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  1. female

    I don't think I've ever heard that song, but I might give it a listen. I know, right? I thought Lazarević was brilliant. Malevolent, but without losing all personality. He also has a respect for Nate's abilities, which is cool.
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    You're very welcome! I had a blast writing it!
  3. I'm afraid I don't have anything to suggest... but this story was fantastic! I highly enjoyed reading it! I don't think that it has any reason to be moved to another part of the forum. Wetting Experiences suits it just fine. I also don't think the broken zipper takes away from the story at all; in fact, I believe that it enhanced the story quite a lot. Thank you for sharing!
  4. Well, I actually just posted one about Elena and Chloe from Uncharted 2 for a request, but just for myself, I was toying with the idea of writing a Bioshock: Infinite one about Elizabeth or maybe Borderlands 1 or 2... or both. If you'd like to make a request, though, I'd be happy to give it a shot.
  5. female

    Thank you. I'm glad you think so.
  6. female

    I'm pretty sure it's an upvote button. Otherwise... I have no idea what I've been doing to the posts I like for the last few months. Anyways, I'm glad you liked it! I worked pretty hard on it, so the positive feedback is very much appreciated.
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    Thanks! I really appreciate it!
  8. Hello again, friends! I spent a lot of time the last weekend playing Uncharted 2! As Naughty Dog games go, I've seen better (The Last of Us comes to mind), but the story of the game was really very good, and I enjoyed playing through it. I'd actually been putting it off for quite a while, seeing as how there were a lot of things on my plate, but a recommendation from one quintex96, along with a suggestion for a fan fiction, convinced me to play it a little further. Ultimately, I put in several hours, and this was the result. It's a bit lengthy, but if you like Elena and Chloe, you might just like this too. "Elena,” shouted Nathan Drake from several feet below, “what the hell are you doing?! I thought you were going to cover me!” “Yeah, sorry!” Elena Fisher called back, leaning out from cover to shoot several rounds at a nearby goon, then whipping back behind the makeshift shelter as several bullets whizzed by her head. She had been covering him… but not as well as she would’ve liked. The reason behind it was simple; Elena was distracted. Come on Elena, she chastised herself, You know you can't afford to be distracted like this! It could cost you and Nate your lives! Elena shook her head to clear it, but when she stopped the nagging sensation was still there. She frowned irritably before firing a few more shots, then ducking behind cover once more. She had hit someone that time, but the annoyance currently occupying her attention kept her from any questions of morality. Right now, she needed to focus on keeping Nate safe… and her pants dry. She bit her lip as another desperate message reached her brain from her bladder. All the constant movement and the cold of their location weren’t helping her situation. Another few shots were fired, another volley returned, but when she ducked behind cover this time, she had to grab herself to keep pee from leaking out. I'll just ask Nate if we can take a break after we take care of these guys, she decided. ‘Taking care of these guys,’ however, was proving to be a more difficult and lengthy task than she had expected. Nate seemed to be having trouble dealing with a heavily armored merc wielding an RPG, but none of her pistol bullets could pierce his heavy armor, so she was powerless to do anything but watch as Nate dodged around, avoiding bullets and rockets alike. After several more minutes (and several more near-leaks for Elena), Nate had finally dispatched all of the mercenaries aside from the heavy, who he had evaded sufficiently enough to make his location unknown. As Nate creeped up on the mercenary, Elena watched with bated breath and heart racing. If the merc turned at the wrong time, that could be the end of Nate. The adventurer vaulted another wall, nearing the heavy at an agonizingly slow pace, but the soldier was still focussed on the last place he had seen Nate and didn’t turn around. By the time he realized something was wrong, Nate was already on top of him, choking him out. The mercenary panicked and began to flail, but Elena knew he couldn’t escape that headlock and stood up. It was over… or so she thought. In his last seconds of consciousness, the mercenary accidentally pulled the trigger of his RPG, firing the rocket loaded into the barrel. Nate cried out, Elena looked up just in time to see the explosive bearing down on her and jump off of the rooftop that she stood atop. The RPG destroyed the cover she had been behind and would’ve destroyed her too, had she moved a second later, but she didn’t even notice. Elena was hunched over in a position unlike any Nate had ever seen her in. Her heel was jammed between her legs along with both her hands and she wore an expression of pain and immense panic. “Elena!” Nate cried, sprinting over to her. “Are you alright?! What hurts?” Elena’s expression turned from alarm to embarrassment as the desperation passed and she realized that she had been holding herself in front of Nate. She stood up, blushing furiously and sputtering, unable to think of