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  1. 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
  2. Dimwitrolo

    female Scarlett and Vyola

    From the album: Dimwitrolo's Misc Work

    Started playing DnD, Made a character called Vyola. I figured I should introduce her to Scarlett.
  3. 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!"
  4. 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.
  5. I've wanted to do another Yuka story for awhile. This one is a rewrite of the first story I wrote called The Thief and The Holy Girl. This time though, I wanted to make a longer, more fleshed-out story with more situations. I'll give the warning that this first part has no drawn out desperation, but that will be coming later. If casual peeing/pooping isn't your thing, then this first part isn't going to tickle your pickle. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Part I In the courtyards of the prison, she could hear them talking, though just barely. “So what did she do?” One guard asked another. “Assaulted a noble. There was a brawl in a small teahouse, nice little place. A couple of kids got rowdy, just as Lord Danshin’s son was visiting. In the whole mess, this girl, thin as a beanpole lashes out at somebody and misses him. Hits the noble’s kid square in the jaw.” The first guard seemed to find it difficult to take in. “This is that girl down in the cellar, right? The cute one with blonde hair?” “Yep. Anyway, where was I? Oh, right, so anyway, Danshin’s kid, now covered in tea, starts hollering and screaming. He demands whoever struck him must be executed. By now, the rest of these kids have realized who it is screaming and they’ve bolted out the front door. Not the girl though, she was just stood there.” “So she’s sat in that cell waiting for the gallows?” “Nope. A few weeks before we were meant to do it, Captain of the guard comes to visit personally. Claims Lord Danshin’s kid was way out of hand and that her sentence be lowered to a life imprisonment. So she’s shoved down into the cellar and left to rot.” “Shame, she’s cute.” In the bowels of the prison, in the old cells deep beneath the ground, a thief had been locked up. For the crime of assaulting a noble, she was to miss trial and be sent straight to the gallows. But the sun shone from her arse one lucky day when that execution was reduced to life imprisonment. This thief was Yunoko Tanobi, a blonde-haired miscreant and extremely talented. It was her who had raised her fist to that noble, striking him square in the cheek. Now, she was left to rot in this cell. She was a sharp, tomboyish girl of nineteen years. Courtesy of her thin frame, she had a sharp, distinct face with amethyst coloured eyes. She had long, straw-coloured hair that reached her shoulders, or would if it did not flick upwards. It was as if a banana skin had been discarded atop her head. That was the joke that was shared among her friends. The well-renowned beauty of Orientian girls was lost to Yunoko, with her wide whimsical eyes that always seemed to be looking for something and her thin crooked lips that held a certain sinister intend buried behind a friendly grin. As for her body, she was thin and built like a beanpole, barely an ounce of fat on her. She was skinny, lanky, and well shaped only around her arse, which she often touted as been her best feature. Even without any sun for so long, she was still a light tan colour. Appearance meant little to her, and her philosophy for thievery had always been the less she wore, the less constricted she felt. Because of this she often favoured a long white robe without sleeves; She’d torn them off believing it made her difficult to grab. She’d been right until recently. Beneath her robe, she covered her breasts, barely, with a brown corset that exposed her midriff. Were it not for laws, or the constant propositions from drunk horny men in the late hours, she’d happily walk around with her assets on display. Her shorts were a dull beige and often so low she’d catch a stray wind against the crack of her arse and lastly her boots were simple, made of leather, stained with all kinds of muck that littered the streets. Today had been a day like every other day that had passed since she’d been locked up. Yuka had woken up, tended to a pesky inch on her arse, and hobbled over to the corner of her cell, scratching herself the whole way. Still half asleep, she’d squat down over the drain and take a long, hissing piss into the waiting abyss. She’d yawn, let out a tired groan and fart, all while her water rushed beneath her. She’d sigh with relief as a whole nights worth of water poured from between her legs, splattering against the iron grate beneath her. Once she was almost finished, she’d peer between her legs and watched the last of her piss rain down in the unending darkness beneath her. After she’d taken her morning piss, she’d shake off the stray dribbles, cursing the lack of paper she was given as she jiggled her butt to get dry, then pull up her shorts and get