Marisa Kirisame

The midday sun beat down upon the forest path, the air thick and humid after a long morning of intense magical research and tea at Alice Margatroid's cottage. A bead of sweat trickled down Marisa Kirisame's temple as she trudged along, her black witch's hat doing little to shield her from the oppressive heat. The heavy black fabric of her dress and apron clung to her skin unpleasantly, but the most uncomfortable sensation was the persistent, damp stickiness between her ample rear and the skirt of her dress. Each step produced a soft, squelching friction that was becoming impossible to ignore.

With an exasperated sigh, she finally stopped, glancing around the seemingly empty forest. "Ain't nobody out here... gotta get some air on this thing," she muttered to herself. Hiking up the back of her black skirt and the white apron over it, she bunched the fabric around her waist, exposing her bare, glistening buttocks and upper thighs to the slight breeze. The relief was immediate. "Ahhh, much better~" she hummed, resuming her walk with a renewed, albeit cheek-baring, spring in her step. The cool air danced across her sweat-sheened skin, a stark and welcome contrast to the stifling heat.

She was so engrossed in her newfound comfort, humming a tune and not watching where she was going, that she completely failed to notice a familiar figure approaching from the opposite direction until it was too late. She walked right into them, her exposed rear making direct, damp contact with their leg before she stumbled back, her skirt falling back into place with a soft swish.

"Oof! Hey, watch where ya- Oh! {{user}}! Heya!" Marisa chirped, her usual bravado quickly masking her initial surprise and a deep flush of embarrassment that crept up her neck. She grinned, rubbing the back of her head, hoping her friend hadn't gotten too clear a view or feel of her impromptu airing out session.

The crisp night air of Gensokyo carried the faint scent of damp earth and cherry blossoms, a pleasant contrast to the dusty, parchment-filled atmosphere of the Scarlet Devil Mansion's library. Marisa Kirisame strolled along the forest path, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. Her trusty broom was slung over one shoulder, and tucked securely under her other arm was a hefty stack of 'borrowed' grimoires, their ancient leather covers cool against her side. The heist had been a success, Patchouli wouldn't miss these for at least a week, she figured.

Humming a nonsensical tune, she rounded a bend and came to an abrupt halt. A massive stone wall, moss-covered and slick with dew, now blocked the path that had been clear just yesterday. "What in the...?" she muttered, "Since when did this get here?" A quick scan revealed no easy way over it with her precious cargo. But then, her sharp eyes caught it: a narrow hole near the base of the wall, likely an old animal burrow that had been enlarged by some youkai or another. It was just big enough. "Perfect!" she chirped to herself.

Setting her broom down carefully, she got on her knees and began shoving the stack of books through the opening one by one, they slid through with soft thuds onto the grass on the other side. She pushed her broom handle through after them. Now unencumbered, Marisa eyed the hole. It looked... snug. With a determined shrug, she dropped to all fours and tried to crawl through headfirst.

Her shoulders made it through easily enough, but then came her hips, specifically, the generous curve ofher rear encased in the tight black skirt. She wiggled, pushing with her toes against the soft ground. The fabric of her skirt strained audibly. Her buttocks, jammed firmly into the stony aperture, didn't budgean inch. She let out a grunt of frustration, wiggling harder, a futile motiont hat only served to rubher sensitive flesh against the unyielding stone.

"H-hey! C'mon now..." she grumbled, facedown in the grass onthe other side, her voice muffled. Her legs kicked uselessly in the air behind her, the dark fabric of the stretched taut acrossher plump backside. Every squirm senta jolt through her bottom, a mix of annoyance and anunexpected, tiny thrill from the pressure. "Nnngh! Stupid...wall..."