a viable excuse for her posture. “I… uh… well… I just… I was…” she stuttered, stumbling over her words. “I’m… fine.” Her face burning bright red, she turned away from Nate and closed her eyes, trying to force herself over the humiliation. That impact had nearly caused her to wet herself, and, if she hadn’t done what she had done, Nate could have seen her do much worse than hold herself. She decided it was for the best, but… well, maybe she would ask Nate if she could pee a little later. Turning back to face him, Elena brightened up as much as she could, ignoring the fullness of her bladder. “So,” she said, “where’s this secret entrance?” … Chloe Frazer was growing increasingly uncomfortable in her holdings. She’d only been in here for an hour or so, but she had needed to pee since before she had handed the ancient dagger to Nate, and they hadn’t left her a pot or anything to go in. She only hoped they’d let her go soon- if they were going to kill her for letting Nate go, she’d rather die with an empty bladder. She sat in silence, waiting for someone to come get her. She waited, and waited, and waited. By the time Lazarević sent someone to retrieve her, she had begun to fidget every two or three seconds, with her hands constantly pressed into her crotch. The soldier that came to get her was gruff, but when she couldn’t stand without leaking, he began to help her and seemed sympathetic enough for her situation… until he shoved her back to the ground, causing her to leak. The wet spot was visible on the outside of her cargo pants, and her humiliation was visible on her face. The man laughed evilly. “Get up. I’ll be back in a few minutes, and if you’re not up by then, I’ll put you down and tell Lazarević that you attacked me.” He left, and Chloe gradually dragged herself off the floor, stopping just twice to avoid leaking. When she was standing, the fullness of her bladder was much easier to endure, as she could cross her legs more easily. Lazarević’s man put an end to that comfort as well when he forbade her from crossing her legs. And so they marched, a mercenary, with his gun to Chloe’s back, and Chloe, with fists clenched by her sides and jaw clenched, trying desperately to keep her bladder from leaking and wetting her pants further. By the time the two reached Lazarević’s headquarters at the center of the temple, Chloe had only failed to stave off a single squirt, but that squirt had left a wet patch the size of a tennis ball on the crotch of her pants. Lazarević bade her stand in front of him, presumably so he could pace around her as he accused her of betrayal, but as soon as he saw the wet spot on her pants, his anger seemingly vanished and he simply laughed. While someone else may have taken this as a less dangerous situation, Chloe knew better; Lazarević’s emotions could change in a second. She wasn’t out of the woods yet. “So, girl,” he said, seemingly amused, “you seem to be in need of a bathroom.” He walked in a slow circle, assessing her tensed muscles and constant fidgeting, then coming in close. Chloe cringed. “This is why you let Drake escape, yes?” Lazarević waited for her response expectantly, and Chloe considered lying to him for a moment, but when she looked into his eyes, it was clear that he already knew the answer. “No.” “No?” Lazarević asked. “Then… you let him escape because… you have been with him from the start.” “Yes.” “Well then,” Lazarević said, turning away from her suddenly, “we will take you to him! Does that sound good, girl?” Chloe didn’t bother responding. She knew that it wouldn’t matter what she said. Nate was as good as doomed. … Chloe was half marched, half dragged into the chamber below the monastery. The wet spot on her pants had grown to darken the fabric down both thighs on the walk over, but her bladder was still plenty full and the constant leaks had done little and less to removing the constant ache in her abdomen. She was bursting. Nate was clearly horrified to see her, although whether that was because she was Lazarević’s hostage or simply because he didn’t like seeing her need to pee was beyond her. He immediately began to beg Lazarević to let her and Elena go, although Lazarević wasn’t having it. He threatened to kill both the women if Nate wouldn’t open the door to Shambhala. All of this was lost on Chloe, however, who was completely distracted with her swollen bladder, another wave of desperation would hit her every few moments and she would squirm in an attempt to keep it at bay, despite her captors’ attempts to stop her. Despite her distraction, Chloe realized what was going on as soon as she looked up to find a gun pointed at her head. Tears filled her eyes as another wave of desperation washed over her, but she dared not move unless she wanted a bullet between her eyes. Instead, all she could do was stand still and clench to the best of her ability as the pressure on her bladder became stronger and stronger. She ground her teeth together and more tears came to her eyes as sweat beaded on her forehead, but still she refused to move. The pressure on her tired bladder muscles reached unbearable levels, and she began to lose control, a tiny squirt of pee leaking into her panties, but still she couldn’t convince herself to move. The next squirt was longer, and the next escaped her panties, wetting her pants anew. Urine escaped her faster and faster as she stared down the barrel of the gun, unable to stop it. The next time she squirted, her leak didn’t stop