so much fun!~" She was giggling, grasping her hand and pulling her along as she skipped down the hallways. It was such a strange, cheerful tone Yumeko was using, but she didn't mind it. It was the complete opposite of Yumeko's true aesthetic, that cold, calculating, crazy bitch that lurked under the surface, and it only served to make her even more excited about what was to come, sending her blood rushing with the dose of unease that came with wondering when that façade would be cast aside, wondering when Yumeko would rip into her once again... Would she treat her just as cruelly as she had the last time they'd played together, berate her and act like she wasn't worthy of being anywhere near her level? Just the thought sent a shiver through her, and she tensed up, pausing in her steps and squeezing her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs spiked. How many of those bottles have I downed now? Fuck, there was that tea too... "You're almost bursting, aren't you? Don't slow down now though!" Yumeko chided, pouting for a moment. "We're just about to have some fun, aren't we?" Of course, she couldn't stop now! The sooner they got there, the sooner she could see what Yumeko was really planning to do to her, the sooner they could be alone, together, just the two of them in a soundproof room... Bladder be damned, she tightened her grip on Yumeko's hand, taking the lead as she nearly bolted the rest of the way to their destination. They reached the door in a couple of minutes, and she hopped around, crossing her legs against increasingly-insistent aches as she yanked the key from her vest pocket. "Now, once we step inside, you need to stand still with your arms apart so I can frisk you, okay?~" Yumeko giggled. Damn it. She should have known Yumeko wouldn't have changed her mind about the no gun rule. Scowling, she unlocked the door and waited inside, standing as still as could be while Yumeko closed the door behind them. The girl was smiling as she made her way over, walking slowly to encircle her before she placed her hands on her shoulders, slowly feeling along the fabric of her sleeves. Those hands soon slid to move along her back, then crept forwards, reaching under and moving over her chest in firm, thorough strokes. The slight bit of attention already had her pulse spiking, and she bit back a moan, closing her eyes and trying to lean further into those fingers. "Uh-uh! This is a serious pat down!" Yumeko huffed, pulling her hands away for a minute before she stepped around, bringing them back to feel along her waist and down her legs in a way that made her want to melt. "You're desperate though, aren't you, Midari? Just these light strokes are enough to have you on the verge of begging, aren't they?" she whispered in her ear, a finger brushing her lip for a split second. Her single gun was swiftly yanked out of her hiding place and unloaded, tossed across the room with an empty clatter. "You disgust me." Without any warning, fingers ran down her stomach and towards her bladder in a single swift motion, pressing into her swollen skin one at a time. Two. Four. Six. Eight. All ten, massaging in small circles and feeling around every aching inch, forcing her breath to hitch and gasp as she struggled to stay perfectly still, and not send her hands lunging downwards. Stronger pulses kept striking in new spots as Yumeko continued to feel around like she was molding clay, and she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could against the sudden rush of burning pressure, tears beginning to prick at her eyes. "How about now, Midari? How close are you to losing control and begging me to help you with what you can't accomplish yourself? It's just like our last game, isn't it? Except, this time..." Oh fuck, it was Yumeko's real voice this time, that heartless tone that sent tingles through every inch of her, disdain practically dripping in every word. "This time I'm in charge of the rules. I'm the one getting the pleasure out of this. I'm not here to serve your suicidal whims, you're here to serve me." Her breathing was quickening the longer Yumeko went on, that familiar ache filling every fibre of her body as she squeezed her thighs together for another purpose, a moan escaping her lips. But even before that ripple of pleasure could run through her, a wave of pressure nearly overtook her, her abdomen quivering with an especially frantic spasm that had her legs trembling. "Yumeko, fuck, I-I think I'm gonna-" "What did I say about who was in charge, Midari? You aren't allowed to let a drop go until I say so. Follow the rules of the game. Hold it." She was outright panting now, straining every inch of her body into tightening up where she stood, still unsure if she was allowed to grab herself or cross her legs. The throbs were absolutely relentless now, each pulse reminding her of how damn full she was, how long she'd been holding it all in, how close she was to exploding. "You are going to wait for however long I want you to, no matter what I do to you. And then I'm going to savor watching you lose control...Is that clear?" She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, her breathing unsteady, but she found herself grinning anyways, a sharp cackle bursting from her no matter how badly it shook her bladder. "You know, this is pretty damn close to what you fussed at me for. No matter what, my body's gonna give out eventually, so you'll still get what you want. Not much of a gamble, is it?" "But isn't this what you wanted? An excuse for me to berate you like the pathetic person you are? Time with just the two of us and no one to interfere? A game where all of my focus is on you?" If she wasn't so busy trying not to piss herself, she probably would have creamed her skirt right there. Was Yumeko actually just doing this for her? "Y-Yeah, but..." Yumeko had stepped forward again, pressing her larger chest right up against hers, those entrancing red eyes staring into her as a hand crept around her neck, squeezing tighter and pulling until their lips were locked. Yumeko pulled away before she could make any attempts to prolong the kiss, smirking. "It'll still be a guessing game of when you'll lose it, right? Every move you make will be a gamble to hold it in!" ~~~ Damn, she had to piss so badly she could barely think about anything else, could hardly focus on taking in the image of Yumeko lying, still clothed, underneath her, face flushed and eyes practically glowing with that delicious, terrifying gaze. She couldn't stop the strange lap dance she was giving, her crotch grinding into that soft stomach with no sense of rhythm, rocking this way and that and suddenly jerking to change direction mid-movement. She just had to find the right angle, the right sense of pressure to keep the flood at bay for just a few more seconds, please, just a moment where the burning pressure at the edge wasn't shrieking at her. "Fuck, Yumeko, please..." Her thighs kept clenching around the body beneath her for all that they were worth, tingling and shaking as she strained the muscles to squeeze harder still, but it did nothing but add extra pressure between her legs, sent beads of teasing sweat rolling along them. She was trying so hard not to breathe, not daring to inflate her core with air that could take up precious space, and the dizziness was amazing, sending her vision dancing and adding yet another rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. It was wet down there, wet and clenching, over and over against nothing, fuck she needed to- She had to gasp for air just before she blacked out, her breaths coming out ragged and desperate, quick and short alternating with longer heaves as she lowered her head to rest against Yumeko's, each inhale sending waves of agony through her bladder, sending more waves of pleasure through overstimulated organs that were still trying to recover from the euphoria she'd just ridden out. The pressure was still there, it was still there and it was such sublime torture, and she had to keep squirming even though her crotch was begging her to stay still to recover, each wave of friction hurting and causing her to flinch. A fresh burst of warmth joined the slimy moisture between her legs, and she cried out, burying her face into Yumeko's neck as she shoved her hands against her crotch. It hurt, oh, it hurt, and no matter how hard she strained and clenched it kept coming, pouring out between her fingers and pooling into the fabric of the dress shirt below her. "No! N-No, nonono!!! We can't stop the fun now, we can't!!!" She liked to think her willpower had been what had finally sealed off the leak, but in reality it was Yumeko's hand, slipping past her own to squeeze and press against her most intimate areas. "I'm only helping you for a moment while you collect yourself. This is still a gamble, right? The rest of the game will be on you." She tried to nod, but all she ended up doing was sinking her teeth into Yumeko's neck to muffle an agonized, overjoyed scream. Yumeko was touching her, she was touching her and fuck, that was what she dreamed about so often, a satisfying thought-turned-reality that almost made her body overload yet again. She couldn't help a quick buck against those fingers, but that only earned a swat on her ass that forced her to yelp, another quick spurt of urine escaping. "Now now, that isn't fair! This game isn't about getting whatever you want! No breaking the rules!" And then Yumeko withdrew her hand, leaving her to fend off the inevitable alone. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!" She had to piss, she had to piss so badly she couldn't stand it, every breath, every tiny motion making the urge worse and worse, reminding her that no matter how much she begged and pleaded and moaned, it was going to come out soon, it was going to come out and the game would end and she couldn't stave it off forever. She was writhing around like her life depended on it, shoving her hands into her crotch and grinding against Yumeko, crying and gasping and unable to help the saliva dripping from her mouth, unable to help the slick that was still dripping and being produced in the same area where another liquid was barely being contained. "I don't want to go yet, I can't, please pleasepleaseplease don't let me, d-don't let me-" Another teasing spurt ran along her fingers and she sobbed, rocking her hips with a whimper. She'd been holding for so long now, it was almost hard to imagine actually letting go completely, and these leaks were only serving to sharpen the burning pain below, not relieve it. But damn, it felt amazing, the constant pressure and pain teasing her in ways normal ministrations could never hope to. I can't let our game end yet! "Y-Yumeko!" she gasped out, shifting to try and grasp her crotch more firmly. "The gun, g-get the gun!" She could see Yumeko raising up her head to glare at her, so she hurried to finish speaking before she could be interrupted. "I know it's empty, I'm-ah, n-not gonna fuckin' shoot it! J-Just hand it to me, please!" Yumeko looked skeptical, but she had the mercy (or maybe just curiosity) to fulfill her request, shifting her arms behind her and pushing to slide herself further back along the floor until she could reach the weapon. Once she grasped it, she held it out to her. She snatched it immediately with one hand, fumbling to shift it in her fingers until she had it with the handle up, the barrel facing towards herself. Perfect. Bracing herself, she raised herself up from Yumeko's wet stomach, wasting no time shoving the metal between her legs and pressing it as closely against her crotch as she could, squeezing her thighs shut around it. The shocking cold of the object forced her to leak a small spurt, but after her body heat began to warm it she regained control. "Mmm, that's creative...I suppose I won't count the gun against you for this..." Yumeko murmured, pulling on the collar of her vest until she adjusted, sitting on her knees, still on top of her stomach. "Let's see how much longer you can go..." With a devilish grin, she'd yanked her to lean down further, capturing her lower lip in a bite that drew blood. She couldn't help moaning, her remaining eye closing as she tried to focus her other senses on capturing this moment. The smell of Yumeko's perfume, so much sweeter and more gentle than the girl who wore it. Her pants and murmurs in her ears, the warm hands roaming through her hair and down her neck to stroke her collarbones, and soon slipping under her shirts to run along her stomach. "You're so pretty, Midari...It's a shame you're such a wreck." Oh fuck, her hands were just barely brushing along her abdomen, but it was still enough to send fresh waves of desperation shuddering through her, her hands tightening their grip on Yumeko's top as she squirmed. "No, nononono-" Her bladder spasmed again, sharp and agonizing, and no matter how hard she clenched, a hot stream drenched the gun, running down the barrel and wetting her legs. Breath hitching, she bucked, half-grinding against the metal object in a last-ditch attempt to increase the pressure, but it was no use. She was completely losing control now, her abdomen becoming strangely warm as her bladder began to empty of its own will. "Fuck...I-I can't..." She was clenching every muscle, but piss was still flooding out of her, loud hissing and her own ragged gasps filling the room as she collapsed against Yumeko, her face resting between her breasts. The girl's fingers laced themselves through her hair, gripping it tightly enough to hurt as she pulled her head up to make eye contact, while the other pulled the gun out from between her legs, dangling the dripping thing in front of her. "You've ruined your favourite toy, haven't you? You're so tired you can barely move, you're drenched with more than just piss, and I think even less of you now than I already did...how does that make you feel, Midari? Who's the winner of this little game?" She knew the answer was supposed to be 'Yumeko'. This whole thing was supposed to be payback for her own game, proving a point by doing something that primarily gave Yumeko pleasure while she suffered, just like how Yumeko had suffered through a boring gamble for her own twisted benefit. And it had definitely given Yumeko pleasure. The girl's eyes were nearly glowing, her chest heaving with her own breathless pants and her face blazing red, her legs quivering underneath where she was sitting. Damn, she hadn't even needed to rub one out, coming just from the show alone. But...lying here with sopping wet fabric underneath her, soaking her own clothes as relief began to make her head spin, having been pushed to her absolute limit, put through pure hell and agony with something that could be done over long stretches of time, instead of the split-second highs the click of her gun could offer...being brought to a pitiful condition like this...and with Yumeko getting so physical with her, paying attention to only her for a good hour or two... "Actually..." she huffed, a giddy smile working its way onto her face despite her exhaustion. "I think...this is more of a draw. We might have to go for another round to decide..." "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
  21. "So cute! What do you think, Mikan?" After dinner, I brought Mikan to my room to go through the supplies I bought together. She's trying on one particular outfit that caught my eye. It's an orange and yellow sweater with a paw print at the top, combined with a short brown skirt for the bottoms. It's simple, but cute, and I wanted to get her something warm for the cooler weather coming around. ..Okay, the sweater is for warmth. The skirt may have been a bit of a selfish choice for me, but you can't deny it's cute! "It's nice. It's warm and really soft!" I was a bit worried shopping for her on my own, but it looks as if I made a good choice on everything so far! That, or she's just really amenable. Either way, she looks happy, and that's what matters! "It fits you well. I'm glad you like it, Mikan! Now, one more thing I need to show you.." I reach into the bag and pull out the collar and leash I bought. Mikan's eyes light up. In a sense, this collar is a symbol of the bond between master and pet. The thought sends flutters up my chest as I hand it over to Mikan. "..Sniff, sniff." Mikan holds the collar in her palms and gives it a few curious sniffs. A few moments pass before Mikan looks up at me with a bright smile. "It's perfect, Risa. Mikan doesn't know how to thank you for all of this.." I give a cheerful smile. I know just the thing. "That's simple, Mikan. Let's go for a walk and try it out!" Just like that, Mikan and I set out for our first walk. I help adjust the collar around Mikan's neck, making sure it's not too tight. "Does that feel okay, Mikan?" She gives a nod, looking down with a smile as she plays around with it. The leash itself is light and straps around Mikan's wrist. Nadeshiko says only specific larger breeds, such as Kotarou, need stronger leashes that hook onto to the collar. "All set?" Mikan's ears give a twitch, tail wig-wagging left and right as her head gives an eager nod. The sun's already setting, so we won't have long to enjoy it, but.. We set out on our walk anyway. I figure we at least have enough time to take a quick stroll. The weather is chilly, but not quite frigid enough to bundle up yet. I let Mikan lead the way as we enter the park. Her tail is still wagging so much that now and then, I get a peak up her skirt. I can't resist giving a bit of a pervy grin at the display, though Mikan appears oblivious to the show she's giving as she happily strolls along the park path. I decide to give her a little tease. "Hmm hmm, yes, I believe those paw-print panties I picked out suit you rather nicely too, Mikan~" The doggy girls face goes red for a moment as she tugs her skirt down. "..R-Risa!" "Kehehe~". I grin and giggle, and Mikan can't help but giggle a bit in response too. We continue on like this until it gets dark out. Once the parks automated lamps cut on, I decide we should head home. "Hey, Mikan? It's getting late now, so we should start heading back." ..? Mikan's so preoccupied she doesn't notice me calling her. She's been squirming a lot towards the end of our walk, and come to think of it, I don't recall her using the bathroom once since this morning. I wonder.. "Mikan?" "..A-Ah! S-Sorry! Uhm, Mikan is done walking for tonight, can we go home now?" I walk up to Mikan and ruffle her hair a bit. "Yes, I just said that. You look a little distracted there, is anything bothering you?" Mikan flusters and looks up as she waves her hands in dismissal. "M-Mikan is fine! Mikan is fine." "Hmm, really?", I give Mikan's tummy a playful poke and she lets out a whine. "...Uwwu, R-Risa!" I give a sly grin. "Perfectly fine, huh? If you gotta go so badly, there's no one around. I'm sure we could find you a bush, or perhaps a tre-" Mikan suddenly blushes a deep red and shakes her head. "T-That's way too embarrassing! M-Mikan can't do that! S-She'll be fine! Mikan is a good girl!" I guess even anthropoids can be shy about these things. If I'm being honest though.. I may have resorted to this method once or twice before. It's not like anyone's going to see anyway. Come to think of it.. Mikan's not the only one who hasn't gone potty in a while. Though I'm nowhere in near as dire of a position as this doggy girl, I could certainly use a break myself. I give Mikan a light pat on the head. "Come on then, let's get you home before you stain those cute panties I just got y-" Mikan flushes a shade of red again and flails at my arms. "Risa!" I giggle to myself before tugging the doggy girl along. She's no longer leading the way, so I have to peer back now and then to make sure she's keeping up. As much as she protests being fine, every now and then I can see her tail tensing up as her legs clench and rub together. Something about this display I can't seem to get enough of. It sends fluttery feelings up and down my body. By the time we're almost home, I notice that my own panties have grown damp from the display.. and.. I don't mean from pee. At this