Sayori's Filth Route

"By the way, Anon, what do you think of purity?" Monika asked

"Purity? Why bring that up?"

"Well... I'm just wondering, are you disgusted by certain sexual behaviors? Personally, I sort of drink the purity Kool-aid, but I don't mean to begrudge anybody who doesn't. I just have certain feelings about the way people should present themselves."

"I can relate to that. While I wouldn't call myself a purity nutcase, I wouldn't really like it if somebody just started broadcasting their fetishes to the world. There's such a thing as propriety."

"Thank you Anon. I'm glad we agree." Monika giggled.

***

The next day, Sayori was late again. Anon almost left without her, but she came running up. There was something strange about the way she was running.

"Thanks for waiting~ I can't wait to see what you've written today." Sayori was fidgeting a bit.

"Is something the matter Sayori?"

"Hee hee! No, I'm just a little distracted! I probably drank too much water."

"Ah so that's what it is."

Sayori looked even more fidgety now. There was a lull in the conversation.

"Why didn't you just... you know, go before you left?"

"Uwa! Don't police my peeing habits! That's something only a-" She stopped talking suddenly.

"Only a...?" Anon continued, trying to get the rest out of her.

"It's nothing! I'm just saying you know, stop talking about pee when you're talking to a girl!" Sayori was really embarrassed.

"I mean, I was just suggesting you take care of business in a tactful manner. You're the one namedropping it. Anyway..."

"Uuu...." She said. "I didn't want to leave without me, that's all! You should be thankful a girl is willing to pee herself if it means she gets to spend time with you!"

"Alright we can keep talking about it if you want. I was gonna change the subject."

She quickly began gesturing to me "Nonono, that's okay! Moratorium on pee. The next person to say the word pee gets a chop to the head!"

"I feel compelled to bring up the fact that you're still the only person who's been namedropping it, and if you really want to change a subject, just allow it to be changed."

She shut her mouth and nodded.

***

Anon put down the poem Sayori wrote.

"Sayori, what has gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?" She said nervously steepling her fingers.

"I'm just saying, I'm sensing a theme with you today."

"I-I just thought it'd be a relatable subject matter..."

"It's not the kind of thing I would normally associate with your writing though. I mean, I do see your writing style in it, but it kind of conjures up some... inappropriate imagery."

"Um..." Sayori seemed to be a bit downcast at that.

"You know what? I'm sorry. I'm probably just saying that because of the incident this morning. You shouldn't feel bad about this."

"Really?" She said, perking up.

"Yeah. It's a good poem. Sorry about what I said earlier."

"It's okay!" Sayori put on a show of happiness.

When the poetry sharing was over, the club began to discuss the festival. Monika declared that they would all practice saying their poems aloud. There was a certain mischevious gleam in her eye.

Sayori kept looking at him whenever he would take a sip of tea. When it was her turn to present her poem, she let herself get into the spirit of it. The expressions of the other club members told him everything he needed to know.

'So it wasn't just me then.'

"I guess a poem's true meaning comes clear when you say it aloud huh...?" Natsuki said, uncertain.

"What do you mean by that?" Sayori said, knowing full well what she meant by that.

"Sayori, you don't need to worry about a thing." Yuri said, comfortingly "Even so... you might want to pick a different subject matter for the festival. How about that lovely poem you wrote earlier in the week...?"

"Ah... so nobody likes my poem then..." Sayori said, a bit dejectedly.

"Don't misunderstand!" Yuri said quickly. "I liked it, it's just a bit... well..."

"It's not crowd friendly." Anon said, helping her out.

Yuri breathed a sigh of relief. "Yes, that's a good way of putting it."

Natsuki coughed. "Well, everybody writes something weird at some point or another. Sometimes it's bad not to let it out of your system, so I'm glad you felt comfortable sharing that with us."

An awkward silence pervaded the room.

"I'll go next..." Yuri said, moving up to the front.

***

"I really made a fool of myself today didn't I...?" Sayori said.

"...Yeah, you kinda did. Are you okay?"

"I guess this might be a result of a different problem..."