and instead became a small stream, warming her leg as it dribbled down. The stream strengthened as her control left her more and more quickly. She felt the warm wetness spread across her butt and down the back of her legs, and heard it patter on the floor. Finally, the stream became a firehose, blasting pee into her pants and onto the floor. She was soaked when the flow finally subsided. Lazarević didn’t miss his opportunity. “Look!” He blurted. “Your companion is so afraid that she wet herself. You really should open that gate, Drake.” “Just do it, mate,” Harry agreed. “Best open it now before somebody gets shot.” Nate seemed to agree, because he sighed and walked resignedly over to the large stone in the center of the room, turning his back to them as he did what he needed to do. Chloe took the opportunity to look down and assess the damage. Her pants were nearly completely soaked. It look almost as if she had showered in them. She groaned quietly, unable to accept that she had wet herself like a little girl. It was only when she looked up that she noticed Nate’s other counterpart, Elena, dancing a desperate little dance, eyes shut tight, legs clamped together around hands jammed deep into her crotch. Chloe was amazed. She has to pee as badly as I did, she realized. She decided that, whatever happened, she would enjoy watching this. … Elena could hardly contain herself. Her bladder was almost unbearably full and she knew there was no chance that she’d be able to empty it in the immediate future, but she held it all the same. Well… held it as well as she could. While she waited for Nate to figure out the puzzle in this room, she had leaked a little bit. But now she was on the very edge. She was dancing constantly despite knowing how foolish she must look to everyone around her, but every few seconds she would have to stop and tense up to avoid wetting herself. She hoped Nate would get the door open soon, so Lazarević would have what he wanted and leave them alone. Then, she could finally find somewhere to pee. For now, though, it was only a fantasy and she’d have to hold it for a while longer. Nate turned away from the stone in the middle of the room to ask for a lighter, and then turned back to it again, setting fire to something that made the room light up blue. Elena stopped squirming for a moment to look around the room, then returned to her dance until a loud rumble made her start, a squirt of pee leaking into her panties, dampening them yet again. NO, she thought angrily. I'm a reporter, damn it! I do more difficult things than this all the time. If I can't hold my pee, I'm no better than Chloe. Despite her determination to outlast Nate’s new girl, Chloe’s accident had nearly destroyed her bladder control. She had held it, but watching the Australian soak her pants and hearing it drip onto the floor had made her squirt more than once. The door was fully open now, and Lazarević’s troops were filing in. Elena was relieved, but only for a moment. The mercenary that had been keeping an eye on her began to push her towards the newly opened gate, to her horror. As soon as she took a step into the room, she knew she didn’t stand a chance. The sound of splashing water was deafening and as soon as the sound reached her ears, her bladder spasmed, sending pee into her panties and, after a few droplets, her jeans. She struggled to get her bladder under control, and, after a moment, managed to stop the flow. She continued to squirm as Lazarević ordered Nate and Flynn to find a way to align the bridge, but she could feel her control slipping away in the face of the water crashing down all around her. Finally, she knew she could hold it no longer. She began to hobble away, desperate to find somewhere to relieve herself with a stream already beginning to escape her, when she heard the hammer of a pistol click behind her. She didn’t turn around; she knew who had a gun trained on her. “Stay where you are, girl,” the voice of Lazarević ordered her. She had no choice but to oblige. Her muscles wavered as she stood, waiting for the sound of the bullet that would kill her, but it didn’t come. Instead, her bladder gave out; slowly at first, then faster and faster. Her stream became a river, then a hissing fire hose. The pee cascaded out of her, dripping down her legs, soaking her pants, spreading across her backside, drenching her like a hot rain. She managed to stem the flow for a second, but all she succeeded in doing during that time was falling to her knees in her pee puddle and soaking herself further. When her bladder was finally empty, she looked slowly around to see Lazarević- not aiming a gun at her, only watching with amusement as the second of Nathan Drake’s companions wet herself. Elena stood up slowly, feeling the droplets that had collected while she sat drip down to collect in her shoes or the existing puddle. She turned and slowly walked back towards Chloe, face burning red, only to find the other girl wearing a smug grin. Elena fixed her with the dirtiest look she could manage, then moved to her side to watch Nate’s progress in connecting the bridge. So that's the story. I know it was a bit long, even longer than usual, but if you made it this far, kudos and thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, feel free to let me know, if you didn't, constructive criticism is welcome as well, and if you have another request for a fan fic, you can let me know in the comments or message me directly.
