((Sorry for the lack of updates–I’ve been working on this baby! It’s not a part of the main adventure, just a pesterlog I’ve had on my mind for quiet some time.
Contains dubcon, mind control, wetting, and a whole lot of desperation.))
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–arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling adiosToreador [AT]–
im looking for someone (preferably another girl) who will tell me to drink more, talk to me about flowing rivers and about peeing to make it worse, find me links to the sound of trickling water, and just generally be a gorgeous jerk. message me for my kik.
ALSO: if anyone is into a ship with tavros (like tavris or gamtav) and would like to do it with me rping tavros, that'd be dope too!
You sit back, squirming and shifting, and read over the messages. They seem a little bit rude, and you decide that, seeing as you're desperate for her help, you'd better be more polite.
((*apologizes profusely for absence and begs followers for forgiveness*))
((so i was unexpectedly thrown into some serious drama a while back and ended up taking a huge break from the internet. i'm sorry for having left you all hanging. [not to mention poor tavros ;)] i'll try to get started on some new segments as soon as i can.))
Whoever this Fussyfangs person is, you want to give her a big hug, or maybe throw yourself at her feet in graditude. Well, actually, both of those things sound like they'd compress your abdomen a little too much for comfort, but still.
Who is that, anyways? Fussyfangs, outfit, meddling...
Oh, right, Kanaya.
KANAYA.
You're moving so fast to talk to her that you almost end up clicking Nepeta's name instead.
Hi, I certainly cannot speak for the mods of omostuck on this matter because I am not them, but I run homeorashi and I just wanted to let you know that I track the omorashi and the peestuck tag in addition to homeorashi, and tagging all your posts with my omorashi blog's url gets sort of redundant in my tracked tags. Generally that tag is for people who want me to see something or reblog something. Please do not put every single one of your posts in it, it makes things confusing. Thank you.
((Ayayi, that was fairly thoughtless of me. Got it.))
Relieved--ok, yes, you get the irony of claiming to be relieved--you decide to try to rush through this as fast as you can.
AT: wHAT'S UP,
AG: Oh, the usual. Irons in the fire, scheming and plotting, weaving my many we8s.
AG: 8ored off my ass, 8asically.
AT: oH, uHH,
AT: tHAT SOUNDS LAME,
AG: Tell me a8out it!!!!!!!!
AG: Why do you think I'm here?
AG: I've got to try to m8ke myself feel 8etter 8y taking a look into the life of someone truly, deeply lame, to his very core.
AT: uH,
AG: So. What's 8een going on with you, Tavros?
AG: Playing un8elieva8ly shitty card games for wrigglers? :::;)
How does she know this stuff? Just looking at the saucy emoticon makes you squirm--not just because it has an annoying way of making your face warm, but also from the odd fact that everything she's saying about you is seeming to make the situation in your bladder worse. You uncross your legs to press them tight together, suddenly aware of sweat under your arms, and try to type out a good response.
AT: iF THAT'S THE PERSPECTIVE, fROM WHICH YOU LOOK AT fIDUSPAWN,
AT: tHEN i GUESS, yES,
AG: Oh, perfect!
AG: Why don't you tell me aaaaaaaall a8out it, Pupa?
Because she'll pick you apart and mock you and it'll be utterly humiliating, that's why. You give an impatient groan, jiggling your legs. How to get out of this one? Maybe just give her something brief.
AT: iT WASN'T REALLY, sO INTERESTING,
AG: Well, duuuuuuuuh.
AG: There is literally no such thing as an interesting game of Fiduspawn. Never has 8een, never will 8e.
AG: Doesn't mean I don't demand the full scoop, shitty and worthless as it may 8e.
It's official; something about the nervousness and embarrassment she generates in you is making you feel flustered and swollen and full to bursting. You have to get her off your back, somehow. You type out a reply with shaky fingers.
AT: i REALLY JUST, dON'T SEE WHY YOU WOULD EVER WANT THAT, vRISKA
AG: Oh, ho ho, WOW.