"What do you mean?"

"Um... tell me something... I'm just kind of wondering..." Sayori paused. "If you had to choose between walking to school in silence, or walking to school and hearing me say embarrassing things, which would you rather hear?"

"I would never want you to be silent. Wouldn't that defeat the purpose? I mean, you can't exactly talk about whatever you like. But if you need to express yourself, I'll support it even if I don't get it. That okay?" Anon still felt like she was acting strange, but he decided it was important to make her feel less alone.

There was a strange expression on her face, then a smile.

"I'll definitely do that. Ehehe." There was something ominous about that giggle. Anon tried to ignore it.

***

Sayori's bag was extra thick the next day. Their conversation was really quite mild, almost impressively tame really. But it made Anon feel a little better that she got up on time today. Maybe this was the start of a new good habit.

An hour and a half before school ended, Sayori bumped into Anon again. She offered him a "purple" flavored water.

"Hey, I'm gonna be a bit late to club today, I have something I need to take care of!" Sayori jogged off.

"Ah! Okay...?" Anon shrugged. What was up with her. He drank the mixture as he entered his next class.

Before club began, Anon had the sudden irresistable urge to urinate, so he headed for the one closest to the clubroom. As he entered, a boy in a ballcap stood at the center urinal, which forced Anon to pick one of the adjacent ones to him.

'What's with this kid? Doesn't he know urinal etiquette? Were there two people in here beforehand?'

Anon stared at the wall next to the kid. Maybe he just didn't know. It didn't really matter. Anon finished peeing, washed his hands and left for the clubroom.

Sayori arrived a few minutes late, as she had said. As she entered, Anon was beginning to suspect something about her.

Anon confronted her when it came time to share poems.

"Say, Sayori. What exactly is the reason you were late today?"

"Ah... I just, you know, had to... you know, talk to a professor about something."

"Do you mind if I look through your bag?"

Sayori's eyes widened. "Th-that's kind of a breach in privacy don't you think!?"

Anon opened grabbed her bag. She tried to get to it first, but he snatched it away. He quickly unzipped it under his arm as he fended her off with his other hand. In her bag lie the smoking gun - a ballcap and a boy's school uniform. He looked back up at her in a mixture of smug affirmation, annoyance, and a hint of concern.

"So. You wanna explain this? Awful suspicious, wouldn't you think?"

Sayori was beet red. "I... um... C-can I explain myself later? Tell the others I'm not feeling well, okay?"

Sayori fled the room without her bag.

***

Anon brought her bag with him when club ended. 'This is all so surreal... I can't imagine any explanation that would make sense here.'

Anon let himself into her house and went up to her room. He knocked on his door. There was a bit of movement, and Sayori let him in the room.

It smelled... different.

"Hi Anon...!" She tries to force a smile, but she's clearly concerned about what I discovered. "You haven't come over in a long time."

"It's a bit messy in here isn't it?"

"If you came here more often, maybe it'd get clean."

"Yeah... maybe I should clean it for you." With the way it smelled in here, Anon wondered if her recent facinations would start making her sick.

"I guess I should explain myself." Sayori looked unenthusiastic. "This is all my fault. If I didn't get so weak and accidentally expose my true self, then I wouldn't have done something so disgusting."

"What on earth are you saying? What happened to you? Until I know I won't be able to stop thinking about it."

"You're wrong. Nothing happened to me. I've always been like this. You're just seeing it for the first time."

"What are you saying?"

"Why do you think I'm always late? That it's always so hard for me to get out of bed? I hate this side of me. My mind is filthy. I'm unclean. I've always had these disgusting desires. You've always thought of me as being this cute friend of yours. But I'm not cute."

"Why is it that you've never told me? I almostt feel like I'm being betrayed as a close friend. Because if I knew, I would have done everything possible to support you! Even if there was only so much I could do. That's why I'm your friend!"

"You don't understand. Because if I told you, you would have to waste effort thinking about me. It's just so wrong that you'd worry about me, when you should be trying to get away from me. It's bittersweet when people try to care about me. But it also feels like watching them eat a cupcake that's fallen on the bathroom floor. Ahaha~"

Anon pulled her into a tight embrace.

