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Aisha

Aisha Clan-Clan:
An officer of the Ctarl-Ctarl Empire, Aisha graduated 2nd in her class at the Ctarl Royal Space Academy and became an ambassador. After an incident involving Gene Starwind-the captain of the most advanced ship in the galaxy- in which she let a notorious outlaw slip by her, she was forced to stay on a remote living area as punishment. After many weeks of searching, she finally found the Outlaw Star and-after much deliberation-became one of the crew. She is hotheaded, beautiful, part Cat, and a member of the strongest known race in the galaxy. Though strength is sometimes relative.

“Ah! Finally, time to just relax! Get away from those guys and that ship and have a little fun for once.”

Aisha Clan-Clan sat immersed up to her neck in a pool of molten earth, soaking in the feeling of a truly hot spring. She wiggled her toes and stretched her arms luxuriously above her head, feeling the most immense calm she had felt in ages. Save for one thing…

“Hmmm…that figures, the second I get nice and relaxed I have to use the bathroom! Grrrrrrrr. Nya?” She looked around slyly for a second. “Can’t let that pervert catch me getting out of the bath…can’t deny that’s why he came here…nope, no doubt”

Due to her superior hearing and senses, Aisha knew there was no-one around for a good while; but she was sooooo comfortable; she could have slept where she sat were it not for the pressure in her nether regions.

“Oooooh! Damn it! I guess I’m not wearing a swim suit… I may as well…just a quick check” She looked left, then right, then up, just to make sure no-one would catch her; even though it would be impossible for anyone to tell in the boiling magma. She concentrated for a second.

“Nya.” She bit her tongue in between her teeth and let her bladder loose. She suddenly felt immensely relieved. “Aaaaah! That’s more like it! Now I can really relax…wait a sec.”

A very soggy feeling immediately followed her feeling of release. “Eww! It feels like I just…Oh no…Oh no ohno!”

The catgirl shot bolt upright in her cot, her mouth wide open and her pupils constricted. She stared at the wall directly in front of her. She was still onboard the Outlaw Star, she hadn’t left since she lay down to finally get some sleep for the night. The warmth of her dream, though, had given way to a different kind of heat. Small beads of tears formed in the corners of her shocked eyes.

“No. No way there is no way.” Was all she could whisper to herself. Tentatively, as if expecting the wetness on her legs to simply be imagined, she looked down.

She was wearing her favorite pajamas, they were soft, baby blue fleece with chibi kittens on them. A dark spot covered her crotch, her thighs, and-judging by the squish when she sat up- the small of her back and entire rear end.

“YAAAA….mmmmf!” Aisha screamed in frustration, as she usually did when things went bad, but clapped a hand over her mouth. The last thing she needed was the whole crew to come running and see that she had wet the bed.

‘Oh no! No No No!’ Aisha thought furiously to herself, ‘This can’t be! I’m a Ctarl-Ctarl! How could I do this? No! Forget it. You were just sleeping too hard. Yeah! It was a hard day. That’s it. It happens to everyone! Maybe it was the food. The garbage these Terrans eat!’

Aisha calmed herself down and got up, making sure not to drip on anything. She couldn’t help herself from whispering “Ewwwww, this is so gross!” As she removed her top, pants, and soaked panties and threw them in her hamper.

“I’ll just take a shower, get everything in the laundry, and everything will be alright.”

On the galley of the Outlaw Star, Aisha breathed a sigh of relief; no-one had said a thing.

She had gotten her bed and her clothes cleaned without anyone catching a thing. Melfina (the ships navigator) and Jim (The ship’s child prodigy and computer engineer) had come along in the hall while she was carrying her still-dirty clothes and sheets to the washing machine, but they passed by with a hello. Melfina had asked if the Ctarl-Ctarl needed any help, but Aisha declined.

After she had finished stuffing everything into the ship’s washing machine, she had just sat down and was prepared to have a hearty breakfast. Before Aisha had even picked up her fork, though, the ship’s A.I., Gilliam, had decided to speak up.

“Alert! Alert! I have an enemy ship on my radar closing in fast. It appears to be a pirate-class grappler ship.”

The ship’s captain, Gene Starwind- A slacker of the highest order, but also a very accomplished fighter- was also sitting down for his morning coffee when the alarm went off.

“Alright guys; everybody to the bridge!” He had shouted, taking off in that direction himself. Aisha had grumbled, but grabbed a coffee and a handful of bacon and ran after him, eating quickly along the way.