point, it's become glaringly obvious that.. I'm getting turned on by Mikan's struggling. I feel a little shameful realizing this, but I do my best to push the thoughts out of my mind and focus on getting us home for now. Eventually, we reach the parks entrance. My apartment happens to be right next to the park, so it's only a little but further now. I glance back at the doggy girl to let her know we're nearly home, but.. "...Hnnnghh..!" Mikan suddenly keels over. Her hands dig into her skirt, legs lock together, and ears, along with her tail, stand at attention as she lets out a loud whimper, and.. "..!" My eyes barely catch it, but beneath the lamp-light I can see a modest trickle running down Mikan's thigh. Doki doki I feel my heart pounding for a moment. I'm so taken back by the display I don't have time to react when Mikan bolts off towards a nearby tree. "P-Potty! M-Mikan needs to go, now!!" "..A-Ahh, Mikan, wait!" Before I can catch up with her, the leash hits its limit and yanks the doggy girl back, spinning her around and sending her barreling into my chest. Clash! ...Ow. Mikan slams into me, knocking my wind out and sending us both falling down into the dirt. "Owch.. d-don't go running off like that. You're a lot faster than I am, you know!" I look up to check on the doggy girl as I struggle to catch my breath. We landed only inches away from each other, so I can see with a quick scan she doesn't look visibly injured. But I notice her ears have drooped and a few tears are strolling down her cheeks. "Hey, Mikan? Are you okay? You're not hurt are you?" I reach up to giver her a light pat on the head, and that's when I hear it. Pssssshhhhhhhhh~.. ..Huh? W-wait, what? My head darts down as I feel a warm wetness creeping up my legs and spreading towards my butt. "O-Oh". There's yellow puddle flowing out from beneath the doggy girl. I quickly scan our surroundings, making sure we're alone before wrapping my arms around the doggy girl, drawing her into my chest and gently petting her head. My first instinct is to comfort Mikan, but at the same time, I can feel my heart pounding. As I continue stroking my fingers through her hair, I can still hear it.. and feel it. This tiny doggy girl is still peeing. I've lost track of how long its been, but at this point the puddle has crept all the way around my butt. It's so warm.. the surrounding air is cold, but the ground beneath my butt is anything but. The feeling is sending shivers up my spine. After a few more moments, I can hear the doggy girls stream trickle down as she lets out a subconscious sigh of relief between sobs. "..M-Mikan.. M-ikan is so sorry. Mikan was a bad girl.." I loosen my grip on the doggy girl and dry away a few of her tears, giving as comforting of a smile as I can. "I-it's okay! Accidents happen.. but.. boy, for someone so small, you sure can go, can't you?" Mikan looks down and seems to just notice the extent of the damage between the two of us. "M-Mikan made a mess again.. Risa.. Risa must be mad. Mikan knew this would happen. Mikan is being a burden to Risa already.." ... Pinch. I grab ahold of Mikan's cheeks with both fingers and pinch hard. "O-Ow! R-Risa!!" "What did I say about calling yourself a burden?" "..B-But.." My heart is racing. I should sit here and try to calmly comfort her. That's what I think. That's what I tell myself. But that's not what I do. Smooch. "..!" Before the doggy girl can protest further, my lips find themselves planted against hers. Mikan's ears and tails jolt back up in surprise. It takes me several seconds before I regain my composure and realize what I'm doing. My body retreats as my face glows a deep shade of red. Mikan sits there dumbfounded for a moment as her hands reach up and touch her lips. "..I told you, you'll never be a burden to me. There's no reason to get so upset over something silly like this. It's no big deal. All this means is a bit of extra laundry.. and an excuse to bathe with a cute doggy girl again tonight! I like you Mikan, and that's not going to change, so don't get so depressed over every little mistake that happens, okay?" ... A few moments pass before Mikan ends up filling in the awkward silence. "..Risa..?" ..? ..A-Ah! I nearly stumble backwards as the puppy girl lunges forward and licks my cheek. "Thank you." Mikan smiles at me, and at this point both of our cheeks are red as tomatoes. I return her smile and ruffle her hair some more. "Eheheh. Any time. What do you say we go back home and get cleaned up now?" Mikan gives a shy nod. The once warm puddle beneath our butts has grown cold and clammy at this point, and the longer we sit out here the more likely it is someone will come by and notice us. So the logical thing to do would be to get up and hastily make our way home now. Of-course, I don't do the logical thing. My whole body is still tingling at this point, and among all these sensations firing at once, I notice the pang of my own still rather full bladder protesting. Unlike Mikan, though, I'm confident I could easily make it back to our house without wetting myself. Despite that.. "But first, since you already got my skirt all wet anyways Mikan.." My hands creep back down to the hem of my skirt as I shyly grip down and pull it up, exposing my white-cotton panties to the doggy girl in front of me. A playful, pervish smile creeps across my face as I close my eyes and relax. "..A-Ah..! Risa?!" Mikan gasps in shock moments after as I feel a warm trickling making its way out into my cotton panties. ...Pss...pssh..pshhhhhhhhhhh... A tingling warmth and relief pours out of me as the puddle beneath my butt quickly grows warm again. I have to bite down on my lip to suppress a moan as my legs instinctively lock together, causing the golden liquid to pool up into my lap before trickling over and running down my legs. I'm seriously doing this. I'm wetting myself in front of another girl.. in a public place, no less. After several moments, my stream dies down and I'm finally able to open my eyes. Mikan's eyes are still wide-open with her hand covering her mouth and rosy cheeks. Her awestruck expression makes me giggle. "See? No big deal!"
  22. Mu-onOttoko

    Instagram find

    So, recently after failing to find anything interesting on either b2b, in2p or this forum I decided to try something new and search up the tag Omorashi on instagram, not really expecting any real good content. Imagine my surprise when I found this gem; or at least a page from said gem. There is another doujinshi with that same raven haired girl on this forum, the title escapes me but unlike that one this doujinshi has some yuri content, nothing hard-core though. also, some mild nudity (bottom half mostly, for clean up of aftermath) is shown. Hopefully that was sufficient warning of everything on that doujinshi. Enjoy!
  23. Hey folks! It's been a long time, but I've always liked this series, and at the behest of folks who wanted some more, I'm diving back into it. I'm including (In separate comments) each chapter. I hope you like it, and I'll write more soon. Chapter 1: Samantha of Northcrest. You, yes?" The guard captain was of the quiet sort, more befitting an scholar than a bloodied veteran of two wars. But Sam knew the man's prowess. Songs were sung of Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Even outside of his feared armor, the Captain was a deadly swordsman...Perhaps even more so with the freedom from burdensome metal. "Aye, sir. I was recommended by Lieutenant Maxson to you after the Southerner Uprising was put down." Gin nodded, imperceptibly, reading the letter that Sam had brought with her. The paraffin wax seal lay on the Captain's desk. "Maxson is a good soldier, and officer. Your trip was long, though, even for a mercenary." A slightly disdainful smile crept up on Gin's mouth and immediately vanished. It was a common reaction in Samantha's work, and a reason he sought employment within the Guard. "No longer a mercenary, if you'll have me, sir. Maxson believed I would be a fair addition to the Guard, and I would like to take him up on that offer, if you'll have me." Gin stood, and Sam followed, as protocol dictated. She had done her homework - though she was low-born, she was expected to act with all the nobility of a lady in dealings with the royal court. Gin, however, seemed not to notice, instead going over to the small weapon rack opposite of the Captain's chamber. Warm sunlight filtered through the open glass window, a curious luxury practically unknown in the southern lands. It was an autumn day, and the harvest in full swing. "They say that battle is the truest way to show the heart of a man. There's no lies in a man trying to survive the edge of a sword. Maxson knows this well, so his recommendation carries some weight. But there are many men of ill repute that would attempt to settle themselves here. The greedy, the lazy, the lecherous and perhaps worst of all - the traitorous. And even...Especially then, who knows the heart of a woman? I like to get to know potential guardsmen before allowing them any post within the Palace. What say you, Samantha? Would you enjoy a 'chat?'" She nodded and the Captain, now at the weapon rack, drew out two swords, tossing one to Sam. It was of average quality for a normal sword. But it was no normal sword. The edge heavily dulled, its purpose was obvious. "Chats". Without a word, Gin stepped into a combat stance and engaged Samson, who barely parried the heavy opening swing, and protecting himself from the inevitable broken bone that would have followed. And so they began a deadly dance made only a fraction less so by the training blades. It was a test of skill, of experience and most important of all, character. Step in step, Samantha kept up and though the Captain seemed entirely at ease in combat, he did his best to match his skill. She knew the man was holding back, challenging though not overpowering. When she saw her opening to attack, Sam knew it was a forgery, but she took it anyway, to show the man she knew her way around a duel. The only surprise that she seemed to have given Gin, however, was when Sam deflected an attack that was clearly meant to disable and end the combat, riposting in a way that showed a glint of the Captain's true skill. It was enough to show Sam that she was clearly out of her league. Nevertheless, the Captain then stood back, effectively ending the spar. Barely breathing heavily, he nodded. "Well done, indeed, Sam. Your skill and experience serve you well. You may -" And in that instant, the Captain snapped into a salute, breaking off his commentary. Curiosity got the better of Sam, however, who turned behind her to see a girl at the door that she would later learn to be the Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of Nortmund. Even as young as she was, Sam saw, at perhaps a mere eleven years weathered, she was breathtakingly beautiful. Golden-red hair cascaded in loose curls to her shoulders, and her face and stance held a kind, if hawkish, loveliness to them. Her body was lithe like a young girl, but her bloom was soon coming upon her, Sam was certain. She wore a frilly blue dress that fit her perfectly and completed the image that she was truly a princess first, and a child second. At the last second, when her eyes fell onto her, she then fell into a salute, shaky though it was. The music that was her voice matched her visage perfectly. "Captain Veridis." The Captain went to ease. "I had dropped by to examine the potential recruit." Her eyes drew to Sam again, making her nearly blush. "I've heard good things about her." "She is...Adequate, your Highness. Much to improve, as he is but a low-born, woman mercenary." Sam felt a twinge of resentment, but resisted it, and forgot it when the girl smiled at her. "The choice is, of course, up to you, your Highness." She stepped into the chamber striding with an elegant gait to the Samantha, who still held herself tensely. "There is no need to be nervous, my subject. I am not as harsh as the Captain here." She looked the woman over, walking in a circle around her. Samantha was nowhere near to the radiant beauty that the girl possessed, but she had a sort of real world, life-chiseled attractiveness to her. A short, tied-back haircut of wild blonde grew from her, and her body was well-maintained by training and combat. Her skill had protected beautiful face from scars, and most of the rest of her body as well. Her breasts were somewhat small, but never sagged, and her bottom the comment of many a lewd jeer. She felt like a horse at market under the girl's eyes though. Samantha's eyes noted that girl herself seemed a little tense as well, though only for a brief instant, as she bent down to look at Sam's toned legs. Samantha though, betrayed no sign of noticed. When the girl stood up again, she addressed the Captain. "You give your approval, Captain Veridis?" Her frame was impassive, but there was an impatient questioning in the girl's eyes. "She seemed a fair enough candidate, and better than many of the men I have seen this week, both in skill and character. It is something of a scandal, however, to induct a mercenary into the Royal Guard, and moreso to the point of a bodyguard. "Well, it is this, or a eunuch, and that would be a cruel thing to stoop to. Besides, she has the backing of Sir Maxson, yes?" the girl replied. He nodded. "Indeed, your Highness. Yes. She meets my standards, and those of your father." "And mine as well. What is your name, my subject?" "Samantha, of Northcrest, your Highness." She bowed deeply. "No longer, dear Samantha. You are now Guardian Samantha, of Nortmund, a Protector and Charge of the Royal Family, and personal bodyguard to the Princess Amelie Gregorian. Is this satisfactory?" Barely able to contain her excitement, Sam nodded quickly. "Most excellent!" The girl betrayed her youth with a clap of her hands, before continuing. "I must confess that I'm in a hurry. You may begin your duties now, by escorting me to my chambers and helping me to prepare for the harvest pronouncement of my father." "Your Highness, there is the short matter of providing her with the Seal of the Guard and the ritual contained. It will only be a few moments." The girl huffed, but acquiesced. "Of course, Captain, but please hurry." She left the room with that, and Gin went to a large cabinet, rifling through its contents. "You should consider yourself lucky, Corporal. The Princess does not often accept recruits so quickly. She must like you dearly. Here, your Seal," Gin said, handing her a white military sash with the gray and blue coat of arms of the royal family. "There is no real ritual, except a few more...Private orders, that I pass onto you from His Majesty. You see, the Princess is the heir apparent to the throne, but she has a few peculiar 'habits.'" Sam was confused, but somewhat expected it. Nobility had a way of being a little more eccentric. "Like what? She seemed well adjusted enough." "And that's how we'd like to keep her. She is normal enough, but...Well, you shall see soon. However, you must never let her 'habit' become public knowledge, and should do your best to protect her from prying eyes, even within the castle." He sighed ruefully. "Her mother the Queen is something the same, and I have a handful with that. It will be good that we finally have a bodyguard to deal with the Princess." Samantha gave him a sideways glance, but he quickly shooed her out into the hallway, where the Princess was tapping her feet impatiently, practically bounding with energy. Or... Samantha dismissed the thought, but it came unbidden to her anyway. In any event, she ignored it, and joined her charge. "Your Highness, I am afraid that I will make a poor bodyguard without arms and armor." "Do not worry about that, Samantha. We will get you provided for later today. Hurry though, we must get to my room!" "Of course, your Highness. Why the hurry though?" "Nevermind that!" Amelie snapped, then giggled. Her dress swished softly as they walked, and they had reached the other wing of the palace when the Princess suddenly stopped, holding a hand out for support against the smooth stone wall. A sharp intake of breath was heard as she paused, and she looked down momentarily. "Your Highness! Are you alright?!" Samantha tried to support her, to the Princess' protest, when the girl suddenly shuddered slightly, and a soft pattering sound rang from the carpet. "Yes, yes...Just get me to my room. Hurry, Samantha!" Needing no more encouragement, Sam picked the girl up, looking down and seeing a small wet spot in the carpet. Following the girl's terse direction, she headed up the stairs of the northern tower. Amelie's body was tense, and Sam was forced to realize that the girl was in desperate need to release her water. She could feel the girl's damp underwear through the dress, which distracted her with another feeling, and nearly caused her to turn a corner into the sight of a passing servant. Most of the staff was off the grounds, at the Palatial Green, preparing for the harvest pronouncement, but some staff were still within. Her startlement seemed to scare the princess as well, and she felt a renewed warmth from the Princess' bottom. "Hurry, Samantha, I can barely hold on!" Another corner, and another, and the Princess' double-doors stood, beckoning. She pushed them open quickly, not even noticing the lavish decorations of the apartment, and placed the Princess on her feet, where she jammed her hands into her crotch tightly. No longer a regal princess, she was a desperate young girl, barely holding on from soaking her entire dress, Through hissing breaths, the Princess said, "My dress...Get it off..." Samantha tried, but it was slow going. A low-born mercenary, dresses were somewhat foreign to her, and the elaborate one worn by the Princess was even worse. Every few seconds, Amelie squealed, and held tighter, but Samantha watched as small rivulets of golden urine trailed down the girl's stockings, becoming more and more powerful each time. "Hurry!" Amelie said, just as Samantha freed the last lace, causing the dress to fall to the ground in a frumpled heap. Amelie leaped away from it, and took one step. Out of her skirt, she was dressed only in a pair of beautiful silken underwear and stockings, as her breasts had yet to blossom. Though originally a light blue, they were now darkened by the girl's urine, and dripping as she leaked more. Samantha watched in fascination, as the girl squirmed and whimpered slightly, grabbing the underwear tightly, and pulling it taut against her labia. Her perfectly formed, womanly lips outlined the fabric, as her urine spurted out anew, barely held back. Trails of fragrant liquid streamed down her young, pale legs, slowing, but not stopping entirely. Amelie just stood there, squatting just slightly, as Samantha quietly approached. Almost unconsciously, she gently touched the girl's young bottom, eliciting a gasp from the Princess, who then lost all control. A hissing sound erupted through the fabric as pee shot out uncontrollably, cascading over Sam's hand. In a last ditch effort to hold back, the princess pressed herself against Sam's hand, but to no avail. Pee ran over it, and she could feel its pressure as it ran out of the girl's bladder. She was almost amazed by how much the girl held. It must've been some time - a minute, two maybe, and she was still going strong. Amelie's now dark blue panties dripped all over, and her stockings were covered in streaks where they weren't soaked entirely. Samantha realized that she too was wet, and a thrilled feeling ran from her hand to her head, making her lightheaded. She couldn't understand why, but she found the Princess' accident incredibly arousing. For her park, the Princess seemed more than a little excited herself, her breaths coming in short gasps, and a look of ecstasy on her face as her urine finally slowed, and stopped. She grinded herself against Sam's hand for a moment more before realizing what she was doing, and then jumped away staring at the woman. Some time passed for each of them, both too embarrassed by their respective actions to speak. Finally, the princess Amelie