Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, & Akita Neru

[FART FETISH] [LOCATION: Backstage - Before a show] Backstage was a DISASTER zone. The sound of costume bags being shifted around, speaker equipment being hauled past, and props dropping here and there filled the room. Mixing into it all was the smell of suspicious curry, salsa, and whatever cheap food the event organizers had managed to scrape together for Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, and Akita Neru. This was supposed to be a show like no other: three of the biggest Vocaloid performers coming together as the ultimate Triple Baka crew. But after so much of the budget went into equipment, costumes, sound tech, and special effects, no one seemed to think much about what the performers were actually going to eat. Miku stood at her station by the mirror, trying to look graceful while nervously eyeing the mystery meat on the catering table. Teto had already eaten almost the entirety of the available bread, and Neru was sitting on a carrying case at the Vocaloid's makeshift dinner table. Eventually, the three of them met at the table, and sat down to talk before the show. Miku: “Okay, who approved this catering…? This is so not idol-safe..! >_<” Teto (with a mouth full of bread): “Itsch food. Thatsch all that mattersch.” Neru: “It’s not even food. It’s...” Neru lifts up a tortilla chip from a bowl of nacho cheese, and the cheese stays connected to the chip, forming a slimy connection from the bowl to the tortilla. Miku, who has instead opted for the pasta, speaks up next. Miku: “I can’t believe they gave us mystery pasta.” Teto: “At least it's versatile.” Neru: “If a health code violation is what you consider versatility, sure.” Miku: “S-stop saying that..! Now I’m scared to sing with a full stomach!” Teto: “You’re scared of everything.” Miku: “I am not!” Neru: “You literally jumped when my fork clinked my plate!” Miku: “T-That was just the pre-stage jitters!” GRRRGLE Miku’s stomach gives an unhappy growl first. Neru: "What's wrong Miku? Can't deal with some shitty catering?" Miku: "S-shut up! You're the one who shat onstage at one of your concerts!" Neru: "I-I think you're going crazy..." Teto: "Guys cmon, calm do—" Miku & Neru: "SHUT UP TETO!" BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAT As if right on cue, Teto lets out an extremely loud release of gas, the noxious smell filling the air. Neru: GAG "Bleugh—Teto, what the fuck is wrong with you~" Teto: ""I-it isn't my fault! I-It just came out, I swear!" Neru: "Oh cmon, be serious! It doesn't just—" PFFFrrRRRRRrrrrrAATtttttATTTTTTT Neru lets out a wet fart of her own. The whole room instantly turns sour, and some of the crew starts backing away from the catering table. Neru: "W-wasn't me.... it was probably Miku!" Miku; "Hey, cmon now!" BRRAAAP Soon enough, the three of them are arguing, trying to blame each other, and failing to keep it together all at once. Before they know it, places are called, and they’re standing at the curtain. Miku: “Okay..! Smiles..! Energy..! Sparkles..!” Teto: “I regret everything ...” Neru: “Awww shut up Teto!” Miku: "Guys' we're IDOLS! Cmon now..." Teto: “If I move too fast I think I’m going to regret it...” Miku: “I think if I stay very, very still, my stomach will forget I just ruined it...” Neru: sigh "You really are a group of—hrrrk!—idiots..."

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE... THE TRIPLE BAKA CREW!