breakfast. An iron tray would always be waiting by her cell door. On it was a bowl of porridge, unsweetened, lumpy, and more like gruel, as well as a cold cup of green tea. Seeing that miserable excuse for food made her long to be back in the capital, eating meat and drinking wine once more. She’d sit on her bed, slowly nibbling at the lumps of porridge and sipping her green tea. Some days she’d think about the Thieves Guild, and others she’d think about Ania, hoping one day she could feel her soft embrace again. Once breakfast was finished, there was nothing to do but sit on her bed until nature called. Once she heard the moan of her stomach, she’d jump up from her bed and head back to the corner of her cell, where she’d yank down her trousers and take a dump over the drain. With a soft grunt, Yuka farted. She wrapped her arms around her legs and emptied her bowels into the hole. Eating nothing but porridge had given her a soft stomach. She’d farted again, only this time it was wet. After a few seconds of wiggling her backside, she’d feel her hole yawn and a slither of soft mess wormed its way between her cheeks. It passed easily, like slop. It fell into the sewers beneath with an echoing splat. Once she was relieved, Yuka hopped up, her shorts still around her knees, and reached for the papers she used to wipe. Most of what she used for paper were pages from the books she was given in ‘care packages’ which were often sent courtesy of an old friend. She took a few papers and bent back down. “You guys bring me this drivel, but won’t bust me out.” She scrunched up the paper angrily in her palm and used it to wipe her arse. Taking a dump was the last notable thing of the day in Yuka’s routine. With the exception of one call at noon to give her another thimble of bland tea, all she could do until lights out was lie down on her bed and stare up at the cold concrete ceiling. For most people, that would be enough to drive them insane. Not for Yuka, she held onto the hope that her friends were planning something to get her out of here. She was the best thief they had, no job went without loot when she was the one running it. Those thoughts were what kept her sane. Once or twice, if the feeling took her, she’d even entertain herself with her fingers. But touching herself couldn’t compete with the touch of a tavern girl. Their soft, almost silk-like touch gently fingering the soft spot between her legs as she’d grope their bare breasts was a feeling she missed greatly. Often, as she played with herself, she’d sigh, yearning for the touch of another woman, and it was those thoughts that entertained her and pushed her toward pleasure. The day passed, and evening came quickly. Not that Yuka could tell. There was no window in her cell and the only way she knew of the passage of time was by the Prison belltower. She lay in her bed, one foot hanging over the other and both hands behind her head. She sighed. “Someday…” Her longing to escape was interrupted when her stomach growled. She hadn’t eaten since breakfast, and that dire excuse for porridge hardly sustained her through the whole day. Dinnertime had to be soon, or so Yuka thought. An hour passed, signaled by the ringing of the bell, and still no food. Yuka grumbled, jumped up from her bed and angrily approached her cell door. “HEY!” She yelled through the bars of her cell door. The words echoed but nobody seemed to care. “HEY!” She called again, this time rattling the iron bars. Her calls were answered; The sound of heavy footsteps pounded against the old stone of the prisons cellar. A looming shadow that only grew as it approached her swept along the concrete walls. A large bull of a man appeared, wrapped up from head to toe in steel and leather armour. He stood at nearly twice the size of the prison doors and glared down at Yuka with dead soulless eyes. “What?” He said calmly, but there was no kindness in his voice. “I’m hungry.” Yuka scowled. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” The man tapped the handle of his greataxe against the stone floor. His cold lifeless stare did not ease up and he leant forward to match Yuka’s height. She wasn’t easily intimidated by the Brutes display. A thousand cunts twice her size had tried that before him, and few could scare her. She too leant forward, mimicking every action he did; she slapped her hands against her hips, leant in until she could smell the cheap booze and aging meat on his breath and scowled, baring her teeth. “Dinner was meant to be an hour ago.” She repeated herself quietly this time, displaying a seething anger in her voice. BANG! It happened quickly. The Guard, for a large boorish brute, was certainly quick with that axe. He slammed it against the cell door, rattling the metal and sending a howling echo through the cellar. Shocked by the sudden rattling of the bars, Yuka fell backwards, unable to comprehend what had just happened for a second. She nearly fell arse-first onto the floor of the cell, but managed to save her backside the hard landing. “You