blooper

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    Super Blooper (Type omo or something in your greeting. If you don't, I'll probably think you're a bot and block you.)

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    My own head.
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    Soccer, Video Games, Roosterteeth, Yugioh, MTG, Competitive Pokemon, Medieval fighting stuff and Fire Emblem.
    As for omorashi, I'm into wetting, messing, fear, and warrior women.

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  1. I'll go with saiga as well, another note, naughty, messing.
  2. Lets go to the bar and get a room, we can relieve ourself there.
  3. Completely agree with the above, not really our place to tell her no and this sounds like a perfect job for Belle.
  4. I'm in the interests of cooperating a bit, 1.
  5. If Belle wins, we get info. If she doesn't, we do quest stuff. Seems reasonable enough. Accept it, and yeah if we end up slaughtering innocents or whatever we just don't do it.
  6. Female

    Yeah the split of the two angles is really nice here, gives us the normal shot plus an excellent messing angle.
  7. Looks great, thanks!
  8. No reason not to watch now. We can talk to "serious" people later.
  9. Oh nice. Clearly needs some Yang comforting and also messing. That was well described and well done.
  10. Eternal Bond (A short FE12 Tiki focused piece, along the same lines as the last Minerva story. Potentially a snippet of a forthcoming large scale FE piece but…time. Also, even a bit of loli tiki for those of you who like that. Yes, I was motivated into writing instead of RPs again. Blame FE heroes.) Tiki huddled in the darkness. The air in the small room was stale, and there was nothing but hard floor to sit on. Soon enough, the bad man would visit her again, and make her head feel weird. She wanted someone, anyone to help her. She missed Ban-Ban, she missed Xane. No one talked to her here, no one played with her. She sniffled, remembering how she used to be free. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and Tiki gasped, scrabbling backwards. A dark form entered, Gharnef’s imposing figure silhouetted by shadow. His twisted and scarred face gave her an evil grin, and she had to fight hard to not scream. Still, her legs trembled, and she could feel warmth suffuse her tattered dress as she peed. She couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop it. She wasn’t supposed to do this, was supposed to hold it like Ban-Ban taught her. But she couldn’t help it. Pee soaked her small dress and puddled underneath the crying girl as Gharnef approached. His large hand reached for her, and she let out a high pitched scream. Her pink panties expanded as she fearfully expelled mess into them, a medium size lump of poo bulging out her panties. There wasn’t that much since he barely fed her, but there was enough Bantu would have scolded her, had he been here. His hand closed around her face, and everything went black, thoughts of Bantu fading away. Tiki awoke with a start, covered in sweat. Looking down, she realized with a grimace she was peeing. It took her a short while to clamp down on her bladder, and by the time she did her bed was soaked. Her red nightgown was completely soaked, and she could feel the warm liquid cooling on her thighs. She let out a small moan, but gathered herself and resisted the urge. She had picked up a bit of enjoyment at her embarrassing accidents, the frequent bedwettings and relatively infrequent daytime wettings. Carefully standing, she made sure not to jolt her bladder. She may have had a full accident for an average size bladder, but the divine dragon had much more than that. With her tendency to sleep for weeks at a time, her bladder had a far larger capacity than a normal humans. Still…it was rare she emptied it anywhere but her robes and bed, and that wasn’t entirely unintentional. Gingerly making her way to the edge of her tent, the dragoness looked down at her now mature, well-endowed body. The nightgown was about as modest as her normal clothing, and she doubted anyone would stop her on the way to Say’ri’s nearby tent. Carefully treading through the night air, she slipped into the swordswoman’s tent. She approached the sleeping swordswoman quietly, and a grin spread across her face. Taking the unconscious woman’s hand, she pressed it against her still warm crotch, and peed. She only went for ten or so seconds, fresh pee soaking down her shapely legs and rewetting her nightdress. Her eyes were focused on Say’ri’s panty clod crotch, and partway through her release the other woman’s bladder followed suit. Her white panties were quickly soaked, urine pooling around her bottom and soaking the makeshift bed. Tiki reached down with her other hand and expertly applied pressure to Say’ri’s stomach. The swordswoman let out a soft groan and shifted in her sleep, but under Tiki’s touch her body soon settled and a light crackling could be heard as her bowels began to release. The mess spread along her bottom and up her back a bit as soft poo filled her panties and spread all around, staining the bed and her underwear. Satisfied, Tiki stepped back and watched the woman complete her accident with a mischievous smile. Suddenly, a problem occurred to her. She had come to get Say’ri’s help cleaning up, but…she didn’t want to wake her up after having just done this, and get scolded by the more prim and proper woman. Considering her options, she