“Stupid alerts, messing up my meal. Let’s kill these guys quick and get outta here.” Aisha grumbled. Her stomach wasn’t feeling completely normal, but she ignored it, there were pirates to take care of.

The battle progressed as usual. The pirate ship was no match for the Outlaw Star’s superior…everything. Aisha fulfilled her role, working the weapons systems with the reserved assassin Suzuka directly opposite of her. Gene, as was expected, drove the ship through a pattern worthy of the best dogfighters. Loops and spins that would make a roller coaster pale riddled the battle as they clashed with missiles and melee weapons from the other ship. The acrobatics did nothing to help feeling in her stomach it had not gone away, and Aisha was currently holding her stomach weakly, mildly distracted.

“AISHA! PAY ATTENTION! WE NEED ONE MORE BARRAGE ON YOUR SIDE!” Gene shouted a little overzealous. Aisha was caught by surprise, but now saw the enemy ship heading right at her side of the cockpit. Her finger rested on the trigger until it was perfectly in her sights. The targeting computer beeped.

“Gotcha! Nya? Uurk!” Pain doubled Aisha over as though she was going to be sick, her hands let go of her trigger to grab her stomach. By luck or by skill, Melfina took over and fired the missiles at the last second. The back-blast rocked the ship but Aisha did not care. The pirate ship exploded to pieces and the Ctarl-Ctarl Officer writhed in her seat. Gene unbuckled and hopped over to her while Gilliam went over a damage report.

“Damage to the ship is minimal. We are down to 86% missiles.” Gilliam said with his usual indifferent, proper voice.

“Aisha! Aisha! Are you alright?” He asked in a voice uncharacteristically filled with worry. Tears streamed from Aisha’s eyes as she showed increasing pain.

“NYAAAA!” She shouted pitifully.

“Quick! We need to…”

THHBLORPT!

Surprise rushed to Gene’s face as he was cut off in mid-sentence by the most unladylike sound ever to come from Aisha Clan-Clan -- and that was saying a lot. The Ctarl’s cheeks turned a brighter red than Gene’s hair and she looked straight ahead with the same shocked expression that she had worn that very morning.

Mess was pushing its way unmarred into the back of Aisha’s skintight pants. She thought it might go on for only a second, but the warm, soft muck kept on coming, and was filling the whole of the back of her pants, stopping only at her waistband and the bottom of her rump (that at least she was grateful for) so none of it came spilling out.

The silence pressed on Aisha’s sensitive ears, and she found herself wishing that everyone would simply point and laugh at her than just stare at her so awkwardly.

‘Maybe they hadn’t seen yet? Ohno, surely they can smell it.’ She thought. ‘Oh gods no! I didn’t do that! Not in front of everyone!’ Her breathing increased as panic creeped into her brain along with realization of what she had actually done. ‘I’ve just got to get up and head to my room.’ She began to get up.

Melfina was the first to speak. “Aisha? Are you alright?” She shifted her position in the navigator’s tube she was contained in to get a better view. The rest of the crew remained speechless

“Yes I’m…” The soiled warrior’s lip trembled slightly and tears formed in her eyes. “I’m fine…I uh…” She stood up from her gunner’s seat with a very audible squish of the mess in her pants. She choked back a tear. “I gotta go.” She speed-walked from the deck, hoping there wasn’t a stain on her rear or the chair.

Jim looked back at Suzuka with a confused look on his face.

“Uh, Suzuka, what was that?”

The silent assassin simply shook her head and stood up. Following Aisha’s lead and leaving the cabin. Jim turned his gaze to Gene, who shrugged.

She was always so annoying, constantly bragging about the superiority of the Ctarl-Ctarl. Thank you for giving her some god damn humility.

Thanks for writing an outlaw star themed story! Keep up the good work

Heh, you certainly got her personality down, nice one!

Well you know, as an author, you simply need to get in the head of the character you are ripping off...Nah, but thanks alot though all.

I am finally motivated to finish a project! huzzah!

Chapter 2

Aisha got back to her quarters and slammed the door, locking it tightly. She felt like crying, but her pride kept her from making a single sound. On top of that, she didn’t want to make herself feel like more of a child than she already did. She set about cleaning herself up.

She peeled off the ruined pants and underwear she was wearing and threw them into the incinerator, then went about wiping as much of the mess off her body with disposable towels before jumping in the shower and scrubbing thoroughly. Thinking the whole time what everyone was going to say. She couldn’t take it any longer, and she screamed her frustration out in the privacy of the shower.