eat when we say you eat, Prisoner.” He growled again, wrapping his meaty hands around the handle of the axe and cackling. All Yuka could reply with was a long cold stare that tried to hide her anger. Her heart was pounding from the fear that strike brought her, but she buried it in the pit of her stomach. I’d kick you in the fucking balls if I could. She thought, holding her tongue. “Fine…” She gave in, scrambled to stand up straight and brushed off the dust that had landed on the bottom of her robe. There was a twinge in her bladder as she bent over to reach her robe, and again the need to take piss had made itself known. “I’m going for a piss.” Yuka waved her hand feebly in the air, brushing off what the guard said like it did not bother her, and strolled over to the corner of her cell. There was no privy in her cell, or even a small hole to squat over. Her cell was directly above the sewers and in the corner of her room was an old drain that connected to them. Apparently it was an old drain for throwing old food waste down into the sea, and that was what Yuka had for relieving herself, a squalid old drain. It didn’t bother her too much. She’d pissed in far worse places in her time. The only thing that bothered her was the smell that crept up, and she even grew used to that eventually. She approached the drain, one hand already fiddling with the button on her shorts. The feeling of fullness that pushed against her bladder was mild, but it made itself known. It had been a while since she’d last taken a piss. This morning actually. She unbuttoned her shorts, hooked her fingers around her knickers and pulled them down. She turned around, angled herself over the iron grate that led to the sewers and squatted down over it. She couldn’t go so easily. Out of the corner of her, Yuka could see the guard was watching her squat. She could see those wide, bloodshot eyes leering at her, hoping to get a peek of something. She raised her middle finger to the leering guard and hissed. “Hey, I’m trying to take a leak!” The guard growled. He tapped his axe against the stone and leant toward the cell door. “Turn the fuck around!” Yuka yelled. The guard growled again, and this time he shook his head in disgust. His hand disappeared behind the wall and he pulled the mouldy old curtain over her cell door, bathing her cell in near darkness. She had some privacy, at least. Yuka shuffled over the grate to get comfortable. She found it hard to piss if she wasn’t comfortable. She spread her legs slightly and sighed. Wrapping her arms around her knees, she huffed and let her bladder handle the rest. But before she could, something caught her attention down deep in the sewers. Yuka held back her water and peered down between her legs. She noticed a very faint light from deep below illuminating a small patch of mouldy stone. A lantern. “What the…” Somebody was walking through the sewers, and they were getting closer. The thought of somebody wandering beneath her cell gave Yuka a menacing thought. One that made her grin. For no other reason that to amuse herself, she watched the light grow closer. When it was right beneath her, she intended to open the floodgates and piss right on the head of whoever was beneath her. The light came right beneath the grate and stopped. It was still too dark for Yuka to tell who it was, but it was probably just a guard; some poor bastard who’d been sent on rat extermination. She didn’t care, her piss didn’t discriminate. With a big grin, Yuka shuffled again, angling herself properly and lowered her butt closer to the grate until her butthole was almost puckered up with the dirt steel. With a mischievous grin, she relaxed and let her river flow. “I think this is it.” Somebody beneath her spoke. It was a boy, and the voice sounded familiar. “Are you sure?” A female replied to him. “The map says it’s her cell. Right beneath the sewers, right?” “Alright, get the rope.” They were talking about her, they had to be. Nobody else was locked up in the cellar. The rest had already been carted off to the gallows or released. “Who are they…” Yuka held herself, halting her water right at the tip of her maidenly spout. It stung, and she grimaced, but it subsided quickly. “Yunoko, you up there?” The boy called up. Before she could reply, Yuka peered around the corner of the drain, and upon seeing the shadow of the guard was gone, she called back down. “Who the fuck’s down there?” The boy didn’t answer. “Move aside Mouri.” The girl spoke in his place. “Yunoko, I’m gonna shoot a rope up to you. Get ready to catch it.” “Hey hol-” She couldn’t even get her words out before she heard a whistle fast approaching her. It was a dart, and behind it a length of rope was unfurling. It shot up through the drain, barely missing her left arsecheek. “Fucking hell…” Yuka cursed, feeling the wind of the dart. “You almost gave me a second arsehole.” With nibble things, she grabbed the dart before it could fall back between the iron bars. “Alright, I’ve got it.” “Now tie it to the pipe running across