gave the messy samurai one last look and then quietly snuck back to her own tent. Laying back down on her wet bed, she could feel her bladder protesting. Releasing several long spurts had made it hungry for release. Her bowels seemed to be interested as well, after watching Say’ri empty hers. The Voice shifted on her bed, crossing her long legs and reminiscing. The dream from earlier reminded her of another scene, one where she had just blossomed into her full adult form. The time of the Hero King was long past now. Tiki had slept for a long time, and when she awoke she found those she had known gone. There were rumors that Robin and Draug and Michalis, the unkillable trio, and perhaps some others, had outlived the rest of the soldiers of the great hero-king and headed off to new lands, but Tiki hadn’t found more than rumors. She had sat in her temple and cried for nearly a day, inconsolable by her attendants, who had been quite surprised at her awakening, and her new form. During this time, she found that it seemed she no longer needed to use the bathroom, though she had wet the bed many a time during her long sleep, unbeknownst to her. She didn’t understand, of course, that her now adult body had an even more absurd holding capacity than her smaller form. Finally, a messenger brought good news. One of the heroes of the war of shadows still lived. Merric, the wielder of Excalibur and longtime pontifex of Khadein, still lived. He had always been extremely kind to Tiki, and as she pictured the young, green haired mage, she felt something unfamiliar stir. A sense of lust, or longing. Bantu had told her stories, stories of princesses and knights, and Xane had told her things too, illicit things and questionable tales. She thought she might know what this feeling was. But…Merric was happily married to Marth’s sister? A quick question to the attendant answered that confusion, however. Lord Merric’s beloved wife had passed away a long time ago. He was the only one left… “Take me to where he resides now.” Tiki commanded, rising up and assuming a more authoritive pose, helped by her newly added height. The attendant was clearly surprised, but nodded, and soon enough the Voice was in a carriage on her way to see Merric. When she arrived, Tiki wasted no time requesting a private audience with Merric. It seemed he was living in a remote retreat, a relatively fancy house with a few apprentices. Her attendants returned to the temple, and she was led by a brown haired boy, apparently one of Merric’s apprentices, to a decorated room. Drinks were already waiting, and she sipped tea until the door swung open. Merric stepped in, pulling back his ornate hood. His green eyes sparkled, and he looked just as young as she remembered him. A chill shot through her. Why hadn’t he changed…did this mean he would live as long as her….she wouldn’t have to lose him…her resolve doubled immediately as she jumped to conclusions. A gust of wind shut the door behind him, but he seemed to freeze as he took in her new form, and her perceptive eyes detected more than a bit of lust in his eyes before he shoved it aside. She immediately rose, leaping forward and wrapping the now shorter man in a hug. “Merric!” she cried excitedly, unintentionally nearly smothering him in her massive breasts. He returned the embrace, but carefully extracted himself from her grip a moment later. “Tiki…you’re awake again!” he exclaimed. “And…you’ve grown.” He looked her up and down, blushing. Tiki nodded, grinning. “It’s…new. But first, how are you still here? Everyone else is gone or left.” She added, her voice becoming a bit sad. Merric nodded, his expression darkening as well. “Some still live. I haven’t had contact with Robin in a while but…they’re still around. As for me…magic, I suppose. I captured Gharnef’s research, and well…thanks to what he learned from you, he became immortal, and I did as well. There was nothing evil about the result, only the method used to obtain it.” The mage added with a shrug. “Unfortunately, Elice was too frail to receive the treatment, and so I lost her.” He paused, then brightened a bit. “I suppose we’ve both lost loved ones, but at least some of us still made it.” Tiki nodded, thankful she had managed to avoid crying this time at the mention of Marth and company. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay here for a while, Merric.” She said, this time consciously pausing as she realized she should call him lord, but decided against it. Merric nodded. “I’d like that, Tiki. Let me show you to a room, and then show you around.” It turned out soon enough that Tiki didn’t need her own room in anything more than name. Her new desires were fierce, and Merric wasn’t exactly opposed to Tiki’s new beauty. The thing that stood out most to her, however, was the third morning. Tiki awoke, hearing a knock at the door. From beside her, she felt Merric rise, and he called “Give me a moment!” he turned to Tiki, who was definitely not supposed to be in his bedroom. “Just stay hidden under the covers, alright?” he whispered. The dragoness nodded, and her tossed the blankets fully over her before rising, pulling on a robe and answering the door. Tiki hid beneath the blankets nervously as she heard the door open and the sound of one of Merric’s apprentices speaking, then entering the room. She held still beneath the blanket, but she had a horrible realization. She was about to pee herself. And even worse. This wasn’t supposed to happen, she didn’t