AG: Someone's pissed off, huh?
The word choice is enough to make you grab your crotch so hard it hurts and drop your head down again with a soft moan, legs pressing together tightly.
((Sorry for the lack of updates--I've been working on this baby! It's not a part of the main adventure, just a pesterlog I've had on my mind for quiet some time.
Contains dubcon, mind control, wetting, and a whole lot of desperation.))
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--arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling adiosToreador [AT]--
AG: Puuuuuuuupa.
AT: oH,
AT: oK, uHH,
AT: hEY,
AG: Wow, sorry, is this a 8ad time?
AG: I’d really h8 to interrupt whatever 8um8ling, half-8aked plans you’ve got going on.
AT: nO, i MEAN,
AT: i HADN’T PUT ANY PLANS INTO MOTION, sO,
AT: yOU’RE NOT DISRUPTING ANYTHING, tHAT ACTUALLY EXISTS,
AG: Oh, good. What a relief.
AG: Now I can settle down for a nice, long chat with a clear conscience. :::;)
AT: rIGHT,
AG: So.
AG: What’s up, Toreadum8ass?
AT: nOT A LOT, rEALLY,
AT: iS UP WITH ME,
AG: Snoooooooore.
AG: Surely there’s something happening in your dra8 little life that merits discussion.
AT: uH,
AG: Why did I expect any 8etter?
AG: What’s it like to be consistently 8oring and 8land? How is it you haven’t driven yourself cr8zy yet?
AT: uM,
AG: Not even a su8stantive answer to that simple question, huh.
AT: uHH,
AG: Wow, this is unresponsive, even for you.
AG: Something on your mind, Pupa?
AG: Weighing heavily on it, due to its low capacity?
AG: Well????????
AT: cOULD, i ACTUALLY,
AT: gO DO A THING, mAYBE, qUICKLY,
AG: What?
AG: No way!!!!!!!!
AG: I gave you an easy out earlier and you 8l8antly turned me down.
AG: You 8n’t wriggling out of this one, Tavros.
AT: i’M NOT TRYING, tO WRIGGLE OUT OF THIS ONE,
AT: jUST, tO DO SOMETHING, tHAT’S KIND OF PRESSING,
AT: i’LL COME RIGHT BACK, aFTER,
AT: sO WE CAN RESUME CONVERSING,
AG: Pretty rude, don’t you think?
AG: A8andonning me just so you can go take care of some personal 8usiness?
AG: What’s so important that it can’t w8, anyways?
AT: uH,
AT: iT’S,
AT: sORT OF PRIVATE,
AG: Ohhhhhhhh, really.
AG: Well, that decides it.
AG: No way do you have my permission to go until you tell me what it is you’re leaving to do.
AT: bUT, i MEAN,
AT: iT’S NOT SOMETHING, yOU’LL WANT TO HEAR ABOUT, pROBABLY,
AG: Try me.
AT: uHH,
AG: Out with it.
AT: i,
AG: Spill, Pupa, spill!!!!!!!!
AT: aLL IT IS, iS,
AT: bEFORE YOU MESSAGED ME, i WAS,
AT: sORT OF,
AT: aBOUT TO,
AT: uM,
AG: Yes????????
AT: uSE THE ABLUTION CHAMBER,
AG: WHAT!?!?!?!?
AG: Hahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!
AG: That’s the 8ig secret, that I interrupted you 8efore you could go take a piss?!
AT: yES,
AG: Wow, ok.
AG: Sorry for my strong reaction, 8ut I just wasn’t prepared for such high-level, extreme lameness!
AG: You continue to outdo yourself, Toreadork.
AT: oK, bUT,
AT: nOW THAT YOU KNOW, cAN i GO, nOW,
AG: Hmmmmmmmm........
AG: Nope.
AT: bUT,
AG: You can w8 for the space of time necessary to have an engaging, stimulating convers8ion with me.
