A Heartwarming Saturday

	"Wahahahahaha~"
	I'd heard that laugh so many times, and honestly, throughout the few years I've spent in in Yamaku, my opinion on it has changed.
	When I first arrived, it irritated me to no end. But, as I got to know her this past year, I've realized a little more about her laugh.
	Her laugh made me happy, and to be quite honest, not a lot else did anymore. I don't know when the change of perspective on this began, but I didn't mind.
	It was saturday afternoon, moments after the half day bell rang, and I was prepared for a day at the dorms with her. I took a step outside, and admired the sky, absent of clouds. The sun shined brightly, and there was a bit of a consistent gust of wind in the air. In short, it was beautiful outside.
	After changing into a small, white, silk blouse and green cardigan, with material much like a quilt woven by your grandmother, I slipped on a pair of black flats, and headed to the lounge by the front of the female dormitory. As I expected, nobody was around.
	Except for her.
	Even while sitting, Misha's bubbily personality is still so easy to see. Maybe she was excited to be waiting for me, because waiting comes with anticipation, or maybe, just maybe, she was nervous.
	Either way didn't matter, I was just happy to see her.
	"Hanachan, you're late~" Misha pouted.
	"O-oh, I'm s-sorry,"
	I didn't mean to be late, I just wanted to look my best for her.
	Even though the chances are she didn't want to look her best for me.
	"I'll excuse you this one time, but if it happens again, I'll just eat your share of lunch too."
	"L-lunch?"
	"Well, of course, Hanachan, it's the middle of the afternoon. A girl's gotta eat!"
	I didn't expect there to be food. This made me nervous. What if I spilled something? What if the way I eat grosses her out? I was becoming anxious, and my cheeks flushed with red.
	"Hana, is everything ok?"
	"Y-yes, I'm just s-surprised."
	"Alright, well, dig in!"
	Misha took out a small dinner tray, and handed it to me. It was wooden, with a glass lid, and smelled delicious. It had three compartments, one taking up half the space, and the others taking a quarter each. Inside the entree section of the tray, was steamy brocolli and chicken over white rice. On the side, there wa-
	Pudding.
	There was pudding?
	Why pudding?
	Of all things she could have picked to go with this, she picked pudding?
	"Wahahahahaha~" Misha laughed.
	"I knew you would be startled by the sides, Hanachan."
	"N-no it's n-not that it's j-just.."
	"Don't worry, it isn't what you think it is. Go on, take a bite."
	I grabbed the small plastic spoon on the table, and dipped it in the "pudding"
	After raising it to my mouth, it's smell entered my nostrils.
	I hadn't smelled it before, and I'm not sure why, but now I figured out what exactly was about to be eaten by me.
	It was feces.
	Misha's feces.
	I put a small bit in my mouth, and the flavor gave chills in my jaw, and down my spine. Misha gave me a smirk of recignition, realizing what was going on with me.
	"How about we head back to my room and finish eating, Hanachan."
	After arriving in Misha's room, she wasted no time in tearing my clothes off. I didn't expect this, and I had objection to it, being that I was nervous about my first time, but it felt fine with Misha. I didn't know how to explain it, but whenever she'd look me in the eyes while doing this, I would feel a sense of security.
	Isn't that all someone needs?
	Another person with a face that you can stare at for hours on end, and feel comfortable?
	Misha raised my chin to her face, and rushed forward. Her tounge made contact with the inside of my mouth, fluttering inside, and looking for a partner with which to dance with. That partner was my tounge, and I kissed back, following her tounge in circles and circles, writing my name inside her mouth with my saliva.
	"It's time for the main event, Hanachan!"
	Misha slowly marched her fingers down the sides of my face to my hips. My entire body was getting chills from her nails lightly scratching at my sides.
	Her teeth clenched on my panties, and as she moved her head downwards, they came off, freezing me, as the release of all the heat down there convected upwards, and the cold air in the room replaced it.
	Misha's tounge entered unexpectedly, and the fluids inside of me came rushing out. I was wet as a fountain, and there was nothing I could do, I couldn't even move, thanks to the amazing skill Misha used with her tounge. Misha's fingers crept behind my legs and on to my buttocks, and I felt her spreading it, and inserting a finger into my ass.