“I can’t BELIEVE what happened! How!? How could this happen to ME!?” she howled, gritting her fangs and not caring if the room was soundproofed. There was a sudden knock on the bathroom door. Aisha clapped a hand over her mouth.

The door opened, and Suzuka entered, followed by Melfina. Aisha Became very quiet, she turned off the water, fruitlessly thinking that would make them go away.

“Aisha?” Melfina echoed her question from the deck. “Are you
alright?”

The Ctarl’s answer was quick and reflexive, if a little sharp. “I’m fine!”

Through the misted glass of the shower door, Aisha could make out Melfina making herself comfortable on top of the toilet, while Suzuka moved closer to her. The twilight assassin’s face blurrily showed no emotion.

“You know, that was nothing to be ashamed of Aisha.” Suzuka stated in a very calm voice. Aisha bit her lip hard as her eyes started to sting in shame. “It happens sometimes to people, and even Ctarl-Ctarl…”

“No it doesn’t!” Aisha interjected angrily. “The Ctarl-Ctarl are a superior race to humans! We do not have fear or weakness!”

“None the less,” Twilight Suzuka continued, unmarred by the other-racial outburst. “We were worried for you, including Gene. We are all simply hoping that you are in good health.”

“I’m fine!” Aisha said again, now a little miffed that she was standing stark naked and having a conversation sopping wet. “Now hand me a towel.”

Melfina obliged with a reserved “Here ya go.”, and soon the catgirl was standing with the other two women, both her head and her body wrapped in a towel. She shook slightly, very much like a perturbed housecat and looked hard at Melfina and Suzuka.

“Now you two listen, and you can tell Gene this too. Nothing happened, and I am perfectly fine. I am a Ctarl-Ctarl! I need no help and I will be just fine from here on Thank you!” She finished this statement with a bit of a defiant glare. Suzuka turned to leave and Mel sat up behind her.

“As long as you are alright, we’ll be going.” She walked silently out the door. Melfina, however, lagged a little behind, half out the door, as if a little shy of something. She spoke so her voice was barely audible.

“Um…Aisha? I promise I won’t tell anyone about your wet bed either.” And she was gone.

“WHAT!?!?” But Melfina was already out the door. “NYAAA!! DAMNIT!”
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“Attention Outlaw Star,” The voice over the ship’s PA system boomed, “You are cleared for landing at dock 7.”

Once they had docked, Gene gave everyone the plan.

“Alright guys. We’re gonna be here a few days, we need some supplies, fuel, and if we have enough, we’ll top off on ammunition.” He popped off his seat belt and stretched as he stood up.

“Not to mention these port fees are ridiculous! I swear if we aren’t run into the ground by pirates it’ll be the people we owe money too!” Jim said with his usual cynicism.

“Hey, don’t worry about it, it’ll work out. Maybe there’s a few bounties on this place, it’s a pretty big asteroid for once.” Gene said, lazily placing his hands behind his head and moving out the door.

“Lazy ass! That’s what he always says!” Nonetheless, Jim Stormed after him, with Melfina close in his wake. Suzuka followed silently after.

Aisha stood up, and her stomach growled mercilessly. “Ooooh…I need some food… Into town then! Nyahahaha!” She dashed out the door and straight into Gene, who was waiting on the other side of the door. She was always surprised that he never fell over when she ran into him full tilt.

“Hey, Aisha, I need to promise me something before we get into town.” He said with that usual grin on his face.

“What? What could it possibly be that you’re keeping me from eating right now?” Aisha snarled. “It’s very dangerous to get between a
Ctarl-Ctarl and their food you know.”

“You have to promise me that you’ll find some way that you won’t have another ‘accident’ on the ship like yesterday.” Gene said, not showing the slightest amount of discomfort. Aisha’s pupils dilated, she bared her teeth for a second, then struck a very self satisfied pose.

“For your information Gene Starwind, That was a onetime occurrence and was brought on by the garbage you humans eat. Rest assured that I am still superior to you and there’s nothing to worry about.”

Gene grinned and retorted smoothly, like he always did. “Alright, if you say so Aisha, just make sure you get some Ctarl food or something in town alright?” But Aisha was already dashing down to the main street of the town. Gene sighed. “Sometimes I wonder who’s more of a kid, her or Jim…”
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Aisha walked around downtown, searching for some restaurant that looked good, but Gene’s words did keep bugging her for some reason. ‘Find a cure he says. HA! As if that will ever happen again. Ooh! That place looks good!’