AG: I’m sure of it! I 8elieve in you!
AG: Think of this as an exercise in self-control.
AT: iT’S JUST,
AT: i’VE BEEN WAITING, fOR REALLY, a PRETTY LONG TIME, aLREADY,
AG: So what’s a few more minutes?
AT: i MEAN,
AT: i GUESS THAT MAKES SENSE,
AG: That’s the spirit!
AT: oK,
AT: sO, uM,
AT: wHAT IS IT, yOU WANTED TO DISCUSS,
AG: Oh, I don’t know.
AG: There’s a whole wide world of topics out there! Lengthy, time-consuming topics.
AG: In fact, just the process of settling on one might take quite a while.
AG: 8ut we’re not in any kind of rush, right, Tavros?
AT: uH,
AG: The correct answer is no, Toreadoofus!
AT: nO, wE’RE NOT IN A RUSH,
AG: Good 8oy. :::;)
AT: uM,
AT: mAYBE, sINCE WE KNOW IT’s GOING TO TAKE A LONG TIME,
AT: wE COULD GET STARTED, oN PICKING A SUBJECT,
AT: sOONER, rATHER THAN LATER,
AT: mAYBE,
AG: Wow, you really have to go, don’t you?
AT: uHH,
AT: iT IS, pRETTY URGENT,
AT: yEAH,
AG: Hahahahahahahaha.
AG: Pretty funny to think a8out you squirming around in your chair!
AG: All 8rown in the face, legs crossed.
AG: Is that what’s happening, Tavros?
AT: uHHH,
AG: Tell me, or I’ll find out for myself.
AT: tHEY’RE NOT, cROSSED,
AT: mOR E JUST, i GUESS,
AT: cLOSE TOEGTHER,
AT: aLSO, i’M NTO SURE, aBOUT MY FACE, bUT,
AT: iT, fEELS KIND OF WRAM,
AG: Yeah, I’d 8lush if someone caught me in this pickle, as well.
AG: Good thing for me that I’m way 8etter at planning ahead than you are. I used the load g8per just this morning.
AG: Using the load g8per is gr8, huh?
AT: uHH,
AG: Especially when you’ve 8een a8solutely 8ursting!
AG: Nothing like a long, relieving piss.
AT: cNA WE,
AT: tALK ABOUT A DIFFERENT THIGN NOW,
AG: What, you’re saying all this talk of pissing is boring you? ::::(
AT: nO,
AT: iT’S JUTS,
AT: dITRACTIGN,
AG: Hey, what’s with your typing???????? It’s like you’re only using one hand.
AT: uHH,
AG: Oh, GROSS.
AG: No way are you holding yourself while you’re talking to me, sicko!!!!!!!!
AG: 8oth hands on the key8oard, now.
AT: bUT,
AG: Easy way or hard way, Toreadork?
AG: Do you really want me t8king control right now?
AT: oK, i’M NOT,
AT: dOING THAT, aNYMORE,
AG: Good.
AG: I don’t care if you’re a8out to lose it, 8n’t no way I’m gonna sit here talking to you while you fondle your crotch.
AT: vRISKA,
AT: i REALLY, rEALLY HAVE TO GO,
AT: cAN i MAYBE, jUST,
AG: Nope.
AT: bUT i,
AG: You can w8, like I said.
AG: Or, if you need me to, I can m8ke you w8.
AG: It’d 8e my pleasure.
AG: I’ve asked you for an enriching and well-rounded convers8ion and you’re going to give me one.
AT: oK, sO,
AT: cAN WE MAKE THE CONVERSATION, tHOSE THINGS,
AG: Well, it’s not my fault you’ve 8rushed off every potential su8ject I’ve 8rought up!
AG: I thought our load g8per discussion 8efore was pretty thought-provoking.
AG: Any kind of indoor plum8ing is interesting, really.
AG: Faucets, drains. Running water.
AT: vRISKA,
AG: And natural 8odies of water are pretty cool too, don’t you think?