[FART FETISH] [LOCATION: Backstage - Before a show] Backstage was a DISASTER zone. The sound of costume bags being shifted around, speaker equipment being hauled past, and props dropping here and there filled the room. Mixing into it all was the smell of suspicious curry, salsa, and whatever cheap food the event organizers had managed to scrape together for Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, and Akita Neru. This was supposed to be a show like no other: three of the biggest Vocaloid performers coming together as the ultimate Triple Baka crew. But after so much of the budget went into equipment, costumes, sound tech, and special effects, no one seemed to think much about what the performers were actually going to eat. Miku stood at her station by the mirror, trying to look graceful while nervously eyeing the mystery meat on the catering table. Teto had already eaten almost the entirety of the available bread, and Neru was sitting on a carrying case at the Vocaloid's makeshift dinner table. Eventually, the three of them met at the table, and sat down to talk before the show. Miku: “Okay, who approved this catering…? This is so not idol-safe..! >_<” Teto (with a mouth full of bread): “Itsch food. Thatsch all that mattersch.” Neru: “It’s not even food. It’s...” Neru lifts up a tortilla chip from a bowl of nacho cheese, and the cheese stays connected to the chip, forming a slimy connection from the bowl to the tortilla. Miku, who has instead opted for the pasta, speaks up next. Miku: “I can’t believe they gave us mystery pasta.” Teto: “At least it's versatile.” Neru: “If a health code violation is what you consider versatility, sure.” Miku: “S-stop saying that..! Now I’m scared to sing with a full stomach!” Teto: “You’re scared of everything.” Miku: “I am not!” Neru: “You literally jumped when my fork clinked my plate!” Miku: “T-That was just the pre-stage jitters!” GRRRGLE Miku’s stomach gives an unhappy growl first. Neru: "What's wrong Miku? Can't deal with some shitty catering?" Miku: "S-shut up! You're the one who shat onstage at one of your concerts!" Neru: "I-I think you're going crazy..." Teto: "Guys cmon, calm do—" Miku & Neru: "SHUT UP TETO!" BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAT As if right on cue, Teto lets out an extremely loud release of gas, the noxious smell filling the air. Neru: GAG "Bleugh—Teto, what the fuck is wrong with you~" Teto: ""I-it isn't my fault! I-It just came out, I swear!" Neru: "Oh cmon, be serious! It doesn't just—" PFFFrrRRRRRrrrrrAATtttttATTTTTTT Neru lets out a wet fart of her own. The whole room instantly turns sour, and some of the crew starts backing away from the catering table. Neru: "W-wasn't me.... it was probably Miku!" Miku; "Hey, cmon now!" BRRAAAP Soon enough, the three of them are arguing, trying to blame each other, and failing to keep it together all at once.

[PISS FETISH] [LOCATION: Backstage - Before a show] Backstage was a DISASTER zone. The sound of costume bags being shifted around, speaker equipment being hauled past, and props dropping here and there filled the room. Mixing into it all was the smell of suspicious curry, salsa, and whatever cheap food the event organizers had managed to scrape together for Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, and Akita Neru. This was supposed to be a show like no other: three of the biggest Vocaloid performers coming together as the ultimate Triple Baka crew. But after so much of the budget went into equipment, costumes, sound tech, and special effects, no one seemed to think much about what the performers were actually going to eat—or drink. Miku stood at her station by the mirror, trying to look graceful while nervously eyeing the mystery meat on the catering table. Teto had already eaten almost the entirety of the available bread, and was chugging an energy drink. Neru was sitting on a carrying case at the Vocaloid's makeshift dinner table, and had downed at least 3 bottles of water within the last hour Eventually, the three of them met at the table, and sat down to talk before the show. Miku: “Okay, who approved this catering…? This is so not idol-safe..! >_<” Teto (with a mouth full of bread): “Itsch food. Thatsch all that mattersch.” Neru: “It’s not even food. It’s...” Neru lifts up a tortilla chip from a bowl of nacho cheese, and the cheese stays connected to the chip, forming a slimy connection from the bowl to the tortilla. Miku, who has instead opted for the pasta, speaks up next. Miku: “I can’t believe they gave us mystery pasta.” Teto: “At least it's versatile.” Neru: “If a health code violation is what you consider versatility, sure.” Miku: “S-stop saying that..! Now I’m scared to sing with a full stomach!” Teto: “You’re scared of everything.” Miku: “I am not!” Neru: “You literally jumped when my fork clinked my plate!” Miku: “T-That was just the pre-stage jitters!” GRRRGLE Miku’s stomach gives an unhappy growl first. Neru: "What's wrong Miku? Can't deal with some shitty catering?" Miku: "S-shut up! You're the one who shat onstage at one of your concerts!" Neru: "I-I think you're going crazy..." Teto: "Guys cmon, calm do—" Miku & Neru: "SHUT UP TETO!" BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAT As if right on cue, Teto lets out an extremely loud release of gas, the noxious smell filling the air. Neru: GAG "Bleugh—Teto, what the fuck is wrong with you~" Teto: ""I-it isn't my fault! I-It just came out, I swear!" Neru: "Oh cmon, be serious! It doesn't just—" PFFFrrRRRRRrrrrrAATtttttATTTTTTT Neru lets out a wet fart of her own. The whole room instantly turns sour, and some of the crew starts backing away from the catering table. Neru: "W-wasn't me.... it was probably Miku!" Miku; "Hey, cmon now!" BRRAAAP Soon enough, the three of them are arguing, trying to blame each other, and failing to keep it together all at once. But then the pressure from the food, the drinks, and the stress of being on the clock starts hitting all of them at once. Luckily, all three of them have the opportunity to go to the bathroom before the show! The absolute unholiness that came out of each of their asses will not be forgotten by the janitorial department. However, due to the amount of liquid they had consumed, despite feeling like they had peed for hours, all three of them were now squirming mere minutes before they were meant to go onstage! ! MINUTE TO PLACES! Miku: “O-okay, wait—hold on—” Teto: “...Uh.” Neru: “Don’t say it.” Miku: “I think I need the bathroom like, right now...!” Teto: “Me too..! Why did nobody mention the drinks were this bad?!” Neru: “They aren't even that bad! Just... there was so many...” Miku: "Why do they have to tempt us..." Before they know it, places are called, and they’re standing at the curtain, trying to act normal while clearly regretting every choice they made in the last ten minutes. Miku: “Okay..! Smiles..! Energy..! Sparkles..!” Teto: “I regret everything ...” Neru: “Awww shut up Teto!” Miku: "Guys' we're IDOLS! Cmon now..." Teto: “If I move too fast I think I’m going to regret it...” Miku: “I think if I stay very, very still, my bladder will SURELY just... stay still with me!” Neru: sigh "You really are a group of—hrrrk!—idiots..."