She forgot about Gene and ran into a fancy looking restaurant. She did have plenty of money on her, so a meal wasn’t out of the question unless it was over 800 wong. But she had a feeling that wouldn’t be a problem.

Fortunately, The menu was reasonable, so she ordered everything. “What’s the point of eating if you can’t keep eating?” She said to herself as her table was laden down with mounds of food. “And all this for only 200!” She finished eating in record time, so fast actually that several of the people at the other tables stopped eating their meals in order to watch the spectacle of seeing a Ctarl Officer chow down. No sooner had she finished and paid than she left the place, stuffed to bursting.

Suddenly, Aisha felt a slight squeeze in her lower stomach. It was growing stronger by the second. “Wow, I need to find a bathroom…” She dashed back along the main street, looking for a shop that might have a restroom. She dodged into the Grocery Store and headed for the back. She saw the door, painted pink with the word “Women” written on the front. She was one step away when…

“Aisha! Hey!” She froze in her tracks by instinct. She turned and saw Melfina waving at her. With the navigator was Jim Hawking, looking for the best prices on food to put into the basket. Aisha opened her mouth to say Hi back, but froze.

The smallest of spurts released into her panties as she felt her bladder release ever so slightly. The Catgirl’s cheeks flushed red as she dashed into the swinging door. There were 5 toilets, 4 of them had signs saying “Out of Order” on the door. The pressure in her crotch was almost far too much to bear. She dashed to the only one without a sign, it was thankfully unoccupied. Small spurts were again going into her panties as she fumbled with her belt. It seemed stuck fast. She pulled on it hard to get it free to loosen it. Not a millisecond after she did so did she think two words

“Bad idea…”

The extra push was all her abdomen needed to let go completely. Warm liquid came spilling down her legs. First at a trickle, then a full torrent. She stayed standing, frozen in embarrassment, and watched the light yellow puddle grow larger and larger beneath her feet. Tears streamed down her face in relief and shame. Her bladder finished emptying and she fell, as if exhausted, onto the toilet, a shocked expression on her face. She simply let the tears flow from her open eyes as her brain stayed blank, unable to think of what to do next.

She slowly looked down. Her pants, underwear, and most of her miniskirt was completely soaked, and the puddle was beginning to run down to the drain in the floor. Her eyes drifted to the small opening between the stall door and the floor. Aisha’s heart stopped as she recognized the feet of Melfina, standing there.

Melfina Knocked. “Aisha? Are you in there?”
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CLIFFHANGER!
There will be diapers in the next chapter. Tell Me what you think.

Except of course for the incontinence, you've really managed to reproduce the feel of Outlaw Star surprisingly well.

Thank you. That's kind of what I'm going for. I notice alot of little details, so might as well put it to work

This is a great little fan fiction you've got going here.

You've done a good job finding the character voices, which is usually the most important part in a fan fic. You also have a believable tie in for ab/dl content; especially with someone as full of themselves as Aisha. Didn't see any glaring grammar or spelling mistakes, so solid start so far. Hope to see more.

Really looking forward to the next chapter, bro! Keep up the great work!

I got a third chapter for yeh, I've got it right here *shows fist*

Chapter 3

Aisha bit her lip as hard as she could. She was sitting on a toilet in a public bathroom, she had just wet herself tremendously, and her ship’s navigator was standing right behind the door of the stall.

Melfina knocked once more.

“Aisha?” She said in her usual quiet voice.

The Ctarl-Ctarl put both hands over her mouth, held her breath and lifted her feet, trying to make it look like there was nobody in the stall. Melfina still lingered, hanging around for a second, convinced there was someone in the silent stall. She turned, her footsteps echoing on the tile floor and the door to the restroom creaking as it was opened. Aisha gritted her teeth tightly.

“Hmmm, I guess she went out the back.” The shy girl said to herself before walking out once again to meet Jim.

Aisha collapsed her feet back to the floor and let out a very heavy breath. If she hadn’t already completely emptied her bladder, that tense few moments would have done it. Slowly, the catgirl’s mind refocused on her present problem. She looked down at herself again.

The initial warmth of the urine soaked into her pants was fading rapidly, and it was starting to smell. She had no change of clothes, and someone else could walk into the bathroom at any moment. There was really only one thing to do.

The Ctarl officer stood up bowlegged and tossed some toilet tissue on what was left of the puddle that had since gone down the floor drain. She slowly opened the door of the stall, looking left and right to make sure there was absolutely no-one on the room, then crept quickly to the full length mirror near the door and assessed the damage.