"I'm really happy that you invited me to join the Literature club. I'll make friends with other people. But please never underestimate how much I care about you."

Sayori didn't hug him back. She began to tear up.

"Please don't do this..."

"Look... maybe you need to change your perspective on this. It's not healthy for you to just call yourself unclean and disgusting like this. I don't think you're disgusting and unclean. So... if it helps, maybe you should just try to embrace that side of yourself when it's just the two of us."

"...do you mean that?" Sayori said. It looked like she was fighting something. "I mean I already did that at school... I spied on you. I couldn't help myself. That disgusts you right?"

"I'd be lying if I said I approved of it. But if you've just been bottling all this up inside instead of dealing with it in a healthy manner, maybe it makes sense that you did something drastic. Like I said, you just need a healthier way of dealing with your problems. And... I guess it's a good thing that you targetted me instead of some other boy. I just want to help you get through this."

She gave a teary smile "I'll be depending on you then..."

Anon gave her head a ruffle. It was time for him to go do his share of the festival preparation.

"I hope you understand what you've agreed to."

***

The next morning, Anon could not move. It was wet all over, and there were ropes binding his arms and legs.

"What's... happening?" Anon tried to look around, but his head was fixed in position.

"Good morning Anon~" Sayori's chipper voice filled the room.

"Sayori... did you do this? Can you let me out?"

"It's like you've said~ You've agreed to help me deal with my problem~"

"Sayori...?"

Anon's eyes finally landed on Sayori's naked form. She sauntered across the room to him.

"To be honest, I sorta wish our positions were reversed~" She said, with an eerie cheer. "But I don't know if you'll agree to that yet, so this will do~"

"Sayori, please, we've got to go to the festival today." Anon was unsettled. It's not like he was opposed to sex with Sayori but this... probably wasn't going to be very fun for him.

"I'll never get through the festival like this~ And besides. You kissed her didn't you?" Sayori's eyes were suddenly icy, but her voice didn't waver. "You enjoyed the pure taste of her mouth. I bet you can still remember how clean she tasted."

"Sayori... please..."

"I have just the thing to wash the taste of her out of your mouth though! Ehehe, aren't I a good friend?"

Sayori crawled over Anon's restrained body and shoved a funnel into his mouth.

"Don't spill~" Her cheery voice sounded vaguely harsh. "Not. One. Single. Drop."

Sayori stood on her knees above Anon's face. She began pissing into the funnel. Anon's eyes widened as the piss filled his mouth. He had no choice but to gulp it down.

"How was that? Ehehe. Now that that's settled for, why don't you return the favor? Well, I guess you can't. I think the diuretic took effect on you faster than I planned. Oh well~"

Sayori backed up and wrapped her lips around his cock. It was drenched in piss. He felt an uncomfortable pleasure as she slurped it all off of him. After cleaning his cock, she lapped up the mess on his thighs and slurped the moisture out of his bedsheets.

"That was my first kiss by the way~ How fitting for a disgusting girl like me~ It's too bad I couldn't give you your first kiss in a similar manner~"

Anon managed to get the funnel out of his mouth.

"S-Sayori! You have to stop this! This isn't what I meant by a healthy outlet!"

"Anon, that completely contradicts what you said yesterday! You told me to embrace who I am. Well, here I am! I was so depressed all the time as the good girl you wanted me to be. I tortured myself into the girl you always cared about. But then you told me what I never knew I wanted to hear."

She gave him a kiss on the lips. Their two piss stained lips intermingled. She separated and relished the taste of his mouth

"There has to be some sort of middle ground!"

Sayori muffled him with her pussy.

"I think I've heard enough out of you. You know what? Let's forget about the literature club. What a bad idea that was. At the end of the day, I think the two of us have more than enough activities to keep us busy."

Sayori's giggles filled the room.

***

"My that didn't work at all..." Monika mused. "I guess I'll have to go with the depression idea next time."