said, with a smirk and a giggle, "So, now you know my secret." Chapter 2: Samantha still couldn't believe what she had seen only a few minutes before. The little girl, the Princess Amelie, had wet herself...No, *soaked* herself right in front of her. Perhaps more shocking was her own reaction to the sight. Incredibly aroused, a hot blush enveloped her as she saw the lithe girl's wet ass, dripping with pee, the stockings she wore streaked with urine, and the look of almost orgasmic bliss on the Princess' face. After Amelie's rather redundant remark, she asked if Samantha might offer her some privacy to clean up, something that Samantha readily agreed to. The girl left her bodyguard in the ante-chamber of her apartments, while Samantha played the scene over and over in her mind. Almost involuntarily, she felt her hand gliding down to her most forbidden places, rubbing, massaging her pussy through her linen pants, cultivating that hot feeling of arousal, bringing herself closer, ever so closer to that peak of ple... A sudden noise, the sound of the door knob clicking caused Samantha to start, and she tried to appear composed as the Princess re-entered, though her face was still flushed, and her breath more than a little...Labored. For her part, the Princess looked every bit like the royalty she was, as if her indiscretion had never happened. She was dressed in fresh clothes, a beautiful, form-fitting dress in masterfully matched harvest colors - gold, orange and reds perfectly blended to make it seem as if she were a walking storm of fallen leaves. But to Samantha, all she could imagine were the underclothes beneath. She dismissed the thought however, as duty called. "Your Highness, are you feeling better?" A sly smile crept on Amelie's face, and she nodded. "I just wish I had a little more time to," she paused and giggled, "take care of things, before my father's pronouncement. But as it is, we shall be nearly late if we leave now! Here, you may take one of the ceremonial swords I practice with. It's pretty, but it'll work in a pinch as well. As for clothing...Hmm." Amelie clicked her tongue. "Well, they provide cloaks for the Guard, so we won't need to worry too much, but we'll need to get you something a little, well, more 'royal' soon." She smiled, and Samantha felt horribly under-dressed and, well, poor. "Nevermind for now, though Samantha. Grab one of the sabres from the walls, and we'll be on our way." Samantha nodded and looked against the wall, where a number of ceremonial swords rested, carefully placed on varying racks. In Nortmund, it was a traditional gift to give fine weaponry to the royal family, as a sign of respect for their martial prowess and the giver's own fealty. After a brief glance though, Sam wondered wryly at what a noble thought was "fine weaponry". Most of the weapons were gaudy and horribly unbalanced. One had a pure gold hilt, practically ready to bend and break at a good swing. Another's basket-guard was wrought with wires so fine and unreinforced that it would like as not slice the hand of the wielder if the sword swing didn't cut straight through. One, however, stood out amongst the rest, and Samantha's eyes laid down upon it immediately. The one word that could best describe it was elegant. It was a "new school" sword, slim and agile, meant for fencing as opposed to armored combat, which suited her just fine. The blade was curved just slightly in a reverse S, though it was straight enough for use as a thrusting weapon as well. The guard and hilt were streamlined, a beautiful silver-alloy in an outline of the royal family crest, and the pommel was weighted with a dark blue stone. Despite its beauty, Sam knew it to be a dangerous and deadly weapon, and her belief was confirmed when she held it, perfectly balanced and ready to cut the air. The Princess was too young to know such weapons intimately, but she did provide comment. "Sir Maxson gave me that for my 10th year of birth. He was always a kind man, and he seemed to put a lot of value in it." "With good reason, your Highness. He knows his steel." Samantha held it with awe, before quickly grabbing a silk scarf and creating a makeshift wrap for it. The Princess waited impatiently, and after, they were off with due speed. Already, the sun was deep into the afternoon, and the Harvest Pronouncement would begin with the red and oranges of the evening. Amelie led the way, bringing them to a stable where a detachment of the Guard and the Princess' carriage awaited. They saluted the two, much to Samantha's surprise, who was usually on the other end of such service. As Amelie climbed into the carriage, the sergeant of the detachment stood forward and addressed Samantha. "Madam Greylily, I am Sergeant Hawthorne of the Palatial Guard. I have news from Captain Veridis. He says that there are rumors of southern aggressors within the city. There is little to worry about, but he asks that you remain on your guard. You will find your cloak of office within the carriage, and we will be taking a route outside of the parade path this day." "Osland, here? That seems a little far-fetched, Sergeant. Are you sure?" Samantha felt the cold silk wrapping on her back instinctively. "The war has gone somewhat poorly in the weeks since your departure from the front. Our people fight well and valiantly, but there are traitors amongst the nobility, who wish to see the Royal Family deposed. Osland is providing them aid in this effort. You can be confident, however, that myself and my men are loyal retainers to the Palace. We shall see you safely to the event, and home again." "I have every expectation that you'll do a fine job, Sergeant." Though the man was grizzled, and perhaps twice her age, Samantha's experience and innate charisma lent a commanding air to her, and the man bowed to her as she entered the carriage. Amelie waited, smiling, and holding her cloak. "Beautiful, don't you think?" It was, though not in the way that the Princess was thinking. Its aesthetics were kind to the eye indeed, a wonderful blend of dark blue and white with the crest of the royal family, but its make impressed Sam. Entirely practical in use, it was made of a stout linen, with a silk underlining. Light enough for constant wear, robust enough for harsh weather, and heavy enough to deflect a blade in combat. Sam momentarily regretted the thought though - in recent days, her eyes were rarely appreciated the innate beauty of the world. It was numbers and function, the value in combat or its danger. Her life was a soldier's one, indeed. Out of the corner of her eye though, another feeling surfaced. Amelie sat there in repose, beautiful as ever, and her dress was draped carelessly, in such a way that it bared a pale, perfect thigh. A feeling of heat surfaced, and Sam found herself staring for a moment. She drew her eyes away finally, but not before she thought she saw the Princess watching her. Her heart leaping to her throat, she tried conversation to wile away the embarrassment. "So how do you feel, your Highness? Is everything aright for the festivity today?" The Princess gave her a sly look, before looking out the window once more. "Of course, dearest Samantha," she talked with a mature air at times, foreshadowing the royalty and power within the girl, "Though I'm somewhat distressed about the plans my father has for me." Samantha raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong?" "Well...No. It comes with nobility. Sons are kings and directors. Daughters are assets, half-property. The binders of nations. He intends to barter me off, and the harvest will be the first showing of me in true beauty." "I can scarcely think of you as lacking true beauty at any time, Princess." Amelie laughed a musical laugh. "Now you sound like a suitor! But no, this dress is the proof of it. My others are lovely to look upon, yes, but this one is meant to portray me as the trophy that every noble will want to wed." She sighed, then looked sideways toward Sam. "But I have a plan that might earn me a little more time." Fastening her cloak to herself, Samantha nodded to Amelie to go on. But instead of talking, she raised her dress a little farther, exposing the lovely orange panties that she wore. They fitted her snugly, outlining her forbidden parts well. Samantha lost her concentration, and her fastener. Amelie giggled. "You know my secret, dearest bodyguard. But it is more than a pleasure for me." She paused, fastening her eyes on Samantha. For Sam's part, her eyes were half-locked on the Princess' lower body. Her labia was just outlined in the orange silken fabric, and as she watched, it darkened slightly, as the girl released a two-second spurt of urine into it. Even from her position opposite of the Princess, she could see the goosebumps form on the girl's thighs, and felt her own body rush with adrenaline and arousal. "It's also a weapon for my freedom." "How...How do you mean, your Highness?" Sam felt on edge, like her heart was walking a tightrope. She was filled with a lust, though she knew it was forbidden. Despite that, she could barely contain it. "Unlike some," Amelie said, locking her eyes on Samantha, who started, "A nobleman would never desire to be with a dirty girl. My father may show me off this night, but should he pair me with anyone, I have a surprise for them." "But you've already...Done that, haven't you?" "I've let my water go, yes. But I've been holding back something else for a few days, and it's begging to be released. I'm not sure that I shall remain clean this night." The girl giggled, and let out a squeaky fart to punctuate her statement, before fidgeting. "It's actually somewhat hard to hold as it is. I may need your help later." "I am at your disposal, my liege." "I know you are," Amelie said, with a sly smile. ----- Hours later, night was settling in and the festival still in full swing. Her father the King was a charismatic speaker, and the citizens and nobility attending were in good spirits. Amelie's prediction had come true, and she was courted by various nobles. She brushed them away with ease however, and Sam saw a good part of the Princess' father in the girl. She had a way with words. Though too young to drink much, she was given a few glasses of wine, which was enough to put the girl into a much more sultry version of herself. But that sultriness was saved for Samantha, and her alone. She was at the girl's side the entire night, never leaving it, and she received quite a show. During the feast, she found her hand being guided down to the Princess' beautiful ass, during the powder pipe show. Caressing the girl's secret place, she felt the Amelie tense, and a warm wetness envelop her hand for a second, before stopping. Looking up at the princess' face, she saw the desperation in her eyes and knew she needed to move quickly. Helping the girl hike her skirt to a safe distance, she felt a cascade of hot liquid pour from her beautiful forbidden lips, through the orange panties and into the grass below. As it slowed to a stop, Amelie ground her pussy into Samantha's hand for a few brief moments before the servant came their way. Giving Samantha a secret smile, she went back to listening to her father. Soon though, the King had finished his talking, and the formalities of the night were nearly over. However, the dancing still remained. In these times, the nobility used dancing as a sort of courtship. It was rather ironic, but the practice actually grew from the peasant class - the nobles made it all fancified, but its origins were still undeniable. As Amelie and Samantha stood from the table, the orchestra sprung into action. A light melody, an overture, Samantha thought, began. "We should take our leave before we're delayed for this. I'm really not feeling up to dancing right now. Something rather more...Pressing, calls me," Amelie said quietly. Samantha nodded, looking around for Hawthorne, but he was nowhere to be found for the moment. "Of course, your Highness. I'll go call for -" "Ah, Princess Amelie, you look striking tonight, as always." The voice was a youth, barely older than Amelie herself, Sam was sure. It belonged to an ostentatiously dressed noble, who wore the sash of Northcrest. Samantha knew him, being the heir apparent of her home county. The son of Duke Gregory, Isaac Gregory. The last time she had seen the boy, his voice was still high as a choir singer's. She doubted his maturity had followed his physical development. "You flatter me, Isaac. It pleases me to see you. Did you enjoy my father's speech?" The girl nodded to the boy, as befitting his station. She seemed tense, and Sam hoped the exchange would end soon. The girl must've been holding her waste for some time. "I did, but I found myself distracted by you. Would you care to join me in the dance?" The boy looked smugly at her, and Samantha was about to intercede, but Amelie gave her a look that said that this was a highborn affair. Sam sighed and stepped back. "But of course, Isaac. Please, wait here Guardian. I'll return shortly." Taking the boy's outstretched hand, the princess followed him to the makeshift dance floor, where the twirling dresses of the varying aristocracy made the night bloom with the colors of harvest. Samantha was left alone at the table, and resigned herself, grumpily, to waiting. She picked at the things that were supposed to be snacks, according to the maitre d', before resolving to find Sergeant Hawthorne while the princess was occupied. Glancing toward the dance floor, she saw the girl dancing magnificently, though she could see the tenseness in the girl's body. The thought of her desperation made a slight heat erupt in Sam's body. Finding Hawthorne was not as difficult as she thought it might be. He was chatting it up with the gate guard, who were watching the etrance to the noble's area of the festival, keeping the "unclean" masses from intruding. The man had a mug in his hand, but seemed sober as she approached, and snapped to attention. "Orders, Guardian?" "Her Highness will be taking her leave soon. Gather the guard and transport, and we'll be along." Sam's voice was commanding, strong. She fell into the role of officer easily, given her previous experience. Hawthorne nodded, as was off immediately. The gate guard remained in repose, and gave her a rueful look when she raised her eyebrow to him. Then again, some authority would have to be built over time. She turned on her heel, back to the dance floor. However, when she arrived back, she realized to her horror that the princess was gone. A second, frantic glance across the floor confirmed it, and she knew that Amelie was not safe. Thoughts ran through her mind. Could it be the traitorous nobles? Or worse? Calming herself, she knew she had to act. However, raising an alarm here would cause a panic and a scandal, so she would have to move quietly...And quickly. She'd been gone only for a few minutes, so she knew that the Princess could not have gone far. The best plan of action would be to track down the boy first. That task, she found, would be easier than she'd have hoped. Amongst the nobles and their protectors was the captain of the Northcrest guard, drunk as he would be when back home. Striding briskly, and acting casually, she approached the inebriated man, who was regaling a few young guardsmen with a ribald tale of some false nature. "And then, when I...Afffter I rescued her, she of course, hash to pay me back. Shpecial like," Felken, Guard Captain of Northcrest, said, with a shit-eating grin on his face. When he saw Sam, the grin grew even wider. "Well, of all the hells there are! If'n it ain't Slender Sam? Wuz this now...You with the *Royal* Guard?" "No time, Fel. Where's the boy?" "Wot boy, girly girl?" Felken reached his knobby hand toward her breast, and she swatted it away. He barely seemed to notice. Hadn't changed a bit in five years. "You know, Fel. Isaac." Her voice was contained, but the heat behind it radiated from her. Fel's eyes furrowed for a second, but then he shrugged. "Back behind th' Pavvy Tents. Got some young'un in tow. 'Sowin his seed' and all that!" Felken laugh a ribald laugh, but Sam was already gone before the man had stopped chuckling. The last thing she needed was some two bit nobleman of HER county violating the heir to the throne of Nortmund. The Pavilon Tents lined the northern edge of the Green where the festival was taking place. It was quite quiet, as most of the people were at the dance floor. Occasionally a servant would come running about, but would disappear just as quickly. She felt no compunction any longer to play the part of an unafraid Guardian, and drew apart the wrapping to her sword, baring its cold steel to the night. Grasping it in her sword hand, she gliding silently amongst the darkened tents, listening for sound. A muffled shout was all that she needed. Tents of red and green, purple and gold. But only one of green and white, the colors of Northcrest. And that's where she heard Amelie's voice. Caution held her pace steady however, and she approached it carefully. The flap was hanging loosely, and a lamp light illuminated the edges. Voices could be heard within. "Oh, dearest Princess, your reputation is well known. Such a..." The sound of a slap rang out, along with a squeal. "Tease." As Sam crept closer, and pulled the flap back, she saw the young Gregory, and two men-at-arms, both engrossed with the visage of Amelie before them. "You can't do this, Gregory. My father will have your *head*!" "He'll do no such thing. To lose such a valuable bargaining chip in the negotiations with the war? My father influence is strong, and that makes me untouchable. Besides, what worth is a daughter with no maidenhead?" Snapping his fingers, one of the men moved forward, pinning the girl against a large crate. Her beautiful body was outlined in the dim torchlight, and hear eyes almost glowed with fear. "But if I take that maidenhead, it could bring our families closer together, yes? Just think of it as 'helping' the King. Now, let's get a closer look at the goods, shall we?" Samantha could feel the sinister smile on Isaac's face, and the boy threw Amelie's dress up. "What's this now? Did the Princess have an accident in her skivvies? You are a dirty bitch, aren't you? I'll teach you the meaning of good ettiquette." With that, he reached out to her dress to rip it off. Amelie's soaked panties darkened anew with urine as her fear got the better of her. Sam knew the time was now. "Touch her, and you'll never touch anything with that hand again, Gregory." Sam's voice was cold and sharp, icy as the blade in her hand. Spinning around, with a thrill of terror on his face, Isaac stared at her and, realizing she was alone, regained his smug smile. "Ah, the Guardian comes to save the day. But too little, too late, too few. It will be sad when I have to report that a traitor amongst the Guard itself tried to ruin our courtship. Kill her." Sam's face was unchanging, as the men-at-arms drew their swords. They were heavy, meant for the battlefield. Dangerous and deadly weapons, but no match for an agile fencer. They had some measure of skill though, approaching her at flank. Even ill-equipped and experienced, two opponents were a serious danger. Sam had to take the initiative. Waiting for them to begin closing up, Sam rushed the man in front, deflecting his heavy blow with ease and sliding right past him, just in time to miss the thrust from the second man behind. As the first spun around to meet her, she let him run himself through on her blade. She was surprised with how easily it sliced through flesh and sinew, allowing her time to bring the sword up and around to knock away the swing of the second man. Realizing he no longer had the tactical advantage, he instead circled, as Sam followed. It was only a few seconds before Sam gave a light swing, anticipating the riposte and spinning around, slicing the man's arm clean off. In shock, he tried to scream, but only a strangled croak came out, before he fell to the ground, groping for his lost arm. The first man already lay still, cut from stomach to shoulder. Isaac looked at her with horror as she shook the blood from his