  9. Yeah, no problem! I had a great time writing it!
  10. Thanks! I really appreciate the encouragement!
  11. Thank you!
  12. Hello friends! I finally got around to writing a sequel, but I figured it was a bit lengthy to post in the comments, so if you'd like to read it, it's right here.
  13. I know guys. "Well, jeez! It took you long enough!" And it really did. If you haven't read the first Dishonored 2 story I wrote, you don't have to to understand this one and it's not all that great, so whatever... but if you want, I'll put a link right here. Anyways, without further ado, let's get into it! ... Emily had been trapped in Kirin Jindosh’s mansion for a very long time. As annoyed as she was at her lack of ability to find her way to her target (or even out of the house), she was even more annoyed with another predicament. She had foolishly pulled a lever almost as soon as she came in to escape the clockwork soldiers that Jindosh had sent after her, and she had no idea how to get out. The space was cramped and she was starting to ache all over from being bent over to fit… and for another reason, a reason she refused to let herself think about. Emily had been trapped in the space between the inventor’s walls for quite some time, and in the cramped space, she had gone from uncomfortable to desperate to positively bursting and her bladder showed no signs of stopping. She stopped her incredibly slow progress to squeeze her crotch and shuffle in place for a moment before resuming at a snail’s pace. She gritted her teeth together and stopped once more, dropping to her knees to get into a more comfortable position. Taking advantage of her new stance, she leaned back slightly and jammed her heel tightly into her crotch. The new move offered her only a moment of respite before another wave of desperation sent her hands flying to join her heel in her attempts to hold back her- No! Don’t think about it! That will only make it worse. After a few seconds, her desperation subsided and she returned to her crouched position and began to walk forward again… if you can call this walking. I’m practically crawling. Emily thought angrily. I’ll never reach a toilet like this… shaking her head, she stopped again, steeling herself for the next few steps. Her feet scraped noisily against the floor and she cringed, praying no clockworks could hear her. If they knew where she was, she’d never get out of here- not alive, at least. Emily looked around, sighing quietly. Still no way out… she thought, exasperated. Another wave of desperation drove her to her knees and her hands into her crotch. She rocked back and forth, silently begging her bladder to let her stay dry. It complied… almost. A tiny squirt of urine leaked into her panties and she gasped as the warm wetness dribbled down to her bottom. The feeling of the droplets warming her underwear worsened her desperation for several seconds and she could feel wave after wave of hot pee battering the dam that was her weakening bladder muscles. Another small squirt leaked, then another, longer, squirt. She could feel her control slipping. She was certain that the pee was visible on her pants, however slightly. She ground her teeth together, tensing everything in her body, trying desperately to keep from peeing anymore, but her control was slipping away. She could hardly contain herself, but after a moment, the pressure finally subsided. She opened her eyes, unclenched her jaw and assessed the damage. A small wet patch about the size of a coin was visible on her tan pants. If she had any more leaks like that, she would be completely soaked. She shook her head irritably and vowed to find herself a bathroom before that happened. All she had to do was find a way out of this damned crawl space, or simply somewhere that it opened up. That would make holding it easier. … Seriously, how is anyone supposed to find their way out of here?! No exit nor taller room had made an appearance since she wished for one nearly ten minutes ago, and Emily was trying to keep calm, but her bladder was distracting her. No further leaks had occurred, but she had gone from a snail’s pace to a literal crawl. From her new position on her hands and knees, she could snap her hands to her bladder in a single second… but her progress had slowed even more and her mobility was at a minimum as well. If a clockwork soldier made its way down here, she was doomed. She doubted that would happen, however, and, at the moment, she was very much interested in the idea of staying as dry as she could, so she diverted her attention to that. The area she was in right now was very thin and long, but she was nearing the end of it. She prayed that