have to do this anymore, right? She was a grown up, she didn’t have accidents! She held the blanket a bit back from her awkwardly so she could squirm, clenching and unclenching her legs and pressing her bottom against the bed. The pressing feeling in her bowels was growing heavier, and her bladder let out a short spurt, soaking her red panties. She couldn’t lose it, it might alert the apprentice! But she couldn’t hold everything any longer either, and the squirming was sure to be noticed. So she did the unthinkable. She lifted up her bottom slightly, and carefully relaxed her bowels. Soft, smooth mess flowed out of her almost immediately, expanding and filling her red panties. Her new capacity didn’t stop there, however, and she regretted that her leggings were still on as it expanded into them. These ones were a bit different from normal, covering the entirety of her legs. She grimaced as she continued to helplessly push soft mess into them, desperately hoping she wouldn’t fart, and that the smell wouldn’t spread. She messed herself for several minutes, the accident getting worse and worse, finally escaping her full leggings and staining the bed beneath her. She blushed, imagining what would happen if the pair found her like this. She was a bit confused, however, when she realized the thought was extremely arousing. She felt herself getting a bit wet at the image, and tried to collect herself. She had to admit, the warm mess felt kind of good, but…the idea of humiliation did too, at least a little bit. She resolved to explore this feeling a bit more later, and turned her attention to her quivering bladder. Their conversation seemed to be coming to a close, but she couldn’t hold it anymore, either. Pee began to flow from her, first slowly then increasing in pace. It mixed with the soft mess around her, soaking her red panties and pink leggings, then funneling into the bed. It felt so good. She heard the door close, and let out a moan, reaching down and rubbing herself through her wet panties. “Tiki? What are you doing?” she heard Merric ask, but there was a haze of pleasure over her senses. The blankets were suddenly pulled away, and a green haired head peered over her, clearly confused. Tiki grinned up at him, pausing her masturbation. Her face was a fierce blush, but she reveled in it. “I’ve been a naughty girl. Why don’t you punish me?” it was a line she had heard from Xane’s stories, and she wasn’t sure what it meant. Merric blinked, seemingly at a loss for words, and Tiki figured he didn’t know what she expected from it anymore than she did. Reaching up, she used her surprising strength, even in human form, and pulled him down on top of her, still peeing herself. Back in reality, Tiki was extremely desperate. Shifting, squirming, holding herself, every part of her, from her large breasts to her shapely legs was bouncing. She couldn’t sit still, couldn’t keep from releasing a short leak or wet fart every so often. Couldn’t stop herself from getting a bit wet as she squirmed. She missed Merric. Chrom and his army were nice enough, but she wanted him back. Suddenly, the flap of her tent opened. She turned, heart racing, and felt a small stream of pee make its way into her panties. Her eyes caught sight of the figure, and she froze in fear, face going white. A man in dark robes, blue shadows flaring around him in the pattern of Imhullu, a spitting image of Gharnef save for the slight coloring of his flames. The walk was all too reminiscent of her time in his clutches, approaching to rape her mind once again, and she broke. The normally unbothered and calm dragoness fell apart. Sobbing, she pushed back against the wall of her tent, entire body trembling, not from desperation but from fear. She soiled herself like a frightened child, her bladder and bowels pushing powerfully. Pee streamed out of her like a jet, her red nightgown completely flooded in an instant, saturating the bed beneath her and puddling on the floor, the absolute cascade of pee seemingly never-ending. Her bowels fared no better, and fearful mess, first solid, then getting softer, pushed into her panties. It easily filled them to capacity, escaping into her gown, and onto the bed. She felt herself unable to move, to even reach for her dragonstone. All she could do was cower and soil herself. As the figure approached, he stopped a short distance away. Reaching up, he pulled back his hood, and the blue flames cleared to reveal a set of familiar, piercing green eyes. “I see you were so excited to see me you forgot your potty training.” Merric said, unable to keep the joy at seeing Tiki out of his voice despite her fearful reaction. “We’ll have to work on that.” Tiki’s fearful trembling became a squeal of pure joy, and she tackled him, still relieving herself into her clothes. There was no hostility, for she was just as likely to play such a prank. There was only joy and love, as strong as the fear had been.
  11. Aptitude could be useful here, though I'm not sure of growth rates or level ups or anything here. In the games its appeared, however, its been about as bad as a skill with such a benefit could be. Both games its appeared on characters who have bad cap adjustments, bad class selection, and bad pass down mods. In addition, in these games character growths are so good everyone regularly caps stats. The idea of Donnel being overpowered is just highly amusing to me.
  12. Toppest of keks.
  13. I'm not a huge fan of this sort of girl, so I'll go with 3.