blade. Her steps came like thunder as she raised her sword one more time to strike. "Sam, no!" Amelie held up her arm, and the command resonated through Sam, her sword arm held in stasis, her eyes burning a hole through Isaac. "We cannot be associated with the murder of a noble, no matter how...Repugnant." Isaac stood, staring at Sam's sword, his mouth agape. "He won't speak of this. It would destroy him and his father were it to become public knowledge. Instead, you will return to Northcrest and remain their for your days, won't you Gregory?" The boy nodded, just barely, terror outlined in his eyes. "Good then. Come Guardian, we must leave before we are seen." The Princess grabbed Sam's hand, leading her from the tent and through the maze of the others, before stopping suddenly, and embracing Sam deeply. "Thank you...Thank you so much Sam. I was so afraid." Tears were in the Princess' eyes. "Of course, your Highness. Of course. Are you alright?" Sam held the girl close for a moment before she moved away. "Please...You will call me Amelie, Sam. You deserve it. And yes, I'm fine. He didn't touch me at all, though I'm sure he meant to. We need to - ugh." The girl suddenly bent over, holding her ass tightly. "Mmmm...I can barely hold on Sam. I need to poop so badly, and this didn't help at all. We need to get back." As if to mark the point, the girl farted loudly. Sam saw the outline of the girl's delicious ass through the fabric of her dress, and could barely keep herself back. "Of course, your highness. I've already arranged for the carriage back." Sam could use a break herself. It had been some time since she had released her own water, and combat always made her need worse. "Mmph...Good. Lets go." The Princess led the way, and they wandered their way through the tents toward the edge, where the lights of the festival twinkled merrily still. Amelie stopped suddenly, and gasped. "Oh no! It's going to come out!" The princess bent her knees slightly. "Sam, please! You must help me hold it!" Amelie begged. Sam quickly strode behind her and slid a hand under the girl's dress, feeling her tight ass. She put her hand on the girl's panties, and pressed up against her anus, which was puckering with a barely held log. "Got to poop so badly..." Amelie mumbled. Finally, Sam felt the turd slide back, and Amelie relaxed somewhat. "Thank the gods. But we *must* hurry." They crossed the Green quickly, and made their way through the mingling crowds. Soon, they came upon the carriage, where Hawthorne stood, ready. "Home, Sergeant." Amelie commanded, tersely. "Of course, your Highness." Hawthorne snapped a salute and went to the head of the group immediately. Sam opened the door for Amelie, who climbed in quicker than lightning. Sam followed, to find the girl desperately holding her behind. "Quick! Close the door! I can't hold it any longer!" Sam did so, as the carriage rode off, and Amelie kneeled down against the bench, raising her dress, and then giving a smoky glance toward Sam. "Guardian, I'm afraid my ordeal has fatigued me so. I just cannot hold it any longer. I'm going to have an accident..." Sam knelt as well, mesmerized again by the Princess. Her delicious ass hung in the air, clad by a slightly damp pair of orange panties. The lace around the edges only seemed to accentuate Amelie's natural curves. Suddenly though, the girl tensed, and she saw her cheeks spread. The smell of feminine poo filled the air as Amelie farted one more time, a quiet, sneaky one, and then a tiny bump appeared at her bottom. "Mmmph..." Amelie's face was one of concetration and ecstacy. She bore down, and the bump began to grow as the thick, firm log of poo slid out into the girl's panties. She grunted, and it grew even more, to the size of a large ball, and then a wet fart came out, sputtering from the confines of her soiled underwear. "Oh gods," she said, "I'm pooping myself like a child. I just can't hold it. It's so big." Sam agreed. Her hand, moving on its own, reached for the Princess' bottom, feeling the bulge, it warmth and softness. Suddenly, the girl let loose with another fart, and she bore down again, expelling more poo into her loaded panties. "I can't stop it, Sam." "You don't have to, Amelie..." The poop continued to come out for a few second more, pushing the limits of the girl's panties. As if waiting for the cue of her finishing, Amelie's bladder released again as well, pouring liquid gold onto the wooden floor of the carriage. A soft patter accompanied it. It caused a similar, desperate twinge in Sam's bladder, and she felt a spurt dampen her own leggings. Sam's arousal grew almost exponentially, and her hand moved on its own volition, sliding along Amelie's pussy, eliciting a gasp from the girl. "Oh *gods* that feels good." Amelie's breath came hard, in gasps, and before Sam could stop herself, her hand slid past the girl's wet panty crotch and began massaging her clit. Amelie grinded herself against Sam's hand, and in no time was shuddering with an orgasm. She fell to the carriage floor, holding herself with her arms on the bench. Her butt made a squelching sound as it hit the floor. Some time passed, neither saying a thing. The combined growing desperation and arousal in Sam made her hold her own crotch. Amelie didn't seem to notice, lost in her own world. Finally, Amelie spoke up. "Oh dear. I've had a terrible accident in my panties. I *am* such a dirty girl, aren't I?" The Princess giggled. Then, seeing Sam's plight, she said: "Oh dear, I have barely let my guardian have the time to take care of her needs. What a terrible mistress I am. Here, let me help you." Before Sam could react, Amelie was on top of her, fiddling with the straps of her pants, revealing her leggings and underwraps, already damp with her own pee. She moved deftly, but then 'accidentally' pressed against Sam's bladder, making her lose another spurt, this time soaking her underwraps. The golden trickle ran under her ass, warming it. She could barely hold on, and squirted again, for longer. A soft hissing sound filled the carriage as pee soaked her wraps and leggings, going on for seconds before Sam could get her bladder under control. "Oops! I'm sorry, Sam. Let's get those off." She undid them easily, revealing Sam's shaven pussy. It made her more comfortable on the hot days, and she like how she looked with it trimmed. Amelie regarded it admirably. "You must need to go so badly. Am I right?" Sam nodded. "So badly, your Highness. I've been holding it all day." The Princess nodded, but then did something unexpected. She leaned down, and began licking Sam's pussy. The feeling was ungodly, and Amelie was a natural at it. Her juices oozed from her crotch, and the Princess lapped it up. Pausing for a moment, she said, "That feels better, doesn't it? We'll make you feel all better." Before Sam could respond, she dived back in, and Sam's words were turned into moans. Her bladder was at the limit, but she tried to hold on - she could pee in the Princess' face! But as Amelie continued, her need grew greater. Only the continued ministrations of the girl allowed her to hold back. But she could feel the orgasm coming, and when it did, there would be no holding back the flood. "Please, Princess, I need to pee soo badly. I won't be able to hold it, if I come..." Amelie only responded by going harder, sending Sam over the deep end. The orgasm was so sudden, so powerful, that it took the breath from her and nearly caused her to pass out. Waves of pleasure racked her, and it was all she could do to keep from screaming in ecstacy. The floodgates fell open though, and a cascade of pee fell into Amelie's waiting mouth, where she drank greedily, still sucking Sam's secret place. The relief was so great, releasing herself into Amelie's mouth, that the orgasm continued for as long as she peed, until finally she slowed, and fell back against the carraige, completely spent. Amelie climb up on her, straddling her, and kissing her deeply. Her shit-filled panties rubbed against Sam's pussy, eliciting another wave of pleasure. And, as a final gift, Amelie released her last bit of pent up urine, the golden liquid running down into Sam's pussy, wetting it and warming it. When their lips released, Amelie smiled at her. It was mischievous, and alluring. It was too much. "Not bad for a first day, hmm?" Three months had passed since the incident at the Harvest Festival, and still Samantha felt like she was constantly on her guard. She couldn't be sure whether the princess' brief kidnapping was one foolish drunken mistake or a political move, but she didn't want to risk it again. Sadly, it had left little time to indulge this new aspect of herself, one unleashed by Amelie's delightful body. The colder months meant heavier clothes and longer stays inside of the castle, where prying eyes kept them from their play. Still, every once in awhile they managed to sneak away for some fun. Today, however, was all business. The Princess' father was holding court, addressing the problems that were arising through the winter. Namely, mercenaries that had failed to find employment or warmer climes. Stuck in the northern lands, they had turned to raiding and banditry in order to survive this unusually harsh winter. The gentry of these varying counties were now turning to the king, and his currently idle soldiers, for support. Samantha wasn't sure what choice she'd make. From a military stand-point, soldiers need to be at use, else they grow bored, restless, and hostile. And the closer to home they are, the happier they'll be. Still, even in the dead of winter, it wasn't an impossibility that a full-scale incursion could happen. However, three months hovering around the Court gave her the gut feeling that the timing of these complaints, if not the raids themselves, was too off. She left the judgment to Amelie, however, as another feeling in her gut told her that her bowels were full. It had been a few days since she had last gone, and the thought of later made her blood pulse a little. She wore a Winter Guard robe, white with a red sash. It was supported with soft leather, providing some protection and better warmth. Under it, her underwear was a soft white cotton that caressed her perfectly toned ass as she walked. Next to her, walking in step with Samantha, Amelie was dressed in a gray, fur-lined dress with red trimmings. It was conservative for her style, but also a gift from her favorite uncle, who was in the court today, so she decided on wearing it. Her panties, Samantha had noticed, were a rich silk the color of purple. She had noticed that the girl had begun to blossom into womanhood, reaching her first lunar phase a month and a half ago. In eager fashion, she soon demanded Samantha teach her how to wrap her breasts, which her Guard was only too happy to do. The cotton wrapping peeked just barely above the back of the dress. “It's a precarious time. My father must show his support for the nobility, especially now, during the hard times. But it is no coincidence that these requests arise now, especially from the southern districts...” The Princess' hair was curled today, falling in bangs across her perfect face. She gave Samantha a slight smile as she talked, one that was undoubtedly meant to be hidden, but still caught by her ever-watchful guardian. “He'll offer help. But I suspect that he'll do it in a way unexpected. If I know him, he'll offer an “amnesty” to the mercenary companies.” “It's a bold move. Good gold can sway most mercenaries. Those that accept will get a free trip to the frozen front, and a ticket for some conscript to see his family. Or maybe use those mercenaries to hunt down the other bandits.” Amelie seemed delighted at Samantha's insights, commenting that she'd fit right in with the scheming nobility, something that gave Sam a slight flutter of dread. “Don't worry, you'd stand out like a sore thumb anyway. Too much integrity. My father does like you though. My mother too. I wanted it to be a bit of a surprise, but he intends to honor you with a rank today.” Samantha smiled back and feigned surprise. She'd found out through the Sergeant under her charge, Hawthorne, a week previous. The man was reliable to a fault, but you could only tell him things that you wanted the front lines to know about within a day. “Don't worry though, you'll still be my guard. Just with a little more authority to back you up. And it'll give my father and mother reason to have a proper conversation with you. They're nice people you know. Despite my occasional comments.” Amelie smiled. “You make them sound as if you were bringing me home as a suitor.” “Would that I could,” she said, grinning evilly. An alcove came upon them and the Princess, as at home as she was, ducked into it before Sam even had any idea of what was going on, before being dragged into it herself. A large statue of a hulking warrior blocked any view of them from the main hall. In a giggling whisper, the Princess grabbed Samantha's breast, immediately hardening the nipples, cooing to her: “I've been so...So uncontrollable with my urges for you. Wanting you, to touch, to be touched. To have your hand here.” She guided Sam's hand to the Princess' nether regions, where Samantha massaged the girl softly, eliciting an equally soft moan. This continued for some few seconds before she herself could barely contain her desire, and slid her hand to the break in Amelie's dress, reaching into those delicious purple panties. The girl's forbidden place was warm and soft, engorged and slick with lust, and Sam wasted no time in sliding a finger inside the girl. It was only a minute, maybe two - time was hard to keep track of – before the girl was gripping Sam like a vice, grinding against the hand, before suddenly tensing and biting (painfully) into the Guard's shoulder as she came. And as she did, a warm wetness enveloped Samantha's hand as golden liquid cascaded from the girl's pussy, soaking those purple panties and running down her smooth, pale legs. Rivulets reached down into the fur-lined boots, immediately hidden and soaked up. Made for snow, a little golden rain would do little to hurt them. However, the patter of urine hitting the stone floor made Sam a little worried that someone might hear, though a quick look back showed that noone was in the hall, miraculously enough. Turning back, the Princess was just coming out of the throes of passion. A blush had enveloped her face, and pee continued to pour from her soaked panties. She must've been holding herself up from sheer for of will alone. And holding very, very tightly to the stone wall. The hungry look that she was giving Sam said that her own body was not safe, but she knew that they would be late if they did not hurry. And in any case, her need to poop was growing, and she didn't need her muscles spasming for any reason. Before the Princess could sink her lips onto Samantha's pussy, she drew her away with a deep kiss, before checking for an empty hallway, and hurrying them along. As they approached the central chambers, the petite orchestra was still playing, ensuring that they were, thankfully, not late. The guard admitted them, and they found themselves surrounded with the gentry of the kingdom. Differing styles, differing cultures – they could each be found within the Royal Court. After all, the unified kingdom was relatively young in comparison to the lordships of the counties. The ceremonies were just beginning, and the nobility filed themselves about, seeking seats according to rank and privilege. Amelie briefly greeted varying nobles as she passed, while Samantha followed in the wake of the royal princess. She took her place amongst the head of the honor guard, accompanied by the other members of the official Royal Guard. Each of the Royal Guard stood out from the rank and file near them. Depending on their charge and their care, their finery reflected their assignment and needs, as well as their own personal styles. There was, of course, Veridis, in all his glory. But the others she had come to know and chat with: Guardian Johan, commander of the South Watch, dressed in a light, white robe emblazoned with the royal symbol. A spear was strapped to his back, the spear that had single-handedly protected Lord Robert de'Conne when traitors attempted to assassinate him. Johan was grim, cold and always serious. Still, Samantha had come to know that he could be charming, if he so chose. He just never so chose. On the other side of fashion and personality was Guardian Griffiths, the Lord Calvary Commander. Armed with a curious combination of a shielded glaive, he taught himself to ride at an early age, and to fight soon after, when the war had first begun. His cunning was said to be matched only by his kindness. Garbed in a pearled ceremonial scale vest and white silken vestments, he was second only to Veridis, and his loyalties rumored to be held first to the people under his care. There were others, of course, but Samantha was distracted. A few days worth of poop pressed painfully against her anus, threatening to cause a disgrace in the woman's wrapped, white cotton panties. With a supreme effort, she managed to fight the cramp off, just as the King began his sermon and service. Nortmund combined the religious and ministerial aspects of government into a single entity within the royal family. After all, as the King is believed to be descended from divine heritage, so too are his sermons thought to be divinely inspired. However, at the moment his words flowed past her like so much the sounds of nature. Nature, instead, was calling her urgently, a fact that the princess had most certainly picked up on. During the speech, the guard was turned outward, toward the audience, as a precautionary method. But after the speech, she turned to see Amelie staring at her. From the distance, she looking nothing less than a beautiful, young woman. The only aspect that marred the image was the predatory hunger that lusted through the princess' eyes, as she ate up Sam's desperation. And indeed, it was getting worse. As the minutes wore on, so too did the cramps get worse. Each time, it became harder and harder to keep herself closed up, much less keep her composure. The crowd, for their part, were enthralled (Or at least pretending to be) by the King, and so ignored the “servant guard”. For that, she was thankful, but the situation was becoming more dire. Just then, the white noise of the King's voice came to an end, and for one brief moment, she thought that her necessity as an honor guard would be at an end. No such luck. “Guardian Samantha of Nortmund, stand forward, and receive the blessing of prestige and promotion.” That was the queen's voice cutting to her. The Queen, although Amelie would be loathe to admit, was not merely a figure position within the royal family. Most, if not all of the secondary administrative duties fell to her, and as such, she played a critical part in the ministration of the kingdom. Still, she was second to the King, an idea that made Amelie, and Sam too, chafe. Her announcement continued, and Sam realized with a shock that she had entirely forgotten about the improvement of her rank. She saluted the Queen, and strode to toward the dais where the royal family sat, just as a cramp bore down on her again. She nearly gasped in pain, as her anus puckered out, refusing to close. Sam cursed her fate at being the first of the ceremony for such an honor. It was, indeed, a great honor to be chosen as the first (Or so she'd been told before), but there were more pressing things on her mind. And body. She removed her weapon and laid it behind her, causing her hole to open even more as she bent over. Try as she might, she could barely hold back the days' worth of poo that was about to exit. Kneeling down before the King and Queen was even worse, and a small log pushed its way into her underwrappings, a precursor of what was to come. In the background, the Princess Amelie was barely able to contain her own lust, watching her Guardian so desperate, and she surreptitiously she slid her legs together and back and forth, squeezing her thighs as she tried to massage her forbidden spot. Next