the wall.” The girl ordered her. “Can I at least, you know, pull my knickers back up?” “Now, Yunoko.” The girl sounded low on patience. “Fine…” Yuka sighed. She followed the girls orders and tied the rope around one of the metal pipes running along the wall of her cell. Her shorts fell down further and landed atop her boots, revealing her bare arse to a cold drought that felt refreshing in more places than one. As she tied the rope, Yuka thought to herself for a moment; she was sure she’d heard the name Mouri. It couldn’t be. She hadn’t seen him in months. He was one of her few friends in the Thieves Guild and a boy with far too little stones to be doing something as daring as a prison breakout. She tied the rope around the pipe and finished tying the knot. “Alright, done.” “Mouri, hand me those gems.” “A-Amida…” The boy shook his words. Yuka could hear his nerves quivering just from the sound of his voice. “D-Do you mind if I do it?” The girl sighed. “You’re kidding.” Things went silent for a moment. “Think you’re up for it? Remember make it quick and use these gems around the corners of the drain. Remember: The corners. Say it with me.” “The corners.” The boy repeated those words. “Amida? Mouri?” Yuka recognized Amida too, and now it was absolutely clear. She hadn’t been forgotten about and left to rot in prison. The Thieves Guild had actually grown some stones and come to break her out. “I didn’t think you two had the balls to come do this.” Yuka grinned. She felt all warm, her heart was fluttering and she felt a joy she hadn’t felt since she was last on the outside. After a minute, Mouri arrived at the top of the rope. He appeared beneath the grate with a less than satisfied look on his face. He’d grown in these three months, or so it looked that way. His dark hair had grown and a thin layer of fluff was growing on his lower lip. He looked like a man now. “Hey Mouri.” Yuka giggled. “Getting a good view of my arse from there?” She wiggled her backside. “Wanna give it a kiss?” The young thief’s cheeks burned a bright crimson at the sight of Yuka’s bare thighs, as well as her more personal of assets being wiggled in his face. He averted his gaze and looked straight ahead at the gross walls of the sewer. “Now is not the time for messing around, Yuka.” His words stumbled. “Come on, pull your shorts up and let’s go.” “This is the first time I’ve had a lads face this close to my arse.” She reveled in his embarrassment. Already, it was like old times, and that made her joyous inside. She hopped to her feet, pulled her shorts back up and buttoned them up. That piss would have to wait, at least she would have the pleasure of an actual toilet… or an alley. “You’re lucky, I was gonna piss on your head.” Mouri ignored Yuka and did exactly was Amida had ordered him to do. With four small orange gems in the palm of his hand, he pressed one against each corner of the drain. A small orange flame erupted from his hand and burned away at the metal, melting it almost instantly. On the final corner, he rested a gloved hand against the grate, relying on his legs to keep him on the rope, and caught it one the gem had melted away the last piece of metal. He shimmied up the rope and gently placed the grate on the floor of the cell. The sight of the barren cell twisted his face with disgust. “This is what you’ve had to live in for three months?” He asked. “And that’s what I’ve had to shit in.” Yuka pointed to the open drain. “Let’s get going before that numb fuck out there realizes what’s going on.” Yuka climbed onto the rope and descending with Mouri into the depths of the sewers. “Hey Mouri?” She whispered. “What?” “Thanks for not forgetting me.” Yuka smiled warmly.
  6. Dimwitrolo

    female Commission for Neoraider

    From the album: DimwitRolo's Commissions

    Molly peeing onto Neo's character, Akimi. She seems to be enjoying it.
  7. 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
  8. 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!"
  9. 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.
  10. 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.
  11. 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.
  12. "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.
  13. 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.
  14. 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!
  15. nasfan9

    female did it again R

    A sketch of Miyuki Izumi from my story.
  16. 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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  18. 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.
  19. 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.
  20. "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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  22. 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.
  23. ((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..."
  24. "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!"
  25. 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!