Editing Fapfics (Warhammer High) (section)

==Victoria’s Secret==
DISCLAIMER: This was floating around on my harddrive for almost a year before i brute-force finished it while drunk. I'm not really too pleased with the ending but i can't be arsed to exand on it any more.

This had not been a good day for Victoria, and it was getting worse by the minute. First a mind-numbingly dull lecture on hive-agro economics, then a three hour long unprepared test in applied realspace physics that she was sure she had flunked spectacularly and on top of that all the school’s bathrooms had been closed off due to a break in the block’s water main. The school had of course arranged with several port-a-johns while the water main was being fixed but Victoria had opted out on those. She wouldn’t call them “icky”, as some of the other girls had phrased it, but she had still refrained from using them for the whole day on pure principle.

That last fact was now making itself noticed as she was walking home. The psedoweather had thrown a screwball today and, despite it being only late autumn, the streets were slick with the aftermath of a freezing rain. She had thought of calling for a pick-up but the weather had cleared up nicely just as her school day had ended and besides, walking home did burn a bit of calories. 
Not that burning calories was her main problem right now. No, her main problem at the moment was that her nether regions reminded her, and painfully so, every step she took that she hadn’t been to the toilet today at all. With the street still slippery she had to walk with outmost care not to slip on the thin sheet of ice still clinging to the sidewalk, making every small step a mental and physical test of endurance.  

Victoria managed to get about halfway home before the pseudoweather decided to go on the fritz again and an unexpected gust of wind blew her off balance. That in itself wasn’t enough for her to fall over, but coupled with the fact that her mind was more concentrated on controlling her bladder that her balance and it was the last straw that broke the ambull’s back. 

One short aerial moment later and Victoria was sitting on the cold, slick rockcrete. No, it wasn’t cold. At least it wasn’t as cold as she had thought it would be. It almost felt… warm. Warm, and definitely more wet than it looked. One moment later and Victoria was blushing with shame over what she had done. 

She quickly stood up and resumed her walk home; desperately hoping none of her classmates had seen her in her moment of weakness, especially the twins. If they had seen it half the school would know about it by tomorrow. What would her cousins think? That she was a pervert? That she was a deviant? Still, it almost felt… good. Forbidden, yes, but still so very good. 


--The next day--

Victoria had called in sick and now had the entire house for herself, since her father, Fulgrim, the Primarch of the III Legion, had been called away to urgent business concerning some upstart alien race or another making trouble. Now she stood in the large shower in the splendid bathroom right next to her room and couldn't make up her mind. What she was about to do would be considered taboo, and what if her father found out? It would surely net her a stern and shameful talking-to from her father if he found out. 

She really wanted, no, NEEDED, to do this, though. That feeling of doing the forbidden, of breaking this taboo felt so good. She had already gone through several bottles of water and could now feel the familiar sense of pressure in her nethers. She ran a hand over the only piece of clothing she had on, a pair of purple panties with gold trim, the colors of her Father's Legion, of her Legion. How would it feel to just let it go? Would she feel ashamed, even though no one could possibly know? Would it still feel as good? Victoria decided that there was only one way to be sure. 

She spread her legs and as the pressure in her bladder became almost painful she unclenched her muscles and opened the floodgate. At first there was nothing, then a small damp patch began spreading across her panties. A second later it was a small trickle. One more and she felt the wet warmth running down both her legs. This felt even better than yesterday. This felt exhilarating, like a high she never knew she needed before. Victoria caught a handful of her golden stream with one hand and poured it over her perfectly sized breasts.  Gingerly she worked her other hand underneath her now thoroughly soaked panties and felt her sex, slick with wetness and the last drops of urine.

Her hand lingered there for a second, just feeling the wetness against her skin before she plunged two finger inside herself, their passage made smooth and easy by her own anticipation and the residue of golden liquid. 
She did not last for very long before falling to her knees, her legs buckling under her by the force of her orgasm. She didn't let that stop her and it was only after her fourth shaking orgasm that she took her now entirely soaked fingers out of her snatch and licked them clean from her juices. 

After a quick shower, and tossing her panties in the laundry bin, she donned her luxurious bathrobe and lounged on her large bed, still weak in the knees from her experience. This was something she definitely had to try again some other day.