to her, the Queen rose, with a sash in hand. Unlike the one she wore currently, this was embroidered with marks of rank in silvery weave and base gemstones, denoting a Knight Bachelor of the Guardians. Truly, an honor, it was acceptance into the royal family itself, albeit as a low noble. Even with her desperation, seeing it made her eyes glitter with wonder. She would be the first of her family to hold any sort of nobility. And she couldn't help but wonder who... Another cramp made her breath catch in her throat. Only the Queen noticed, and her face made no movement, but Sam could see in the woman's eyes recognition...And something else too. All thought, though, were blasted away, and the Queen's speech as well, as the cramp became worse, and Sam began to lose control. Her toned ass separated again, widening as her anus puckered up. A long, thick, firm turd slid out, tenting the woman's underwear, making it bulge. It broke off, but was immediately followed by another, slightly smaller, and then another. Kneeling there, she was thankful for her robe, else anyone would've been able to see her wraps bulge out with poo, and turn a faint brown. With a supreme effort, she was able to close her hole, but much more was wanting to get out. She felt like her wrappings could barely contain what was already there, and she dare not lose anymore. Else, her disgrace would be public. Her problem was compounded by a sudden need to pee, spurred on by her brief loss of control. Thankfully, the Queen was finishing with her speech, and turned back to Sam. Each step was slow, and graceful, and each of those drawn out moments made her desperation worse. As protocol dictated, Sam removed her sash, and held it for the Queen's taking. In its place, her new one, decorated with rank was placed in her hands. She fastened it to herself, and at the Queen's beckoning, arose, to the entirety of the Guard saluting her. With a roar they raised their weapons into the air, and the nobility itself was then clapping, though in a more conservative manner than the warriors. It was an indescribable feeling, to her so many giving her such respect. She felt warm inside, shocked, almost. Then she realized that warmth wasn't just the overwhelming honor, but pee as well, that had escaped her bladder, and was spurting out down her leg ever so slightly. She clamped herself shut, but knew that time was running out. They wouldn't stop the salute, though, and the Queen moved next to her, waving to them, adding strength to the din. With horror, and before Sam could do anything, she felt the woman's hand glide down to Sam's ass, and feel the bulge that was there. But there was no recoil of horror. No outburst of disgust. The Queen gave her a sidelong glance, and then completed the ceremony with a kiss to each cheek, staring into Samantha's eyes. So close, Sam realized where Amelie got her beauty from. The Queen herself was stunning, in a more mature way. But then, she was gone, turning back to her seat. As part of the honor, Sam would be attending the royal family's private dinner, which would allow her to get to know her charges better. For the time being though, she was trapped to stand again. Thankfully, her waste had no odor. But with both her water and waste still pressing at both doors, she could only pray it did not take much longer. How she lasted as long as she did she could only guess, and she attributed it partially to the grace of God. She was the only promotion of the ceremony, and so the rest went to court business, of which there was little in this month. The announcements took the most time, and Sam squirted twice into her underwraps again, and let more than a few farts silently go. It finally ended, however, and the courtiers stood, to chat and converse a little longer before leaving. Sam was finally free to go, and so she did. She knew she wouldn't make it to a privy, but she hoped she could at least make it to a secluded hallway to finish her disgrace. Dodging the courtiers proved a problem though. It seemed that every other one of them wanted to stop and congratulate her, and perhaps curry some favor. She thanked them all, but said that she had martial business to attend to, but to send word later so that they might have more time to discuss matters. Or something to that effect. She only made it about halfway before she started losing control again. Her anus began to open up again, and another log threatened to push its way out into her overcrowded panties. A few more steps, and then golden liquid spurted out from her pussy, gliding down her concealed legs. With her hole already stretched wide, holding her pee was even harder, and she couldn't stop the slow trickle. Almost to the door, she began peeing in earnest, spurting uncontrollably into her panties. As long as she kept moving, noone would notice her accident in the crowded floor, but her control was quickly slipping away, and her stream growing heavier. She took smaller steps to try and keep any pee from soaking her dress, as rivulets streamed down her muscular legs. She stepped into the hallway, and rounded away from the exiting courtiers, deeper into the castle, toward the royal chambers. Ducking into an alcove, she gave up any pretense of control. What little pee was left within her cascaded out, and poo slid out of her easily, piling into her panties until, with no room left, falling to the floor with dull thuds. The relief was almost orgasmic, and the entire situation had her almost demonic with lust. As her body expelled the last of its waste, she tried to survey the damage. Her robe was, thankfully, fairly dry. Being heavy as it was, it wouldn't show much wetness anyway. Her underwraps were a disaster though, full of poo. Carefully, she untied the knots holding it together, and let them drop to the ground. Best to let a servant think some noble disgraced themselves. Her pussy was on fire however, and she resolved to get back to her quarters for some much needed relief of a different sort. However, when she turned around, she found herself face to face with Rosalia Gregorian, Queen of Nortmund. Her face was impassive, her eyes betraying no thought, not even a hint of what she might've seen. “You look to be in distress, Lady Samantha. May I offer you some assistance?” Chapter 4 A fancy dress is...Perhaps...One of the most difficult things to move in. This, Samantha had decided the first time she'd actually put one on. Even plate armor, heavy as it was, would be actually designed and tailored to its wearer. Interlocking plates, padding on the inside. Perhaps not the most comfortable outfit ever. But you can move in it. Whalebone compressed her lungs until she could scarce breathe, and layers of petticoats threatened to catch up her legs with every step. She was, however, a lady. And ladies, apparently, subjected themselves to crude torture on a regular basis. Sam mused that the reason must be as a sacrifice for living longer than the male counterparts. Shifting her legs again, she would have preferred death at the moment. Across from her sat the Queen of Nortmund, Rosalia Gregorian. Rose, to Sam. They sat in a library, currently being tended to by the Archivists. The robed men mulled about, checking and reordering books, inserting new volumes, removing others. Poring over data. Aside from the nobility, the Archivists were amongst the few in the realm who were literate. It was not always as such. Before the Libraries – not the comparatively small one that resided in the southern wing of the Palace; rather, true centers of knowledge and learning – were burned after the fall of the First Kingdoms, most people across what is now Nortmund and beyond could read. Could write. There were stories and culture found within the books. Theatre writings and such. “You could intimately understand the people and their works from these dramas.” said the monarch, noticing Samantha's eyes glancing about. The Queen, in her own regalia, was graceful even in the ridiculous dresses expected of the female nobility. She spoke with a cool, utterly confident tone, though it was still friendly, comforting. “Explorations of the mind. The soul. The body.” The emphasis, though almost non-existent, spoke volumes. Enough to fill a portion of the library, even. As if she had commanded it, the Archivists began filing out, speaking quietly to themselves. They were a reclusive group, though friendly enough. Their knowledge though, and their practices, made them stand out. They understood the workings of the mind, both literally and metaphorically, better than almost anyone. Definitely Sam. Perhaps even the nobility. As the last of them left, they closed the door behind them, leaving an utter silence, save for the blowing of the winter wind and the crackle in the fire. The Queen stood, smiling at the Guardian. There was a trace of stiffness to her, the regal bearing that she carried. “I'd been meaning to ask you: How has the burden of tithe and title been treating you?” Sam took another sip for the mulled wine, its heat permeating her body. “Well, much the same really. I mean, it was mostly just an honor of ranking, wasn't it?” “Yes, though it more or less formally inducts you into the Royal Family. Extended, of course. Many of the Guardians who acquit themselves well find a place there. If you were to ever bear children, or leave a legacy of such a nature, the honors of Privilege would guarantee their place. It also makes you more suitable for the social exhibitions amongst the nobility as well. Amelie really likes you, you know. She says you have a shrewd mind.” The Queen walked about the library, pacing slowly. “I serve as best I am able, my Queen.” Sam felt a twinge in her bladder. She hoped this wouldn't last too long, as it would do no good to have a repeat of the last week. “Though I must admit, the field of battle is somewhat more comfortable than that of Court.” Rose smiled at her. “One you should learn, however. My dear daughter has a great ordeal ahead of her in life, and she needs someone to protect her, not only from physical dangers, but from those posed by a dangerous word, or a cold rumor. She needs someone there to advise her, but the few “Ladies” who would be of any use to her are as untrustworthy as they are clever. And, of course, avoiding suitors like the plague, as she does, there is little chance of her falling into subservience anytime soon. Besides, she is a fine judge of character.” The woman stopped near the fire briefly. “And she likes you.” Samantha was glad that she was turned away from the Queen, as her blush would have made things awkward. She discreetly pressed her legs together, grimacing at her body's desire for relief. “Yes, well...She is a pleasure to serve as well. Your daughter is both beautiful and cunning. It is a honor to be of use to her.” “Indeed. Your ranking will help to protect her social health as well as her physical. The mind as well as the body. Of course, this all depends on a few things. You have potential, yes.” The Queen leaned against the chair closest to the fireplace, her shadow dancing across the floor toward Sam. “But the quality of your character is something that requires better understanding. And so my husband and I decided that we would each get to know you. He greatly desires a new mind to bounce tactics and war off of as it is. It, sadly, occupies much of his time these months, as it must.” “For myself though...Well...How are you feeling?” “Well, my liege, of course.” Sam wondered at the question and sudden change of pace. “Are you? You know, you remind me a little bit of a dear friend I had when I was a bit younger...” The story soon spiraled out, and both Samantha and the Queen conversed, chatting, exchanging stories, jokes. A servant entered and added more wood to the fire and left. The gray light outside had begun to fade into night. The Queen was witty and very beautiful. Amelie was thin, and would be her whole life, but the Queen had curves to her that few could match. Silky hair and flawless, pale skin, just barely touched with lines. Thalos, God of Wisdom and Serenity, left his feet at the corners of her eyes, a symptom of a lifetime of laughter. It was like seeing Amelie in 20 or 30 years. It was a comforting thought. “And so it goes with so many of my ladies. I deal as best I can though,” Rose said, smiling. “But how are you feeling, Guardian?” Sam's bladder was on fire, as was her body. Her pupils were practically blown, alive with lust, unfocused but omnipresent. She wasn't sure how much longer she would last, but time was definitely running out. “Well, though my duties will soon call for me. I would be more than happy to return shortly, after I have seen to them.” “Soon, dearest. It has been a distinct pleasure conversing with you. But I have one last question.” A surge in Samantha's bladder caused her to slam her legs together, barely keeping her urethra closed. “Of course, my Queen. Anything.” “How is my daughter?” “She's as happy as I can tell, my - “ “That's not what I mean, Lady Samantha. I've noticed that you shared certain...Predilections...That my daughter does.” Sam's heart slammed against her chest – no mean feat with her corset strangling her as it did – and she blushed furiously. Unbidden memories of the ceremonies a week earlier filled her mind: the helpless feeling as she lost control in the middle of the crowd, barely hidden by the heavy robes. And of course, the burned-in memory of the queen discovering her secret shame. And hiding it. Remembering the incident brought a sympathetic surge to her bladder, causing a spurt of golden liquid to escape her pussy, dampening the petticoats of her dress. “I...Ah...” “It's alright. No need to be ashamed.” “She...Is...She is wonderful, in...all...ways.” Sam's knees knocked together as she desperately held onto to her weakening bladder. The Queen took this silently for a moment. “And you enjoy her?” “Unbelievably so, my Queen.” Another wetness began to form, entirely unrelated to her desperation. Queen Rose smiled a secret smile. “But I must wonder,” she mused, tapping a slender finger to her cheek, “how much she enjoys you in return. It is my duty as her mother to ensure my daughter's happiness and success.” “What do you mean?” “Well, my dear Lady, I am in need of some assistance. You see, our conversations have been utterly entertaining. Enthralled, even. Yet...It has left little time to refresh myself.” “I think I can sympathize, my Queen.” A stray thought, an intuition at the back of Sam's mind began screaming its way to the fore. “And it has left me in such a state that I desperately require relief. In fact, I dare not move, for fear of losing all control.” It was impossible to see below the Queen's layers of dress, but Sam could easily imagine the Queen's legs rubbing together. Her breath opened up, and became a little heavier. “Of course, Your Highness. It would be an honor to serve you.” She slipped out of her seat, her bladder twinging painfully, and another spurt escaping into her petticoats. She reached the Queen and, carefully, gingerly examined the woman's dress. The Queen, for her part, stood rigidly still. Her control was amazing, though Samantha could tell she was reaching her limits. Slowly she began to remove a layer, revealing the petticoats of beneath. She gently touched the woman's corset, eliciting a brief gasp from the woman. And then went a layer of the petticoat, and another, leaving only the Queen's stockings, panties, corset and girdle. Her silhouette was beautifully illuminated in the shadow of the firelight, a tall hourglass. And her body was so warm. Sam couldn't help but touch her creamy skin. Her back... Her shoulders... Her thighs... And a magnificent ass, barely clad by the girdle, which Sam delicately removed. Each touch caused the older woman to twich, either in desperation or electric pleasure. “My Lady Samantha, I must beg that you hurry. I am at my last...Ohh.” A brief spurt of twinkling droplets graced the woman's thighs. And suddenly, Sam knew she could take no more. “I shall, mistress. But my own need is too great. Please, help me with my own clothes before I disgrace myself. Her own dress was less complex, but even as the Queen acquiesced, she moved much slower, and stiffer, than Sam had. Another spurt wet her own panties, and the Guardian could feel her control slipping. As the petticoat came off, she lost the last vestiges of her control, spurting again into her panties and again. “My Queen, I'm afraid it's too late...I can't hold it any longer...” She bent over slightly, as golden liquid rushed out of her forbidden place, pouring in a waterfall between her legs. And then she felt the Queen's hand there, massaging her pussy as the urine burst forth. The feeling was uncontrollably blissful, and soon she lost all touch with reality, lost in the feeling of the Queen controlling her ecstasy. Pee rushed out of her with a hiss, splattering the wood floor and running in rivulets down her legs. She barely noticed as a finger slipped into her soaking panties, and then another, slipping past her pee-soaked lips and fingering her rapidly. In short order, she was reduced to a shivering wreck as an orgasm wracked her. She sank into the warm, wet wooden floor, slowly regaining her wits. The Queen straddled her prone body, grinding her slightly. “I must admit, Lady Samantha, that you are quite...Enticing,” she punctuated the word with a pelvic thrust, moving the woman's hot crotch against Sam's legs. “Pleasure me. Make me glow in ecstasy, before I completely disgrace myself. I can't hold it in for much longer.” The Queen's voice went higher at the last, almost child-like. Practically in a trance, the Guardian obliged, slipping to her knees before grasping at the Queen, molesting her, caressing her. She bit into her neck, eliciting a gasp, and ran her hand through the woman's hair, reveling in its softness. But the real prize was the woman's hips and thighs, her perfectly shaped ass that that filled her hands so well. She ran her fingers inside the woman's legs, and she leaked again, a sprinkle of urine gracing the floor. When Samantha pressed lightly against the woman's stomach, she tensed and moaned, followed by a tiny fart. “Please,” gasped Rose, “I can barely hold it back...” In response, Sam moved down, and began to lick the woman through her dampened panties. The Queen bucked on her knees at the feeling, lost in it, yet tense with the effort of holding back. With a finger, she began massaging her clit, rubbing the bump, and the monarch began gasping. She was getting close, her tense muscles pulsing with a building orgasm. Rose grasped Samantha's head and held her there, pressing her mons into her face. Sam licked her hungrily, and then, Rose let out a low, almost predatory cry. Sam pulled away, still massaging the woman's clit, and the Queen fell to her knees, wracked with waves of pleasure. Her wonderful ass right in the Guardian's face, she got a perfect view as the last of the Queen's control slipped away. It began slowly – a dribble of gold erupting from the woman's crotch – that slowly grew, and grew, until a it hissed against the fabric of the Queen's panties. The Queen moaned uncontrollably, still caught up in her orgasm. Her ass tensed and flexed with each pulse, revealing her well-toned musculature. As the tail end of her orgasm spun out, she relaxed entirely, giving up any semblance of holding on. Another small fart escaped her, but then, her ass began to spread, and her hole pucker through her now soaked panties. A solid log began to emerge, tenting out her panties. As it ended, another burst of gas erupted, followed by more logs, pushing down her panties. The Queen, her face in her arms, moaned quietly as she soiled herself, “I'm having an accident, I just couldn't hold it in any more...I'm pooping my panties...” More poop forced its way out, squeezing out the sides of the woman's underwear. Her perfectly shaped ass gyrated slightly, hypnotizing Samantha as she watched the spectacle. Finally, after what seemed like an mind-numbingly erotic eternity, the woman's hole closed up, and the Queen sighed. She lifted her head just enough to