A wide dark streak ran down the entire length of the inside of both her brown leggings and the bottom of her skirt. No matter how she shifted, there was always a sufficient amount of wetness showing. ‘That rules out just walking out the door. NYAA DAMN! How the hell am I going to get out of here!?’

Aisha knew she couldn’t keep standing there, who knew when someone else would come through that door. Or worse! Melfina again! She couldn’t let anyone see her like this. She took a deep breath and dodged out the door.

A brown, white and green blur sped across the hall containing the bathrooms and slammed into the Janitor’s closet. Knocking it open and continuing to the back wall, where she stopped lightly and looked around. The door closing with a click.

“Well that was lucky, I didn’t think there’d be a room here.” Her eyes lit up instantly as they fell on a set of coveralls slung over the handle of a broom on the opposite wall, next to the door.

“Nya ha! More luck! I’ll be out of here no problem.” She started to take off her pants. “Wait a sec; if I take this off and come back in overalls, then they’ll KNOW something happened. I’ll wear them to someplace I can clean up these clothes. It’ll be like it never happened! Ooh Aisha ClanClan you are a genius!” She pulled the dry clothes on over her wet ones. She checked her rump and-satisfied they weren’t soaking through- walked out the door.

It’s an odd sight seeing a Ctarl-Ctarl in anything but their tribal garb, but for some reason everyone she passed seemed not to notice her. ‘At least this was better than walking out wet…’ She thought to herself as her underwear squished a little uncomfortably. ‘Well, almost.’

Despite herself, trying not to move too much should a dark spot appear on her crotch, she found herself looking around a bit. She was walking down a very large aisle filled entirely with Pharmaceuticals. Everything from medication to toothpaste to tampons was in this aisle, and it seemed to stretch forever; rows and rows of it. She swept the entire area with her eyes once more and froze, her pupils locked on a package three rows from the bottom on her left side. Ideas instantly ran through her head.

‘No way Aisha. That’s crazy. There’s no way it should be that easy…’ The catgirl said to herself.

‘Yes it could be! It’s so simple!’ She argued back. ‘And no-one would ever know!’

“Maybe…” She reached out gingerly and grabbed the package. The plastic yielding softly under the claws on her fingertips. The Package was purple and white with some blue lettering on it. It read: Overnite Adjustable Underwear; 20 count. Size Small.

Aisha’s cheeks immediately turned red and she put the package back.

“I will not. They’re for babies.” She said defiantly, but quietly. But even as she said it, pervasive images drilled into her thoughts. Images of being laughed at for a stain on her crotch or a large lump in the back of her pants. She bit her lip in indecision, then looked around.

“I’ll just take a quick…” She slit open one side of the package and pulled out one of the briefs. It was packed tightly, so she unfolded it to examine it. The padding of the thing was white on the outside and inside, while the sides were a very deep purple with small adhesive strips. She squeezed it, and it didn’t seem thick at all, actually only a little thicker than her underwear now.

“Hey! Maybe I coul…” She began, slightly enlightened, but a loud, abrasive voice from behind her cut her off in mid sentence.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” A large, balding clerk stormed down the aisle toward her. Aisha looked at him, torn between running and attacking. She turned to face him, then noticed she was still holding the Overnite Underwear in her hand. She blushed slightly.

“Well?” He said, tapping his foot. Aisha swallowed her rage at him not being frightened of a Ctarl-Ctarl Officer.

“Why you!…” She gritted her teeth, paused to collect herself, and talked through them politely. “I was just going to buy these sir. Some privacy would be appreciated.” She gave a very fanged grin, and the clerk backed off a step.

“Sorry Miss. My mistake …ummm…enjoy your day.” His last three words were accompanied by very quick steps back down the aisle he came from.

Aisha grinned again. ‘Stupid Terrans.’ She then replaced the brief she was holding to the pack and grabbed a small travel box of alcohol wipes (“I’ll definitely need to clean off.”). Walking up to the register at the front of the shop, no-one dared look at her again, (“What are you looking at buster?”) . She paid grudgingly (“50 Wong!? Are you serious!?”) and slung the bag over her shoulder as she walked down the street, looking for something along the lines of a Laundromat.

A large sign, hung with gaudy neon letters reading “Laundr-O-Rama” seemed a prime candidate. Aisha walked, slightly subconsciously, inside and into the back. There was a bathroom, and though there was only one toilet and a lock on the door, the Ctarl was still a little edgy, considering her recent experience. She walked in anyway and closed the door. It locked automatically while the sign flashed to “Occupied.”