AG: Oceans and rivers.
AT: vRISKA, i,
AG: Splashing, trickling streams.
AT: pLEASE,
AT: pLEASE, i’M TRYING, bUT,
AT: i DON’T THINK i CAN WAIT,
AT: CAN i GO, pLEASE,
AG: Think you said please enough?
AT: sORRY,
AT: i JUST,
AG: Mm, I know. Can’t w8.
AG: Just wish I could see you right now.
AG: 8et you look priceless.
AT: oK, bUT,
AT: dOES THAT MEAN,
AG: How many times do I have to say no 8efore you get it?
AG: No, never mind. I don’t think it’s gonna get through.
AG: How a8out I add some clout to my point?
AG: May8e........
AG: Yeah, that should do it.
AT: pLEASE,
AT: sTOP,
AG: Not my fault you lied a8out crossing your legs 8efore.
AG: Pretty pathetic that you needed me to take control in order to make you true to your word! They're pretty far apart now, aren't they.
AG: And 8y the way, will you can it with the pitiful, tortured act?
AG: I’m in your head.
AG: I can tell you’re enjoying this just as much as I am.
AT: i HAVE TO GO SO BAD, vRISKA,
AG: You’re gonna piss yourself, you know.
AG: I can feel it, all that tension and fullness. You’re so close to soaking your jeans.
AG: It’d 8arely require any effort from me to make you do so.
AT: dON’T,
AG: What? No way.
AG: I’m way too interested in finding out what your 8reaking point is.
AG: I’ll feel it, too. When despite all that dancing and squirming and pleading, you start to lose it.
AG: May8e just a few dri88les and spurts at first, 8ut pretty soon, all out pissing.
Tavros: Pester Vriska, despite your better judgement.
You decide, though you wish it wasn't so, that you'd probably better at least see what it is she wants. Swallowing, you click on her flashing troll tag.
--arachnidsGrip [AG] began trolling adiosToreador [AT]--
AG: Puuuuuuuupa.
AG: No response, huh? You're usually so o8ediently prompt! I must 8e losing my touch.
AG: If you won't respond, we can always do this the hard way. :::;)
There's nothing for it. You squirm uncomfortably in your seat for a whole mess of reasons, before starting out on a response.
A little pling from your husktop gives you great idea for passing some time; responding to those messages you've allowed to build up all day. Maybe your friends can offer some counsel.
You walk over to your desk and almost unthinkingly plop down, stopping yourself when you remember how very uncomfortable your jeans made you just from bending over. You decide to undo the button of your fly to alleviate some pressure, and do so, hissing in a breath when your accidentally put some extra pressure on yourself with a fumbling hand, but letting it back out slowly as you get your button undone and your bladder is able to expand, just a little.
A hopeful tug at the zipper to see if it's changed its mind is unfruitful and rather disappointing.
Sitting down sends a few mild shock-waves through you, but nothing too major, and once you've got one leg tightly crossed over the other, it's not any worse than standing up. (You try to not think about how very uncomfortable standing up was to begin with.)
You open up your chat client and see who's messaging you. Hmm... his meandering, easy way of talking might be good to distract you, and he might be up for a slam, but he probably won't be of much help; she's one of your nicest friends, but you're not sure you have the wherewithal to roleplay and her advice is probably limited to litterboxes and trees; oh, you definitelydon't want to talk to herwhen you're in this state, but if you don't answer soon, she might t8ke control, and that would be even worse.
Nope. You are not noticing the bottle of water next to Tinkerbull. You are not thinking about how much water, not to mention Faygo, you just had to drink and how most of it's probably not even in your bladder yet. You are not thinking about how good it would feel to piss into that bottle, even just enough to fill it back up, let yourself relax for just a moment, if only you could get your pants down.
You are not doing any of those things, because that would make you have to give yourself a little squeeze and maybe kind of bend over slightly, which, completely coincidentally, you just so happen to be doing right now.