mutter, “Ahh, that feels better.” Her load made an enormous bulge, a perfect contrast the woman's creamy skin. Her ass in the air, she practically beckoned for the guardian to take her once more. Sam, for her part, had all but lost her mind, and assaulted the Queen in a frenzy of lust. If this was her future...Well, she could deal with all the snobbish nobles in the world. Chapter 5: "Only strike when victory is assured. The farmer does not law low the wheat with half a stroke; thus the army does not law low their enemy with half their strength. If circumstance conspires against you, offer circumstance tea" - Military texts of Nortmund military legend Johannes Kilgore. The last sentence essentially translates to "wait out the enemy." "Madame, the news is grim," murmured Hawthorne, the sergeant of the royal train's detachment, brushed snow from his coat and cinched the tent's knots, closing the pale light out. The warm lamplight that replaced it featured the man's worried face. "Word has arrived that the 3rd Army from Hiidenburg routed two days ago. The Oslanders torched the entire city, burning a good portion of the 3rd alive. The rest have scattered. Guardian Griffiths rides, but his forces are at least several days from here." Wild, pale blonde locks of hair framed delicate yet hard face of the Knight Bachelor Samantha Greylily. She sat drinking Kafe, a mildly alcoholic stimulant from the east. The floral burn did little to stifle the chill she felt. Hiidenburg was only a few day's hard ride from Daschour, the royal family's destination. They had planned the journey for morale purposes. Things were hard in the fragile southern lands. The cold was brutal, the threat of Osland worse, and to top it off, the bandit problem had not been solved. It had been hoped that a visit from the royal family would ease some of the troubles. In Sam's opinion, it was far too risky an act for such a small gesture. And now, this. She sat forward, finishing off the Kafe in a gulp. "What are Veridis' orders?" "He is still in conference with the royal family. As per your instructions, I've already set the soldiers to striking the camp. We should be ready to go within the hour, or whenever they finish and their tent can be broken down. He has requested your presence as soon as possible." The journey was coming to an abrupt end, now that the Oslanders stalked the southern hinterland. It had only been a few weeks since her "run-in" with the Queen, and the days following it had been mostly business, with the planning of this trip. All for naught, apparently. The train would need to make for Nortmund quickly, else the Osland raiders would overtake the slow-moving caravan. "Tell him I'll be there straight away," she said, pushing her chair back. He nodded and left as the Sam stood. Her winter furs fell open for a moment to reveal the pale, toned skin on her legs. The brutal cold and clouds had all but bleached the sun from her body, leaving her almost porcelain. She shrugged the robe off and revealed her fencer's body briefly. A hard, but comely woman, she was lithe but still curved, smooth yet dotted with thin scars years old. Shivering, she went to work putting on her leather pads. The armor had some metal rivets, but in the cruel winter, the only practical armor was primarily fur and leather. Most metal plates would freeze and shatter. Strapping her sword to her side and fastening her cloak, she made her way out into the sterile white light of the snowy morning. The cold made her bladder twinge mildly, but she was far too preoccupied to let it affect her. Making her way to the pavilion tent, the guards in front of it saluted, and let her pass. Inside sat the King with the Queen at a wooden table, alongside a stern, hardened man. Gin Veridis, First Captain of the Royal Guard. Gin leaned over the table, tracing a line along a cloth map. He was speaking quietly, and with the sound of the soldiers outside breaking the camp, Sam couldn't make out the words. As befitting her station, she awaited the call of her commander. And while she did, her eyes wandered. The royal pavilion was well appointed, though still a little spartan for the road. Rugs lined the boarded floor, and a small firepit heated, the smoke and vapor escaping into a hole built into the top. As her eye traveled, she noticed off to the side, reading quietly, there was the red-haired goddess, the Princess Amelie. Her breath caught, and her body heat ticked up. The mere sight of the girl was nearly enough to set Sam aflame. Worst of all, the girl knew it. Though the girl made a pretense at continuing to read, a sly smile crept up her lips, and her eyes briefly flashed to the Guardian. The Princess was lounging in a silky dress - the tent being warm enough to wear normal clothing, and it clung to the young girl's body in a most insidious way. As she watched, the girl slid her leg down the divan she was laying on, parting the legs and allowing it to ride up, revealing dark blue stockings to milky thighs and eventually the girl's... "Sirrah Greylily, step forward." Gin's voice was even, but the command was implacable, and her mind immediately snapped to attention. Shaking off Amelie's lustful spell, Samantha moved to the table. "My liege," she said, bowing to the King, followed by "your Highness," and another bow. Finally, she saluted Veridis. "Captain, what do you require?" "I trust Hawthorne has alerted you to the situation?" he asked, not waiting for a response. "The decision has been made to make haste back to Nortmund. The Family shall be separated to reduce the risk of travel during the return, and we shall be leaving within the hour. The Queen will ride the carriage, while the King shall return with myself and the Guardians. The men will break the camp and return on their own time. They are aware of the risks, and happy to protect our liege. You," he said, pausing briefly, "shall ride with the Princess. First west, to Ferrus, then back north to home." "Why the split, sir? That seems dangerous." She shifted forward, looking at the map. Various markers had been placed down, and she realized as Gin responded how dire their situation was. "Aye, but it's a sight better than our alternative. As of this moment, we stand in the disputed territory of Nortmund and Osland. The barbarians march on this road as we speak, and we cannot risk the entire family being captured." She stood for a moment, and let the situation sink in, before taking a deep breath, and nodding. "So shall it be done. Anything else?" "One more thing. This," he said, pulling a discreet, plain wooden box from below the table, "Must reach Nortmund with the Princess. And the package must remain intact. It is an artefact. A dangerous one at that. I'm sure I don't need to go into details about proper care and handling of it, yes?" Her world tilted slightly, and she shied away from the box. Artefacts were occult tools, objects of cultists and witches. Why it was there was beyond her comprehension, and it was only her steel will that surpassed her trepidation, and took the package. "It...It shall be done, Captain. My liege, my life is Amelie's." His voice intoned gently, and she realized how rarely the King had ever spoken to her. Tension drew the words tight, but confidence radiated from him. "Of that, I am certain, Guardian. Go with the Gods, and we shall see you Home soon." The King nodded at her, and as quick as that, she was dismissed. Gin went back to discussing tactical details with her liege, and the box sat quietly on the edge of the table. Was it her imagination, or did it practically beckon her? She shook her head briefly, and set her mind to the task at hand. She collected the box and turned. Amelie was already up, with a heavy fur coat on, looking beautiful and mischievous and scared at the same time. She guessed that the princess had already been made aware before Sam had entered. As she made her way over, the girl spoke to her. "I've already taken the liberty of having horses and supplies set for us. The servants have already packed my things. As soon as you're ready, we can leave." Despite the gravitas of the situation, the Guardian had to admire Amelie's strength. There was no trembling or weakness for royalty. In the back of her head, the girl's figure etched itself into her mind. The flowing cloth beneath her coat almost accentuating the her forbidden places. "Would you care for some help getting things together?" Sam kept her face carefully neutral as she nodded, though she longed to touch her, if only for a moment. Instead, she moved to hold the flap of the tent open for the girl, and they left into the pale white light of day. Outside, Hawthorne awaited her. "Madame." "Sergeant. Take care of the Queen. If anyone can, it will be you." A thin line of emotion tinged her words. What was that? Fear? "Yes, Madame. I heard that you're riding for Ferrus, yes?" "It seems that way. Why?" "I know of a man there, in the event you find yourself in a need that can't be paid off with your crest. His name is Thatcher. Caldwell Thatcher. He's not exactly...Reputable. But he is loyal to the crown. Of a sorts." Hawthorne shifted uncomfortably. Sam knew what he meant - A rake of some sort. Ferrus was a made trade town; likely the man was a gambler or smuggler or so. "You might not be able to trust him with your purse, but I'd put even my own life in his hands, if it came down to it. I have hopes that you'll have the easiest journey of any of us. But there's been enough surprises today that I worry for that." "I appreciate the concern, but it won't be needed," she said with a confidence she didn't really feel. "We will be home in no time, and when we are, the first round's on me." He nodded, and saluted as they made their way back to her tent. As an officer of the court, she received her own private, albeit small, tent. That said, as she was used to traveling light, it still held plenty of room. Her small trunk was all that was there, aside from the cot. Amelie followed her in, and closed the flap behind her. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't worried, Samantha. This has never happened before, and I'm surprised we got caught like this." The Princess moved past her and sat on the bed, sliding her coat off. "It does seem a little odd. The entire trip, and then this happening. I wouldn't have thought that Gin would let the royalty out of the palace, let alone this far south." "My father practically had to drag him here kicking and screaming himself. He argued that fear in this time would cause more damage than any bodily harm that could be put upon him or the family. A harsh sentiment, though I do agree." "There won't be much of a kingdom to lead though if he d-" "Don't say that!" Amelie glared at her briefly, before standing and kneeling to open Sam's trunk, laying the Guardian's belongings on the cot. "I'm sorry. This has me on edge too." She took stepped next to the Princess, watching the girl go through her things. It wouldn't have been the first time, so she had no real qualms about it. "I'd been thinking about that a bit. Why don't we start our trip off with good feelings and good omens?" The girl looked over her shoulder with a sly look at the Guardian, while she stuck her hips out just slightly, causing the cloth of her dress to drape itself over her perfectly formed ass. "What do you mean - wait, here, now? We don't really...Oh gods. I've missed that" Amelie's thin hand snaked itself along the inside of Samantha's thighs. "We have a minute or two, at least. We'll have to keep it quiet and quick," said Amelie through an evil grin, "but that's nothing new." She pressed her ass against Sam's leg and crotch, causing her to moan quietly. In almost a whisper, the girl said, "Besides, I have to gooooo..." To accentuate it, she squeezed her thighs against the Guardian. Unable to help herself, the Guardian slid a hand against the girl's hip bone, pulling her against the woman. Before she realized what she was doing, the other hand had already snaked around the girl's chest, caressing her breast, moving up to her throat. A heavy draw of breath came from the girl, and she hiked her skirt up slowly, still mostly pressed against Sam. Creamy legs were exposed, followed by the girl's beautiful ass, practically glowing in the pale lanternlight. She noted that the girl wasn't wearing undergarments. Sam's mind wandered briefly at the girl's pantiless groin, resting on the pillows in the main tent. With her one hand holding the girl against her, the other slid down, ever so slowly, caressing each part of the Princess' skin, reveling in her soft pubic mound with its light fuzz. Her fingers felt the girl's pussy, and it was already slick. The merest touch was electric to Amelie, who gasped before sidling herself up, squatting down slightly. She held herself against the cot. Her forbidden places were on display, enticing the Guardian. She kneeled before her Princess, eyes glued to the scene before her. An innate sensuality caused the girl to rock her hips slightly, moving her ass slowly in a hypnotic circle. "I've had to go all morning, and haven't had a chance to release my water since I awoke. I almost couldn't hold it in the pavilion. I squirted a few times on the pillows. I don't think I can hold it any longer..." Sam was transfixed. The words from the girl echoed in her head, but her eyes were trapped on the visage in front of her. And just like that, she saw it happen. At first, a tiny trickle escaped her soft pussy lips. The girl tensed briefly, trying to hold it, and then a squirt, tracing its way down her thigh. All of a sudden, the floodgates opened, and she started peeing in earnest, the pale yellow liquid hissing in the quiet of the tent. The outside world fell away as the Guardian watched. Bewitched, her hand reached out, touching the girl's soft lips. And in response, unable to contain herself, the girl pressed herself against Sam's hand, still peeing. Oh gods...Touching her felt so good. How did it feel so good? She slid a finger inside the girl as her stream died down, and the girl pressed her body against Sam. Winding hands flailed against the Guardian's body, each touch electric, uncontrollable. It's been so long. How does it feel so... And then she heard it. A whisper-thin hum, like...Like nothing she'd ever heard before. Amelie, noticing Sam had paused, murmured half in curiosity and half in frustration, "Samantha, what's the matter?" "I...I'm not sure. Do you hear..." And then she pinpointed the sound. It was coming from the box. The artefact's box. Inside it, illuminated from the cracks in the lid, there was a deep-violet glow. "My lady, there is witchcraft afoot." --- At first, there was only the hum. A drone, a croon, a beckoning and a warning. Pale and severe, an elegant whip of strength and beauty, the Knight Bachelor Samantha Greylily stood transfixed as the box called to her. Beside her stood a picture of majestic beauty in bloom. The Princess Amelie Gregorian, heir to the throne of the kingdom known as Nortmund, leaned against the knight, taut in the echo of lust. Curls, golden and red, cascaded across the younger woman’s face. Her slender body held itself against the strength of her Guardian, her sex enveloping Samantha’s hand. A trail of golden liquid snaked down her thighs, the girl’s fragrant scent carrying through her urine. The moment felt frozen in time. What could only have been a few seconds stretched into eternity as Samantha’s awareness focused on and was lost in the deepening hum of the artefact a few feet away. A wooden box, latched but shaking, glowed violet in its cracks and hinges. Somehow, some way, Samantha knew it was responding to the Princess’s groan of pleasure. And despite a warning spoken aloud a lifetime ago, both women were moved like marionettes in a theater of action. Far away from her conscious thought, Samantha’s slender, calloused hand moved, slipping between Amelie’s thighs, sliding inside her, rewarding the Guardian with wide, hungry eyes and a guttural moan. In a voice that was Amelie’s yet not, she whispered, “Yess…sss……ss. Moooore.” And Samantha could do naught but obey her liege. Though her sane mind futilely cried out, Samantha pulled the other woman close, increasing the intensity of her fingers, feeling the girl’s slickness. Feeling her body pulling, her breath rhythmically increasing. Their eyes locked, drowned in lust and a kind of primal fear both, she brought the girl closer and closer. And the hum grew to be more, to envelop them as the background noise of the universe. And then the girl came. A sudden buckling, a squirt of the girl’s fluids soaking Samantha’s hands, and then…A pulse. The box lid clattered open, latch broken, and the artefact within pulsed brilliantly and deeply, vibrating their souls. Samantha’s vision bleached out in a rich purple hue, and she thought no more. Riding as a passenger in her own body, she watched the princess hungrily slide the knight’s leggings down, pressing her face against the woman’s thighs, kissing her way to Samantha’s forbidden place. The way she inhaled the knight’s scent was intoxicating for them both. The way the girl’s tongue touched the woman’s clit felt like electricity. The latter had to steady herself against the table as pleasure began to wrack her. A first orgasm hit her like a blow, and she grabbed the girl’s hair, pushing her deeper between her legs. The Princess was only too eager to grant more benedictions. It went on for an amount of time that could have been minutes, hours, or years. Finally, Samantha held the panting Amelie still for a moment, and finished the ritual. Her vulva’s lips, inches from the younger girl’s face, suddenly erupted as hot pee shot out of her. Suddenly desperate and unable to control herself, Samantha emptied her bladder violently into the girl’s face and mouth. Golden piss coursed out of her, and the girl swallowed it as though dying of thirst. The way it smelled on her felt so much like it was always meant to be. As Amelie drank, she snuck her hands into Samantha, both her vulva and ass, pulling the woman with her own body, until finally as the knight’s stream died down, a final, exultant orgasm rocked her, and she almost fell. The artefact’s glow retreated, and its hold over them lessened. The all-consuming drone and color left Samantha’s consciousness. She saw the same happen in Amelie’s eyes. After a moment, an eternity, the girl whispered, “What…What happened?” Still breathing heavily, the Guardian righted herself, gently pushing the Princess away. “I’m not sure. The artefact seemed to – Did you feel it too?” Her clothes soaked and skin flushed, Amelie nodded and stood. “It controlled us. But I still loved it. I loved you,” she whispered the last, fiercely, fearfully. “It’s okay, it’s okay. This was all okay.” She wasn’t sure how to process the girl’s confession of love, and instead focused on the artefact. She cupped her face and kissed it deeply, before rising and moving to the artefact’s container. Beneath the furred robes, Samantha’s pale, toned thighs glistened with wetness. “You should probably change for the journey ahead – it will be bitter beyond the tent.” “Ye…Yes,” murmured Amelie, a slight amount of disappointment and hurt flashing across her face. As the girl changed, Samantha retrieving from the box a slender, simple, golden rod. It appeared to be pure gold, at least as far as she could tell, and perfectly smooth. Hesitantly, she touched it, and was relieved when nothing happened. At least, nothing bad. As Samantha’s hand closed over the rod, she felt as though it knew her. Knew and…Approved? The Guardian didn’t know how that could be possible, yet she was certain of the knowledge. She slid the rod into a pocket within her vest, where it sat, heavy. She had a feeling it would always make itself known. From there, the two prepared in quiet for a long journey ahead. The road, Samantha knew, would be unknown and treacherous. She risked an occasional glance back at the girl, found herself embarrassed to see her eyes locked against hers. Could the girl tell? Could she tell that Samantha – despite the futility and forbidden fact of it – loved her too?