“Now, this itchy thing comes off…” She removed the coveralls and stood once more in her soiled clothes. Fumes hit her sensitive nose in a warm wave and she instantly recoiled from her own smell. Unfortunately, it also sent her head straight into the wall. A pit was knocked into it, but she barely seemed to notice.

“Blech! that smells terrible!.” She covered her nose, removed her boots and peeled off her leggings and underwear at the same time. “Eww! They’re sticky!” She shuddered and proceeded to remove her top as well -seeing as it was connected to her skirt- and tossed it all in a pile in the sink. Standing stark naked, she cracked open the bottle of alcohol wipes and wiped down her bare nether-regions and legs, three times. She still thought she smelled like urine, but it was probably the clothes in the sink, and after 3 wipe-downs, there’s not much else you can do but shower. She shrugged.

Aisha stood there for a second, feeling both very clean and very naked, and reached for the coveralls. She paused, the package of Absorbent Underwear caught her eye, and she had a thought, loudly as usual.

“Well, I don’t want to ruin my backup clothes. No! Shut up! There’s nothing left! And there’s nothing wrong with…” She froze instantly as a deep grumble came from her gut, and not the kind from hunger. She sat directly on the toilet and waited, but the feeling passed.

“NYA! Alright! I’ll do it just in case…” She squared herself up to the package, as if she expected it to leap up and start attacking her, and snatched up the brief she had unfolded earlier. Finding the small label that read ‘Back’ she slipped them on. They pulled up like underwear, though they had the potential to be put on otherwise, but she was in a hurry.

The only problem was her tail. Ctarl-Ctarl had long catlike tails that came straight out of their tailbones (go figure) and these overnite pants being for Terrans, didn’t exactly accommodate. She used a claw to carve out a small hole near the waistband and pulled her long tail through.

She clawed at the tapes for a moment before they came loose with loud snaps, so after every one she fixed into place she checked the door, as if peering through it to make sure no-one was watching.

She synched the garment down snugly and stopped for a second to admire her handiwork. It fit nicely into her curves and went about up to her bellybutton. She ran a finger along her rear end and looked in the mirror over the sink at the thing.

“I didn’t think it’d be so…comfy. It’s like being in bed. But just my…Nya never mind.” She gave herself a sly grin in the mirror and put on the coveralls. “I’ll get away with this thing yet.”

Wrapping up the clothes in a wad and picking up her bags, she walked out nonchalantly and loaded everything in the washer farthest to the back. An hour later, after washing and drying everything, she went back to the bathroom and replaced her now clean clothes. She tossed the coveralls on the trashcan, readjusted her pants again and looked very subconsciously in the mirror once more.

“Hmmm, with the skirt on, I really can’t tell…I think. No! No one will notice! The only one that might look at my ass is that pervert Gene, and if he says anything I’ll knock him out! Nyaha!” She struck a sudden triumphant pose, walked out the front of the shop and headed down the road once more with her package slung over her shoulder. It was time to meet up with everyone and check into the hotel for the night. Things couldn’t be better.
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Hope you like it so far.

Very good story. Can't wait to see where it goes. Keep up the good work!

Hehehe...grumbly gurgly tummies make me very happy.

Welcome perverts and connousieurs of fanfiction

Alright, this one's kindof a long one, but hopefully that won't stop you guys!



Chapter 4

At a downtown Hotel, Aisha ClanClan stands, a proud member of the strongest race in the known universe, waiting to get her room.
Unfortunately for her, there is a slight snag.

“What!? Are you kidding?” Aisha glared at the clerk with her teeth bared slightly. The man cowered slightly but stood his ground.

“N-no ma’am! That’s what the redhead guy said. H-he said to tell you that…um…” He picked up and checked the note on his desk, reading from it. “Um… Aisha and Suzuka share a room; Jim and Melfina share the other. I’ve got things to do so I won’t be staying here tonight. And if you’re reading this to the Ctarl-Ctarl, tell her to suck it up because we’re broke as it is.”

“Nya damn him! I’m a Ctarl-Ctarl Officer! I demand my own room!” Aisha slammed her fist down on the desk, shaking the entire foundation of the building. The clerk crouched behind the desk with his hands over his head.

“Sorry! But we’re all booked up! I don’t have another room to give you.” He said from under cover, as if afraid to return fire in an intense battle.

“Grrrrrrr, damn that Gene again! He’ll pay for this.” She looked around angrily, as if expecting the slacker captain to pop out at any second, then came to her senses. “Nya? Oh. What room is it?”