around the corner would be an open space or a way out… but she knew it was unlikely. She had been down here a while with nothing of the sort and her hopes were all but gone. Emily was almost to the corner when another tidal wave of desperation hit her out of nowhere. She yanked her hands out from under her and jammed them into her crotch, clamping her legs together around them, and clenched as hard as she could. Her butt, thrust up in the air by her holding tactic, wiggled back and forth as she attempted to keep from wetting her pants. It was no use, though, and she knew it as soon as the first squirt sprayed from her. She could feel it spread across her butt and the warmth made her desperation double. Another long squirt escaped her. She was in utter disbelief- she was on the verge of wetting herself like a little girl! Another, slightly smaller squirt escaped her. She could feel her control slipping away. The next one could hardly be called a squirt, as it continued for several seconds before she got control of it. She felt the hot liquid run down to the middle of her right thigh before being fully absorbed by her pants. She was on the very edge of a full on accident. One of her hands balled into a fist as the other jammed all its fingers into her pee-hole in an attempt to stimmy the flow, but despite her efforts, she felt another small squirt shoot between her fingers, dripping off them and running up her arm. She tensed her muscles for one last stand, and, to her surprise, managed to end the waves of desperation for a moment and stop the flow. Maybe the escape of some pee had lessened the pressure on her bladder. She sat up slowly, but this time she didn’t look at her pants. She knew that she had made quite the mess, but she wanted to see what was around this corner before she gave up completely. Gripping herself tightly and willing her aching bladder to keep from releasing anymore, she crawled the last few inches to the corner and peeked carefully around. To her amazement and relief, she saw a switch, undoubtedly one that would move the house again and bring her back to the surface. She crawled frantically over to it, ignoring the protests from her bladder, and pulled it without hesitation. She waited in anticipation for the noises that meant the house was moving around again, the smiled happily when she heard them. She was about to turn and see where the movement was occurring when she felt something touch her back just above her (now very wet) bottom. The start caused her bladder to leak slightly, but she held back most of it and turned her head to look at what was now pressing down on her rather hard. To her great displeasure, she saw the floor, coming down from the room above and attempting to settle directly on top of her lower half. She rolled over quickly and began to back away from it, but the floor was quicker. It closed the gap between where her back had been and the place where her swollen belly was now with alarming speed, pushing down lightly before she could even begin to move out of the way. She attempted to pull herself free of the moving floor with her arms, but the fit was already too snug and getting worse. All she managed to do was move a couple inches, putting her bladder directly under the floor. It pushed down harder, pressing like a cruel hand against her bursting bladder. Pressing harder and harder, it was all she could do to get her hands under the crushing floor and pull, but it was no use. The floor pushed down more, finally tight enough to squeeze some urine from her aching bladder. She pulled hard, but it pushed harder, smashing her belly against the floor, squeezing her tighter and tighter, forcing her bladder empty like a servant wringing out a wet rag. She pulled again, but the floor lurched, crushing her, now painfully. She yelped, then cried out. This will be the end of me. I can’t believe it. She thought, angry with herself in spite of the pain. Killed because I had to pee too bad to stand up straight. Then, suddenly, it stopped. The floor stopped its descent and started upwards again. Emily was thankful, but confused, until she heard the mechanical voice of a clockwork soldier, yammering about audio detection playback. As soon as the floor had ascended high enough, she squirmed out from underneath it, her bladder sloshing, still plenty full of liquid. Ignoring the protests and the thin stream of pee still leaking from her, she climbed through the (now closing) gap onto the floor above, only to find a clockwork soldier staring at her. She drew her sword without hesitation and blocked as the clockwork swung its blades at her. It overheated and Emily took the opportunity to quickly lop