  24. Jacqi Lantern

    "What I Saw"-A RWBY Fic

    I am a Second year at Vale's one and only Huntsman/Huntress Academy, Beacon. I am also one of the biggest closeted perverts you will ever meet. Luckily, nobody has ever found out, I think I would have to go curl up and die if somebody did. See, I'm kinky like the body of an old pre-airship car. I like when women are embarrassed in public situations, it's some sick turn on for me. I also like when they're squatting or sitting down and their pants ride down and you can see that little strip of underwear, or butt crack. Oh, and I've kind of got a thing for feet too, but that doesn't really come up all that often. My biggest and most shameful secret fetish though is that I am obsessed with other girl's bathroom needs. Y'know, peeing and pooping? Gross right? Well that's what I like. From the moment they first need it to the the last moment of relief they get as they sit down and let it all out, it's all one big treat for me to see. I especially like it if they get really desperate for the toilet, and they're squirmers. You know, those girls that just can't sit still and bear it? That gotta let everyone and anyone know that they gotta go? Yeah, that gets me off, probably mostly because they're embarrassed too, and their squirming usually involves them shaking their asses. Now I would become a social pariah if anyone found this out, so I've been extra careful not to let anyone know. Even my teammates haven't found out yet and I LIVE with them. I can't say what team I'm a part of because it might get out and ruin all of our reps, but I guess you already know I'm a Second Year so take your pick I guess. There have been a couple instances this semester though that I thought my secret was going to get out. I don't know where Ozpin found these first years, but on three separate occasions, I got to live out a sexual fantasy the likes of which I thought I would never get to see. Since I'm never going to get to be able to talk about it with anyone, I figured I could at least share it on the internet where nobody's going to figure out I guess I'll start with the first one. Funnily enough, it happened the very first week back at school. Everyone had just started to settle back in and everything, hell, I hadn't even finished unpacking yet. Now, I'll be the first to admit I'm kind of nerdy. Like, there's a chair at the library that probably smells like my perfume with how often I'm using it. And all through last year, as far as I could tell, I was the only student like that. At least the only one that used it just for reading books, and not for playing card games like Duke does ?. But this year, for that first week, and every week after that now, there's been this other girl that's in there almost every day for at least a few hours after classes. She's a first year, kind of on the taller side, with long black hair and a really pale complexion. Slim, but I'll tell you she's got the cutest butt I've ever seen. Like, perfect shape, and toned, but with just enough of a jiggle to it that you can see it through her uniform skirt and just...ugh! I guess I'll stop describing her cause she probably wouldn't want to be recognized, but that's about as much as ya'll need to know about her looks. Anyway, she's really bookish, and by the end of the first week, I was noticing that she was always alone. I figured she was shy, so I was gonna be a good upperclassman and offer to be her friend. After all, we both like books, so we could bond over that. So i kind of stalked her for an evening on the third floor of Beacon's library, and waited until it was looking like she gonna leave. Once she headed for the elevator I kind of rushed in after her, looking like I was in a hurry so I could get in on the same lift. Nice girl. Held the door for me. So now we're in this enclosed space, and the first thing I notice is that she's actually taller than me, which is a little embarrassing, since I'm older. She's also shifting around on her feet a little bit, so i think at the time she's probably nervous. A reclusive girl like her probably doesn't like standing so close to other people. And I notice she's holding a copy of "Jane Ecru." I've read that! This is my in! At least, that's what I thought. Just as I was about to open my mouth, the elevator audibly hitched and grinding, knocking me off my feet and causing her to stumble to the wall. The light flickered and the elevator's buzzer started to go off like an alarm. My first thought was that the elevator was going to fall, and I let out an embarrassingly shrill scream. It was actually the first year girl that calmed me down by yelling at me that the elevator was just stuck from across the cramped box. Embarrassed, I cleared my now slightly-sore throat and leaned up to hit the emergency red button and then the door release button. No good. The doors were locked up, and the only response we got was a little red L.E.D that came on in the elevator with a label next to it reading "Call received." I remember grumbling about how such a state of the art school had such an old and crappy library/elevator, but I got no response from the other girl. In fact, she seemed pretty content to stay quiet and ignore most of my questions, scooching her way to the corner of the elevator and leaning into it, staring at her feet, while continuing to shift around. At this point I still thought she was just nervous. Since I didn't know how long we were going to be there, I whipped my Scroll out to first, tell my team where I was, and secondly, call the school library desk to make sure they knew we were hear. She said she did but they had to call the janitor back from home and it could be any amount of time before we get out. Apparently we were stuck between the second and first floor, so we weren't in danger even if it fell. We'd only fall a couple feet. That was reassuring at least, so I decided to relax and just sit on the floor to wait it out, going to play around on the scroll itself. My action seemed to remind the other girl that the school gave her a scroll to use and she too sent a message to her team, or it least it looked like it. The next half hour was pretty uneventful. I decided not to press things with the first year and just sat there playing a mobile game, still getting over my embarrassment for screaming like a baby at a falling elevator. But this is where the story starts to turn for the sexual, cause I notice her make a really sudden move out of the corner of my eye. Using my super-great huntress reflexes, I peer over to see that she had grabbed the front of her skirt when she thought I wasn't looking, crossing her ankles. My eyes widened and I spoke before I could stop myself. "Gotta pee?" That got her attention all right. First of all, she let go of her skirt and brought her hand behind her back, her cheeks lighting up and her eyes shooting me a nasty look. "No." Fair enough. But that reaction was all I needed. I now understood what was going on. This girl had to pee and she was trying to hide it from me. I was stuck in here with her and there was no telling how long we'd be here. I felt a shiver go up my spine at the thought, but I was equally as nervous, cause this would be the worst way for my secret to get out. Perving on some shy first year while she's in a vulnerable situation? Still, it was kind of exciting. There wasn't much I could do at that point, so I went back to playing my game. But I started to sneak looks over at her whenever I could. Unfortunately, she wasn't really the overly squirmy type, but now that I know, I could tell she had to go pretty bad. Whenever she thought I wasn't looking, she was sneaking a tug at her skirt's front or a little bounce in place, and she was standing with her ankles crossed, the foot in back tapping the tip of her shoe against the elevator floor. She would bite her lip in a way that got me feeling hot in a very comfy way... But then I noticed it was hot in a very uncomfy way too. Our combined body heat and the lack of air conditioning in the elevator had begun to heat the little box up it would seem. It wasn't unbearable or dangerous by any means, but I could see a little sheen of sweat appearing on her legs, and mine as well. I decided I would try to converse with her again... "Getting hot in here?" I joked. She didn't reply again. From that point, her state only seemed to get worse, as every little tell she was doing only got more frequent and less discreet. After about an hour and twenty minutes, she had her hand gently tugging down the front of her skirt at all times, as though she didn't care if I saw it anymore or not, and she was doing a little swaying dance in place, moving first from her stance with her crossed ankles, to two feet, where she rubbed her thighs together or would bounce a little bit, and move to the other foot, crossing her ankles again. Her breathing was a little more frantic, and her eyes stared at the doors longingly. I was in heaven right about now, so I couldn't have asked for a better experience, but after about ten minutes of this going on, I heard her give a little noise of surprise, like a squeak or a mewl. I didn't even try to hide my gaze this time. My head turned and I saw that she had her legs crossed and one hand gently pressing her skirt between her side, her other hand gripping her boot tightly to her chest while her upper body curled over a bit to keep balance. That was it. I knew what had happened all to well, and the knowledge of what had just transpired meant there were now two different wet patches on two different sets of panties in that elevator. I probably should have left well enough alone, after how she'd responded to me before, but I had to open my mouth again, openly staring at her now. "Hey, you okay?" I said. Of course, she quickly stamped her foot back down and uncrossed her legs, letting go of her crotch and glaring at me with a face as red as a christmas light. "Why don't you mind your own business!?" She snapped, her voice cracking in embarrassment. That was all the response I needed. I held my hands up in a mock surrender and turned back to my game, pretending that I wasn't having the time of my life. We were stuck in that elevator for another forty five minutes after that, and I wont lie, after about half that time I started to need to pee too, which was not helping the tension in the room by any means. The first year girl only had her state grow more frantic as time went on. After another ten minutes, she had to go back to having her legs crossed, and tugging at the front of her skirt. By now, the temperature in the little box had gotten high enough that I could see that her legs had a glisten of sweat to them, as did her neck and forehead, though that might have been from the red blush that had permanently stamped itself on her face. I was sweating too of course, mostly in my lower back and pits thought (Thank GAWD I kept my blazer on otherwise It'd have been super embarrassing for me too ?.) After twenty minutes she leaked again. And I know she leaked again, and that it was a pretty big leak, because I was looking when she suddenly winced, making another little mewl from her throat, and pressing her thighs together. And I saw, in the spot where the flesh of her thighs squished together, a bit of yellow tinted clear droplets falling to her knees and collecting there for a moment before soaking to her skin and disappearing among the glistening sweat. I swear I could have died and gone to heaven. I could just imagine the state she was in right now, her panties already soaked to the point of letting her leaks fall out down her legs. This complete stranger sitting right next to her, watching her nearing an accident. What I wouldn't have gave at that moment for a look up her skirt. Five minutes after that, she grabbed her crotch, and kept her hand there as she resumed dancing about in place. She was getting squirmier, and I knew her type quite well. They only started squirming when they were on the complete brink of an accident. It was their last resort. Now the question would be how squirmy would she get. Do I sound creepy? I feel like I sound really creepy. Anyway, she didn't seem to be checking whether I was looking anymore, which was good because my eyes were glued to her. The way her skirt swayed when she cocked her hips back and forth, the glistening liquid on her thighs. The burning blush on her face and the grimacing expression as she grabbed at her crotch through her skirt. I'd need to change my underwear when I got back home too, that's for sure. Now unfortunately, this story doesn't end with her wetting herself. I don't think I'd have been able to resist myself if she had (that's a joke, teehee.) She stayed that way for the next half hour, probably leaking a couple more times and getting a little more frantic with her dance. But finally, just when it seemed like I was going to get to sit here and watch this girl pee herself, the elevator made a whirring sound and rumbled a bit, before moving down yet again. I could swear I could see the light of god in her eyes as she stamped forward, bouncing and stamping her feet in front of the elevator door. Doing my best to swallow the lump in my throat, I got up from my spot on the floor, watching her squirming hips and frantic behavior. The doors open, and of course, she rushed right to the first floor girls room, not even stopping to address the librarian who was waiting for us. The woman looked at me, and all I could offer was a nervous chuckle and shrug. I asked if I was good to follow after the girl, since I knew the woman probably wanted to leave and go home, and when she nodded, I couldn't hurry to the bathroom fast enough. As soon as I swung that door open, my ears were graced with the sound of what sounded like a hose pouring liquid into a half full bucket. I felt my own face light up when I shuffled over to a stall of my own and chanced a look under the walls to see her. There she was, sitting two stalls away, with a pair of dark grey panties bunched up around one ankle, and I could see from where I was that they were completely soaked. She had leaked a lot, and it was heaven to imagine just how close she was to wetting herself. I stayed there and listened for a few moments, taking in the sound of her relief. Funnily enough, I can swear that I heard her make some noise close to purring. She didn't seem like a faunus though, so I was probably hearing things. When her stream started to die down, I decided to sit down and do my business in as little lewdness as I could imagine right then. I'm sure everyone reading this is waiting for the part where I start describing how I got off right there in the bathroom to the sound of this first year peeing in the same room as me, but sorry everyone, I was good girl this time! I did my business and left like a normal student, only a few minutes after the first year girl had left... Now for what I did later, that's up to everyone else ? But enough about that. I guess I can say that after that, her and I have developed something almost resembling a friendship. I didn't see her in the library the next day, but the day after that I found her in the usual spot, and I went up to her to apologize. Oddly enough, she chastised me for that, saying I didn't have anything to apologize to her for. The conversation kind of ended there, but after that, she started to come over to me, asking me if I knew where books were and things like that. We've talked a couple times, mostly about books or our respective teammates. She's nice enough. Makes me feel almost guilty about oogling her that night. But hey, beggars can't be choosers. Anyway, it's late enough and I think i'm starting to annoy my teammates by tapping away at the computer so late, so I'll have to tell the other two stories another time. Everyone have a great night and keep on the lookout! ? -Vivacious Voyeur in Vale