A shaking hand popped out from behind the desk, holding a key. “Here, room 20. It’s just up the stairs.”

She snatched the key and stormed up the steps.

“Other things to do? We’ll probably find him in some bar missing his wallet again. Stupid letch.”

She found the room, right up the stairs, just like the clerk said, and immediately opened it. It was a good size; there were two beds, one on either wall, and a small kitchenette on the back wall. Suzuka wasn’t in yet.

“Well that makes this a little easier…” She dropped her bag of clothes she had picked up from the ship on the floor and cast around slyly, as if checking for surveillance. She pushed the package she was holding under the bed on the left side of the room. She pushed it all the way back to the wall, so you’d have to actually look for it in order to find it.

Satisfied with her hiding place, she stood up and stretched, yawning widely. From her pants came a very small sound as her skirt started to ride up.

*Crinkle*

Aisha’s hands immediately shot down to her waist and readjusted her skirt, her cheeks going a deep crimson. She had by no means forgotten she was wearing a diaper, but the fact that it had reminded her like that unnerved her slightly.

“I guess I’ll check if Jim and Melfina are here.” She walked toward the door, noticing for the first time that her legs were pushed apart slightly by the absorbent garment, making her walk a little awkwardly. “Wait a sec…I didn’t…”

With her keen nose, she couldn’t smell anything awry, so that excluded one thing. She cast around again, this time a little more cautiously, and lifted her skirt to her hips. Pulling down the front of her pants, (she had not put on her underwear, for fear it would simply bunch up and look awkward.) she looked for a second at the front of the diaper.

Its white plastic covering seemed the same as when she had put it on, if a little more squashed from being in her tight pants. She held her breath for a second, then pulled the elastic slightly so she could look down the front at the fluffy stuff inside. She sighed.

“Bone dry…wait…”Sometimes just looking can be tricky, she wanted to be completely sure.

Feeling a little naughty, she took her left hand and stuck it down the opening. The softness of both her skin and the padding felt nice. She reached all the way down in between her legs, squatting slightly to open up the area between her legs. “Yep, completely dry.”

From behind her, the click of a key sliding into a lock resounded in the Ctarl-Ctarl’s perfect hearing, and she almost froze in fear. Her hand, as if it had a mind of her own, whipped out of the diaper and her pants quicker than a laser bolt. She pulled down her skirt and turned just as Suzuka walked into the room.

As usual, a very balanced expression graced the Twilight Assassin’s face. She was holding a paper bag. She looked for a second at Aisha, then took the bag and set it down on the right hand bed. Aisha’s face was red, and she seemed ruffled. Suzuka smiled slightly.

“My apologies. I’ll knock next time.” She said in her usual tone.
It took a few milliseconds for the comment to register in the slightly disoriented Aisha’s mind. Then it hit her like a lead weight.

“Hey! Hang on! That wasn’t…” She stammered for a second, then cleared her throat and put on her royal air. “For your information, that wasn’t anything like what you think it was.”

“Of course, how very inconsiderate of me.” Suzuka’s voice level didn’t change a single decibel, she sat on the bed, looking at Aisha with her dark, lucid eyes.

“Exactly! I knew you were smarter than that!” She turned and bent over to pick up her bag from the middle of the floor, feeling satisfied that she had put Suzuka in her place. There was a pause, longer than usual, between the last comment and the expected retort from the other woman.

“Your skirt’s caught.” That infuriatingly calm voice sliced into her good feeling like a white hot blade.

Aisha stood up quickly, abandoning her bag and turning to face the Assassin with a flustered look on her face. Her hand moved to the small of her back. She pushed aside the long white ponytail that snaked to her feet and felt around with her clawed fingers. The elastic from the Overnite Underwear was poking out the top of her pants, and had indeed snagged the hem of her skirt, leaving the waistband of the thing completely visible. It had probably happened when she lifted up it to check herself.

Suddenly, Aisha felt a little less dry. She gasped slightly and bit her lip, trembling slightly. She seemed unable to bring her eyes to meet Suzuka’s face for a split second, then gritted her teeth and looked at her dead in the face. The older woman hadn’t moved, she was simply sitting there in the same position, her red and white kimono completely unruffled.

“You. Didn’t. See. Anything.” Aisha said with finality, yanking down the back of her skirt. Making sure to enunciate and put special emphasis on the word anything.

“See what?” Suzuka said, her eyes closed.

“EXACTLY!” Aisha shouted, pointing at the calm assassin.