	My body erupted in euphoria and pleasure. I could feel my legs wobbling, and I could feel my nipples becoming erect. I had no cares in the world, Misha was making me feel great, and I wanted to feel even better.
	Soon, I felt that hunger become a reality as climax aproached. My knees wobbled, my ass clenched, and I felt the amazing rush of fluids that I had only read about on the internet.
	I was cumming.
	Misha moaned as I grabbed her hair and held it in my hands, squeezing tightly to reduce myself from screaming from pleasure. There was no turning back, the fluids kept coming, and I couldn't have wished for more. I felt amazing. However, something else was brewing.
	During my mindless climax, I hadn't realized that I was also beggining to pee. It came out in a little squirt at first, and finally, ended with a large burst of urine, showering misha with my scent.
	"Oooh Hana, more, piss on me more!" Misha exclaimed.
	So I did, I continued to cover Misha. When I finished, Misha turned me around, and bent me over.
	"Now it's time for me to feel good," Misha said.
	I heard the zip of her pants.
	I heard them drop to the floor.
	I heard the light flutter of her panties falling on top of her pants.
	And then I heard Misha's hand grab something.
	What was she grabbing?
	I turned around, and my eyes widened in disbeleif. In Misha's hand, a large, pulsing cock was coming from where her vagina would have been. Her balls were swollen up, and extremely fat in size. It made my mouth water, but Misha would save that for later.
	Misha grabbed my hip with one hand, and inserted her hard cock into my pussy with the other. Chills ran up and down my spine. Blood rushed to my head. The simple insertion of her cock was enough to make me lose my sanity, but it didn't stop there. Here cock slid past my opening, and brushed up against my clitoris. Misha began thrusting, slowly at first, but gaining speed with each consecutive thrust. My mind started to go blank, my body started to go weak. I was her toy, and she could do whatever she wanted with me. Misha continued to thrust harder and harder, and in reaction to this, I pushed my ass against her cock, letting her hold my hips without having to pull back on me.
	Then, I felt a strong pulsing from her cock, and I heard Misha grunt weakly.
	"It's coming Hanachan, get ready!"
	"Fill m-me with it,"
	"With what?"
	"F-fill me w-with your c-cum, M-misha"
	Right then, I felt a flood being let loose into my vagina. I felt her cum bounce into my womb, filling me up, and it kept flowing until Misha took her huge cock out.
	I wanted more.
	I turned around, and grabbed her cock, sucking on it as hard as I could, and lifting my head up and down. I took her cock out, and slapped it against my face, begging her for more.
	"More cum," I pleaded. "Give me more of your cum, Misha!"
	Misha smiled approvingly and grabbed the back of my head, forcing it on her cock. I continued to suck as hard as I could, taking time to caress her balls with my hand. A few minutes later, I found her weak spot. I took the cock out of my mouth, and slid my tounge up and down her shaft, and finally, spinning it on the tip of her cock.
	"Here it comes, Hanachan!"
	Once again, Misha's cum exploded from her cock. This time, in my mouth. I could feel it shoot into the back of my throat, and I swallowed each corresponding load of cum that Misha shot from her cock.
	I began to piss again, and this time, Misha wanted to receive it herself. She forced my head off of her cock, and squatted down, pushing me downwards and opening her mouth for the urine I shot out.
	"More, cover me more in your filthy stench!" Misha screamed.  "Your other hole. Use your other hole!"
	Misha pulled me on top of her, forming a general sixty nine position. I squeezed my hips downwards, and grunted.
	I could feel Misha's breath on my ass as a large torrent of diarrhea spouted from my asshole and on to Misha's face. I could hear her licking and sucking at my shit, and she began to insert her tounge into my ass, as the shit just kept flowing, and flowing, and flowing.
	My hips gave out, and I collapsed on top of Misha, satisfied, and exhausted.

	After a quick shower together, we both lay on the bed, facing each other, with her eyes looking upon mine.
	I was happy, she was happy, and that's all that mattered.
	As I allowed my eyes to close, I felt her lips on mine.
	A kiss. After all, what is a kiss?
	It is a seal of a tender promise.
	It is a secret whispered to listening lips.
	"I love you, Hanachan."