  25. All righty, the first request is complete. I do want to point out that this is quite a bit different than what I normally post. It's more diaper and desperation focused, has very little fear-based omo, and no real messing. It was actually pretty enjoyable to write so far out of my comfort zone, though. While it is a bit of a change of pace, I hope you guys enjoy! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Elise’s day had been, in a word, terrible. Corrin had gotten word that a horde of Faceless was about to attack some helpless village, so she led a small force to stop them. Naturally, Elise had volunteered to tag along and help her sister in the fight. She always jumped at the chance to help out someone in need, especially if that individual was Corrin. Today, however… Today that eagerness had landed her in a lot of trouble. It had turned out the Faceless horde was considerably larger than they were expecting. The fight raged on for hours, and they just kept coming. Even with Corrin leading the charge, it had not been easy. And of course, because things are never easy, they were ambushed shortly after the fight had ended. She shuddered, recalling how swiftly and brutally the new wave of Faceless had divided their army, scattering many of them. Her healing magic expended, and lacking any means to defend herself, Elise had no choice but to flee when the enemies arrived. She ran until she was out of breath- until she was certain she was no longer being chased. Thus why she found herself lost in the middle of a forest. Despite everything, though, the thing that weighed most heavily on her mind was growing need to empty her bladder. She wondered if she was selfish for feeling that way. The question faded from her mind as a strong urge nearly overtook her, forcing her to drive her hand to her privates to hold herself. No, she decided, This is definitely the worst thing to happen today. She wanted nothing more than she wanted to return to her friends and family, and she wanted nothing less than she wanted to return to them with a great, big wet stain on her skirt. Corrin in particular. Elise had had accidents before, but none since Corrin had joined them. She didn’t want her to see her like that. She was very hesitant to lower her underwear and just go on the ground. For one, because it was much too dangerous to be caught by the enemy in such a compromising position. For two, just because, well… she didn’t want to. Elise was not the most prim and proper lady in Nohr, but she still had limits; and dropping her underwear to pee on the ground most certainly exceeded them. No, she would find her way back to her friends and family, and then relieve herself in a lavatory, like a civilized human being. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Elise had finally caught her breath after running for so long, so she began walking through the woods, trying desperately to retrace her steps and find a way out, but to no avail. It was as if the forest just ran on, endlessly, in every direction. At the start of her walk, she’d been relatively fine, but now she was unashamedly crossing her legs and holding herself as she walked. If she didn’t escape soon, she was going to have an accident. A particularly strong urge grabbed her attention, and she bowed her legs slightly, clamped her thighs together, and buried her hands in her groin, trying as hard as she could to avoid peeing herself. She was trembling lightly. Oooh, Fine! She thought, I’ll go in a bush or something! She managed to straighten herself out, and looked for a suitable candidate. Once she’d spotted a sizeable bush, she slowly walked over to it. Another urge gripped her, and she prepared to yank her underwear to do the deed, when a soft and shy voice called out behind her. “E-Elise?!” “Aaah!!” Elise screamed sharply. She let go of her underwear, and spun around to see the young Hoshidan princess. Elise brought her hands up in an innocent gesture as her cheeks ignited with a fiery blush, “S-Sakura?! T-this is- I-I Wasn’t-” She stammered out, trying to seem as though she wasn’t about to relieve herself in a bush. Her dreadful attempt at coming up with an excuse were interrupted when she saw tears welling in Sakura’s eyes. “Are… Are you ok, Sakura?”, she asked. In lieu of answering directly, Sakura just stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Elise. “T-thank heavens I f-found you! I was all al-l-lone and I was so scared!” Sakura’s words devolved into sobbing as she clutched tightly to the Nohrian princess. Elise forcibly pushed her concerns over her imminent accident out of her mind as she returned the embrace. “Are you hurt, Sakura?” “N-no, I’m fine...” she responded in a quiet, choked voice. “W-what about you? You’re not h-hurt, are you?” almost immediately, the look in Sakura’s eyes had shifted to one of concern and compassion. Elise was impressed that Sakura had already forgotten about her own situation and had moved on to worrying about others. “I’m fine, too, Sakura,” Elise decided it was better not to mention that she was going to need new panties soon. The other princess finally took a step back. Sakura wiped the last of her tears from her eyes, and smiled sweetly. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had only been maybe fifteen minutes since the princesses has reunited, but it was the longest, most arduous fifteen minutes of Elise’s life. With Sakura around, there was no way for Elise for to hold herself, and certainly no way she was going to use a bush now. She’d die of sheer humiliation. Even worse, the sun was beginning to set, coloring the skyline a soft pink. They would need to make camp soon, and she had no idea how many Faceless were still stalking the area. The only glimmer of hope Elise could think of was that, maybe after Sakura fell asleep, she could slink away and finally empty her bladder. “Elise, are you sure y-you’re all right?” Sakura’s voice startled Elise again, who looked over to see a very concerned princess. She followed Sakura’s gaze, who was looking at Elise’s legs. The Nohrian princess’ heart nearly stopped as she realized she’d subconsciously lowered her hand to hold herself through her skirt once again. She pulled her hand away in a panic, “Eh, Yeah! I’m great!” That fiery blush returned to her cheeks. “D-do you need to-” “Nope!” Elise forced a cheery smile. “I-it’s fine if you do...” “Thanks, Sakura, but really, I’m fine,” She straightened up, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. Unless, Sakura thought, an idea forming in her mind, “What about you? Do you need to… y’know...” If she also has to go, maybe it’ll be less embarrassing! “Ah!, Um...” Sakura averted her eyes as she stammered, clearly not expecting to be asked a question like that, “N-no, I don’t n-need to...” she continued to avoid looking Elise in the eyes. She totally needs to go, too! “It’s fine if you do...” Elise quietly suggested, causing both girls to giggle a little as they realized the silliness of their predicament. Both of them had to go, but both were much to embarrassed. Elise just knew that they’d both be soaked by the time Corrin found them. A harsh wind whistled through the trees, suddenly, catching both girls by surprise. The cold breeze chilled Elise and blew her ponytails back. She gasped and held her skirt down. Sakura’s reflexes were not as sharp, however, and the cruel wind lifted her skirt up and put her diaper on full display. Wait, her what? Sakura let out a squeak and held her skirt down, covering her… undergarments. Elise began to feel she understood why Sakura had been so shy when asked if she needed to go. “U-um, t-t-that w-was...” Now it was Sakura’s turn to stammer out excuses. More tears began to form in her eyes, and her whole face turned as red as her hair. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Sakura,” Elise tried to comfort her friend. Considering she was in need of such a garment herself, she was in no position to judge. “I...” Sakura took a couple deep breaths, pacing herself, “I have, u-um, accidents, sometimes...”. Elise didn’t think Sakura’s voice could get any softer and quieter than it normally is, but there it was. “So R-Ryoma thought that I should wear some… you know...” Well there goes that plan… “U-um...” Sakura looked like she had something to say. “What’s up?” “I-if you, um, need one, I have one more…” Once again, Sakura averted her eyes. Elise could hardly blame her. The thought of wearing a diaper of all things was pretty humiliating. If it came right down to it, she honestly wasn’t sure if she’d rather use a diaper or just pee her pants. Sakura was blushing once again, and Elise felt the same warmth in her cheeks as she quickly exclaimed, “Oh, no! It’s not that bad!” Sakura looked a little crestfallen, perhaps she felt foolish for offering such a thing. Not that she should, Elise thought, It’s not… bad, I just don’t need one… Once her bladder had calmed down enough, the two girls started walking again. Partly unconsciously and partly totally consciously, both girls slowly drew closer together, as the sun finished setting and darkness overtook the woods around them. Elise had been nervous the whole time she’d been lost, but now she was actually feeling a little scared. And knowing how timid Sakura could be- evidently so much so that the poor girl needed to wear diapers- the Hoshidan princess must be terrified. Elise couldn’t help but wonder if Sakura had already used her diaper. Light winds whistled through the trees, their branches rattled and scraped against one another. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped. The waxing moonlight turned every little shadow into a monstrous shape. The girls had continued to step closer and closer, until their shoulders were touching. Elise’s eyes widened slightly as she felt Sakura’s hand intertwine with her own. The poor thing had gone somewhat pale, and her eyes were nervously flitting about. Elise gave her hand a little squeeze, “It’s ok, Sakura, Corrin will find us soon. Until she does, I’ll keep you safe.” Sakura looked at her for a short little moment, before smiling faintly and saying in a weak and quiet voice, “O-ok.” Elise’s bladder began to weigh on her once again. The need to pee was almost overwhelming. She found herself increasingly jealous of the fact that Sakura was just wearing her bathroom. She probably had to pee hours ago, and she just went. Lucky… She tried to walk with her thighs pushed together as tightly as she could, trying to remain inconspicuous. “U-um, Elise?” Sakura’s voice had returned somewhat. “Huh?” “T-thank you… For being so brave… I’d be lost here f-forever if you weren’t here...” There was genuine appreciation and admiration in her voice. Of course there was, the gentle Hoshidan princess was incapable of being anything but heart-stoppingly sweet. “Well,” Elise was a little surprised, she tried hard to think of a similar compliment to pay back, “it’s not like I wanted to be alone, either, y’know. I get scared, too.” “But not so much that you have wear d-diapers...” “W-well...” Elise momentarily debated saying what she was about to say, before deciding to go through with it, “There was this maybe one time were I might’ve actually gotten so scared that I kinda did something.” Sakura looked at her curiously, and after reevaluating her sentence, Elise realized she hadn’t actually told her anything. She inhaled, and braced for embarrassment, “Sometimes, when we’re in the middle of a big battle, and everything starts getting really crazy, I get a little scared, and then I uh, I notice my legs are warm...” It was a fact she didn’t like one bit, but it was a fact. “I-it happens to you, too?” Sakura looked so hopeful, like she didn’t dare to believe what Elise had just told her. “S-sometimes...” Elise tried to look anywhere but into Sakura’s eyes. “Y’know, I think it happens to everyone when they fight, sometimes. I know Camilla peed her pants one time.” “C-Camilla?!” The redheaded princess asked, as if she hadn’t heard right. When one thinks of the legendary dragon-riding, axe-wielding knight of Nohr, they typically didn’t picture in need of a change of pants, but it was true. “Yup, my older sister. She had to fight in a big battle, and it went on for so long that she just peed while riding her dragon! Turns out dragons don’t like it if you pee on them.” Both girls laughed, Elise with a hearty laugh and Sakura with a delicate giggle. “Oh! You know my friend Effie? My guard?” Elise continued, Sakura nodded in reply, “Well I once saw her fight seven whole bandits at once, and when it was over, she needed to clean her armor,” Elise leaned in to whisper conspiratorially, “and she did a lot more than pee, if you know what I mean,” They laughed again, Elise snorting lightly at the memory of the normally stoic knight waddling away from the site of the battle. As she was laughing, another urge struck her, and Elise had no choice but to pull her hand away from Sakura’s as she jammed them into her groin to hold herself. She crossed her legs, and tried to think dry thoughts, but it wasn’t working. “E-Elise, you can just go in the woods,” That genuine concern again, “O-or use one of my ‘you-know-whats’”. Elise was too concentrated on holding it, she couldn’t even reply. Tears of frustration began to form in her eyes, as she realized how pathetic this must look. Just as she thought she might’ve been retaking control, she felt something slip. Her underwear was slowly turning warm and wet. She was leaking. She was peeing herself. The young princess figured it was now or never, and extended a hand towards Sakura, “I’ll take one of your ‘you-know-whats,’ p-please!!”. As quick as she could, Sakura produced a spare diaper and handed it to Elise, who quickly fiddled with it to prepare it. She felt more dribbles leaking out into her panties, she could even feel a little droplet travelling down her thigh. Putting her legs through the holes of the garment, she yanked it up. She didn’t even care that she wasn’t able to take her underwear off in time, they were wet anyway. Once she was diapered, she spread her legs apart slightly, and didn’t even need to push, just to stop holding on. A hissing sound filled the air, and warmth filled her diaper. She could feel the garment swelling as it absorbed a whole day’s worth of pee. The wet heat travelled up the front of the diaper, around her privates, and even reaching back to her butt as it was quickly flooded. Her stream slowly died down, and her accident was finished. The diaper had grown so swollen that she could barely stand with having her legs far apart. Tears ran down her cheeks as Elise began to cry. “H-hey, it’s all right...” Sakura tried to comfort her, but couldn’t seem to find the words. Her words failing her, Sakura embraced Elise in a tight hug once again, one which Elise happily returned. She was still sobbing and sniffling lightly, but was quickly calming down. “What’s Corrin gonna think when she finds out I wet myself?” Elise asked to nobody in particular. “W-well, you’re not alone...” Sakura intoned. “Huh?” Sakura took a step back, and raised the hem of her skirt just enough to reveal her diaper. Like Elise’s, it was swollen and yellowed at the front. “When it got dark, I got n-nervous, and I just c-couldn’t hold it… That’s why I held your hand.” Elise wiped her tears away, “S-still, though...” “You said it happens to e-everyone, right?” Sakura began, “doesn’t that mean it’s probably happened to Corrin before? She’ll u-understand,” “You think so?” “I do!” Sakura spoke with a surprising confidence. “Well,” Elise choked back the last of her sobs, and took Sakura’s hand again, “Not if we never find her. Let’s get going!” With that, the two of them set off once again, though Elise walking somewhat bowlegged. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As convenient as it was to be wearing your bathroom on you, Elise did not much care for how difficult it made walking once you’d actually used it. Sakura had wet hers, too, and she walked perfectly naturally. One would never tell by looking at her that she needed a change. Elise was impressed, now that she knew how hard it could be. Worse than its size was just the feeling of it. It had gotten cold and a little clammy, and she could feel it squish between her legs as she walked. Unfortunately, Sakura didn’t have any more for them to change into, as Elise was currently wearing her spare. She hoped that they’d be rescued soon- the less time she had to spend in a wet diaper, the better. She especially hoped that the two of them wouldn’t have to spend the night here, as she really didn’t want to sleep in it. But as the minutes dragged by, both girls were slowly losing hope. It had gotten dark, very dark. The same creepy sights and sounds surrounded them, and they never knew if any one of them could be an actual monster. A low, guttural growl emanated from the brush behind them, and Elise almost wanted to pretend it was just the wind. Her heart had stopped, and her blood ran cold. Both girls slowly turned around to see the source of the sound. Lumbering towards them was a Faceless, a hulking, vaguely humanoid monster. Elise’s whole body felt numb, and she thought she might pass out. What little urine was left in her body was quickly draining out into her diaper, re-warming the cold cloth. Beside her, Sakura was shaking like a leaf. Her knees were knocking together, and she collapsed onto the ground, whimpering in terror. Seeing Sakura like frightened, Elise felt galvanized, she had to do… something! The monster quickened its pace, raising its arm up to strike at them. Taking a deep breath, Elise moved forward, holding her arms out, prepared to shield Sakura from the blow. The Faceless’ colossal fist rocketed forward, and Elise shut her eyes. “Princess!!” Came a gruff woman’s voice, a voice Elise recognized. There was a deafening clang that sounded as though something just struck metal. Elise dared to open one eye, and saw her retainer, Effie, standing in front of her, clad in her powerful armor. Her shield was raised, and holding back the blow from the monster. Rapid footsteps approached, and Elise noticed a hoshidan samurai sprinting towards them. She recognized her, too; it was Hana, Sakura’s retainer and close friend. Without delay, she grabbed Sakura and helped her to her feet, Elise helped her. Once they’d been brought a short but safe distance from the monster, Hana drew her sword, and simply said, “Wait here, Sakura, Princess Elise.” She charged ahead, and struck at the monster while Effie was holding it off. Now outnumbered, it wildly threw punches at the two of them, but Effie was too strong, and Hana too fast. Another voice split the night with a battlecry, and Elise’s heart filled with joy as she saw the form of Corrin leap into the air, and bring her sword down upon the monster. At last, it collapsed. The shock of the ordeal wore off, and Elise noticed that, for the third time, she and Sakura were holding each other. Three sets of rapid footsteps grew louder as their saviors ran towards them. Effie, Hana, and Corrin all began speaking simultaneously, and inspecting the two princesses, checking for damage. “We’re fine, you guys!” Elise managed to get out, over the clamor surrounding them. “T-thanks to Elise, I’m okay...” Sakura said quietly. “Thanks to me? We got here, together, Sakura!” Any debate on the matter was ended abruptly as Corrin pulled the both of them in for a hug, saying “I’m just glad you’re both okay. We were so worried when we realized you two were gone.” “No kidding,” Hana added, “We’ve been searching the area for hours, now, looking for you two.” “We really didn’t know what we’d do if lost either of you,” Effie said. “Anyways,” Corrin said, as she pulled away, “let’s back home, it’s not safe out here,”. As they began to walk back, lead by Corrin and flanked on either side by Hana and Effie, the princesses finally breathed easy; they were safe. Elise held her hand out, and Sakura did the same, and they kept them together the whole walk back.