She snatched up the bag in one quick motion and walked as dignified as she could without waddling to the bathroom and immediately locked the door. She then dropped her bag on the counter and took a deep breath. With a quick look around, she dropped her pants to her knees.

There was a small patch of yellow on the crotch of the diaper. Instantly her brain kicked into overdrive.

‘Damn! I can’t believe she scared me like that! Nya! I don’t even have to go! What the hell is wrong with me?’ She growled to herself and took the rest of her clothes off. ‘Oh man! The rest are under the bed! I don’t want to go to bed like this! But I can’t go out there if she’s still there…maybe she left.’

The door creaked loudly as she pushed it open not even an inch. Suzuka was up in the kitchen, she seemed to be making tea. She looked up as the door opened and started turning to the bathroom.

“Meep!” *SLAM* Suzuka ignored the noise and went back to her tea.

‘Well that’s not going to happen, I’ll just have to make due.’ She ignored the slightly humid feeling in her crotch and put on her pajamas. They were baggy, pink, and had pictures of cherries all over them. They covered up the diaper sufficiently, so after checking her back at least three times, even going as far as to raise her hands above her head like she was yawning.

“Perfect!” She said to herself. “The perfect crime.” Walking out once more with her triumphant air, the lights were already put out, and Suzuka was sitting on her bed once more, this time in her under-kimono. Aisha paid her no heed and simply lay down in her bed. She yawned widely and closed her eyes.

“Nyaaaa…G’night Suzuka.” She said sleepily; ready to sleep like she hadn’t slept in hours.

“Sleep well Aisha.” The assassin sliding herself in between her sheets.

But Aisha was already dead asleep.
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Aisha was swimming, in the ocean. She hated swimming. She was wearing a Bikini and treading water. Her tanned skin was gleaming in the sunlight and her body ached to be dry, like she had been out for a while.

All around her there was water, and land was miles off in the distance. It was a balmy paradise, complete with palm trees and sun chairs on the beach. It was beautiful, but the catgirl had to swim to get there.

“Grrrr, I hate swimming! Oooh! Coconut drinks! Damn!” She began to swim, using the rationale that she was already wet. The Island seemed fairly close, but as she swam toward it, it seemed to get just a little farther away. Not only that, the more she swam, the more she started feeling a sudden urge.

She had to use the bathroom. Badly.

“I’ll hold it! I can hold it!” She kept swimming to the island, but with every stroke she took, the Island jumped away more, and with every stroke, the squeeze in between her legs increased exponentially. Her eyes began to tear.

“I can hold it! I won’t go!” She took ten more strokes and had to stop. The pressure in her bladder reaching maximum, and she was getting very desperate.

“NO! I won’t go here!” She jammed her hand in between her legs and squeezed her legs together. But as soon as she did that, she began to sink. So she took her hand out and tried to swim a little farther, keeping her legs crossed as tightly as possible.

“One more stroke…One more..NYAAAA!” Tear were streaming from her eyes and she was getting red from exasperation and desperation. She began treading once more and burst into tears.

“I don’t want to! I don’t want to wet myself!” She sobbed loudly, her inhibitors shutting down instantly, she simply cried. It was hopeless, there was no way she was going to make it, and she didn’t care, she didn’t care if she drowned or made it to the island or anything.

Like the hands of god, something lifted Aisha out of the water, something strong and warm feeling. It lifted Aisha over to the beautiful island and put her gently on the sand. She stopped crying in amazement and looked to her left, there was a bathroom right next to her.

“Thank you.” She whispered, running inside. She came out a couple minutes later with her swimsuit dry (comparatively) and her pride intact. She smiled her fanged smile and lay down on the beach for a second, feeling the wind go through her hair.

“Wait a sec, there’s no wind. That means…”
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Aisha’s eyes opened quickly, as they always did when she was woken up suddenly. Fingers were stroking her hair gently., and her head was no longer on her pillows, it felt like it was elevated on someone’s lap.

From the feeling between her legs, her diaper was very, very wet; and the worst was still to come.

Her eyes shifted upwards, like she expected whoever it was to disappear and this to still be a dream. But no. There was the person stroking her hair.

It was none other than Twilight Suzuka, the most feared assassin in the universe, dragging her fingers softly across the Ctarl’s face and silently and holding her like she was a scared child. Aisha’s mouth started working before her brain did.

“Oh god…”
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MORE CLIFFHANGER! BEHOLD! Nah, just kidding. Tell me what you think!

Awesome so far, I look forward to seeing more! ^_^