off one of its arms. It cooled off and returned to functionality, swinging at Emily, who nimbly hopped aside, another jet of pee leaking from her. She whined softly, but refocused herself as the clockwork soldier approached again. This time, she simply threw down a stun mine and waited. The mechanical creature walked over it without a second thought and immediately shut down. Emily leapt aside as the soldier exploded into sparks and scraps. She collapsed to her knees, exhausted and desperate. She stuffed her hands into her crotch to stem the oncoming flow, but a jet of pee still shot through her hands, glistening as it soaked her pants further. It’s okay, though. She thought hopefully. This isn’t a total accident yet. I can still make it. I just have to… Her train of thought was derailed as another squirt of hot pee escaped her, wetting her bottom. She gripped herself harder, determined to stop the flow until she could find a toilet. She was so close. She knew it. All she had to do was hold it a little longer. She forced herself to stop squirting and got to her feet. She saw a door, the one that led the way Kirin Jindosh had gone immediately after introducing himself. She tried it, only to find it locked to her dismay. She squealed as her bladder made its discomfort known again, but it stopped short of a leak this time. She turned to go down the hallway she had seen earlier, the one that led to the waiting area, but, to her horror, found it blocked off by a wall of light. She did a small pee dance, but her control was slipping. Another spurt of pee shot from her, wetting her pants down to the knee. She turned in a slow circle, trying to find somewhere to go that may have a toilet, but she couldn’t. The stairs were blocked off by the shifting of the room, the only door in sight locked and the only other exit from the room blocked by a wall of light. She whimpered again, grabbing herself and hopping from foot to foot. This can’t be happening! She begged and pleaded with her bladder, but still she could not contain herself. Her hopes had been dashed. What other chance was there to find a toilet now? And, if she couldn’t, why bother holding it anymore? She could find somewhere to squat and pee, avoiding any further damage to her pants, but it was too late. She hunched over and tensed up, but a squirt of pee escaped her, then another and another. She knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. Another, longer squirt shot out of her, then the next, too long to be called a squirt, soaked her pants to the middle of her shin. She tried one last time to hold it, but after a moment, she gave up. The pee squirts became a stream, then a river, then gushed like a burst dam, soaking her pants, spreading across her butt, puddling on the floor. She fell to her knees, her face beet red and only getting redder when she heard the splash she made in her own puddle. She shook her head and sighed, but nearly choked when the smell entered her nostrils- that of her failure to hold it, of her pee. She supposed this was fine. She could face more clockwork soldiers with wet pants. It wasn’t like they knew the difference between a wet foe and a dry one. There were, however, human guards in the mansion as well… ones that would take great amusement or great disgust in seeing her pants sopping wet. Just one more reason not to get caught. She rose slowly, embarrassed of her accident, but still determined to rescue Sokolov and kill Jindosh. There was no way he would survive her blade after causing something like this. ... Okay, there you have it. I know I got a little longwinded again, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this and I hope everybody enjoys reading it as well. If you did, leave a comment, maybe let me know if you'd like to see more (although I hope not, because that would require me to play more of the game) or see me write about something else. I can probably write about most video games and animes... if you're into that sort of thing. If you didn't like it, feel free to tell me why. Anyways, thanks for reading and I hope you liked it.
  14. Kill Peach, Marry Zelda, Fuck Samus. Easy peasy. Hmm... who should it be next? Are guys off limits? Because mine will be Sonic, Genos and Saitama from One Punch Man.
  15. Oh my gosh! I can't believe I forgot about Danny! Yes... that would be absolutely amazing. You are absolutely right- about him and about Arin ruining things... anyways, he does spend a lot of time shooting Game Grumps stuff, so who knows? Maybe, one day, our prayers will be answered! Maybe he'll tell a story... or maybe he'll need the toilet on the show. But who knows... let's just keep our fingers crossed.