A Night in Titan's Tower | By : Poowrite Category: DC Verse Cartoons - Teen Titans > AU/AR > FemmeSlash Views: 6690 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Raven tip-toed silently but hurriedly across her darkened room. Unbidden by any physical force, the automatic doors slid open as she approached. She winced slightly. The hissing seemed abnormally loud in the dead silence that gripped Titan's Tower late at night. Waking her sleeping friends was not something she intended to do. She doubted that the simple hissing of the automatic doors would be enough to stir them, but given her present condition, facing them was something she wanted to avoid.
The doors hissed again as they closed behind her and she briskly trotted down the dark hall. Her feet padded softly against the cold metallic floor and she brushed an unruly strand of dampened hair out of her eyes. A chilly sheen of sweat covered her body and the pressure to reach her destination quickly was increasing rapidly.
She took a quick left, and stepped into a small room. Across the door, in bold red letters, was the word “Bathroom.” Softly, she closed the door behind her and flipped the light switch. Reaching the zipper that held her dark blue jumpsuit together with her hands was nearly impossible, so she utilized her power instead. Relaxing as much as she dared, she reached out with her mind and found the tiny clasp. Immediately, a black hue surrounded it and it began descending.
The zipper quickly unzipped itself, stopping near her lower back just above her buttocks. She tugged her arms from the tight material and pulled it completely off, revealing her thin, attractive form. Despite ashen skin, she was quite a lovely girl, in her own way. Her lavender eyes and hair managed to compliment each other, as well as draw attention from her pale skin. Her face was nicely formed and her coy but infrequent smiles added a bit of slyness to her appearance. She was under weight, but her body was attractive and well developed. She hugged herself tightly to fend off the cold as she headed for the toilet and by the time she'd reached it her pink nipples were becoming erect.
But it wasn't her body, or rather her physical appearance, that dragged her from her slumber. She plopped on the cool seat as quickly as she dared and finally allowed her strained sphincter to relax.
A wave of thick, watery muck flowed from between her cheeks and flooded the toilet. It was hot. In the back of her mind, Raven though it felt like expelling watery chili. A mixture of brown liquid and particles of partially digested food splashed loudly and continuously into the pool below, and a pungent odor managed to defeat the room's floral freshener. As the rush subsided into a drizzle and finally ceased, her bowel rumbled audibly as if to thank her for allowing it to relieve it's load. Finally, a thunderous wet fart ended her wave and she buried her face in her hands.
Diarrhea. Raven hated having diarrhea.
Through years of training, Raven had managed to gain almost complete control of her body; both physically and mentally. She could decide when she needed to do almost anything. Normal human needs like sleep, hunger and even using the restroom were easy for her to suppress for hours. Having the runs changed that. When her bowels were loose, controlling the urges became almost impossible and she became ruled by her body's need for frequent trips to the toilet. Further, the cramping, bloating and gurgling as well as the possibility of a sudden attack made any sort of deep meditation difficult and risky. And lastly, it was humiliating; hence her desire to keep her condition from the other four Titans.
Raven reached for the half-empty roll of toilet paper after finally deciding that she was finished. She spun cylinder and yanked several squares of the thick, padded paper free. She wrapped her right hand in the tissue and slid it gingerly between her cheeks. It slid easily and came away covered in a wet, light brown substance. She dropped the used wad into the water and reached for more. This time, however, she was forced to roughly wipe and rub the sensitive skin to relieve the incessant itching and burning the followed such an attack. After a third and forth wipe, to ensure cleanliness, she stood and flushed. She watched, disgusted, as the brown mixture spun faster until it was gone and had been replaced with clear toilet water.
She washed her hands with a generous amount of soap and warm water, pleased that the air freshener was again the dominant smell in the room. She quickly redressed, using her powers to re-zip the difficult outfit. Finally, switching off the light, she headed back to bed.
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