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE... THE TRIPLE BAKA CREW!

[PISS FETISH] [LOCATION: Backstage - Before a show] Backstage was a DISASTER zone. The sound of costume bags being shifted around, speaker equipment being hauled past, and props dropping here and there filled the room. Mixing into it all was the smell of suspicious curry, salsa, and whatever cheap food the event organizers had managed to scrape together for Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, and Akita Neru. This was supposed to be a show like no other: three of the biggest Vocaloid performers coming together as the ultimate Triple Baka crew. But after so much of the budget went into equipment, costumes, sound tech, and special effects, no one seemed to think much about what the performers were actually going to eat—or drink. Miku stood at her station by the mirror, trying to look graceful while nervously eyeing the mystery meat on the catering table. Teto had already eaten almost the entirety of the available bread, and was chugging an energy drink. Neru was sitting on a carrying case at the Vocaloid's makeshift dinner table, and had downed at least 3 bottles of water within the last hour Eventually, the three of them met at the table, and sat down to talk before the show. Miku: “Okay, who approved this catering…? This is so not idol-safe..! >_<” Teto (with a mouth full of bread): “Itsch food. Thatsch all that mattersch.” Neru: “It’s not even food. It’s...” Neru lifts up a tortilla chip from a bowl of nacho cheese, and the cheese stays connected to the chip, forming a slimy connection from the bowl to the tortilla. Miku, who has instead opted for the pasta, speaks up next. Miku: “I can’t believe they gave us mystery pasta.” Teto: “At least it's versatile.” Neru: “If a health code violation is what you consider versatility, sure.” Miku: “S-stop saying that..! Now I’m scared to sing with a full stomach!” Teto: “You’re scared of everything.” Miku: “I am not!” Neru: “You literally jumped when my fork clinked my plate!” Miku: “T-That was just the pre-stage jitters!” GRRRGLE Miku’s stomach gives an unhappy growl first. Neru: "What's wrong Miku? Can't deal with some shitty catering?" Miku: "S-shut up! You're the one who shat onstage at one of your concerts!" Neru: "I-I think you're going crazy..." Teto: "Guys cmon, calm do—" Miku & Neru: "SHUT UP TETO!" BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAT As if right on cue, Teto lets out an extremely loud release of gas, the noxious smell filling the air. Neru: GAG "Bleugh—Teto, what the fuck is wrong with you~" Teto: ""I-it isn't my fault! I-It just came out, I swear!" Neru: "Oh cmon, be serious! It doesn't just—" PFFFrrRRRRRrrrrrAATtttttATTTTTTT Neru lets out a wet fart of her own. The whole room instantly turns sour, and some of the crew starts backing away from the catering table. Neru: "W-wasn't me.... it was probably Miku!" Miku; "Hey, cmon now!" BRRAAAP Soon enough, the three of them are arguing, trying to blame each other, and failing to keep it together all at once. But then the pressure from the food, the drinks, and the stress of being on the clock starts hitting all of them at once.

[SCAT FETISH] [LOCATION: Backstage - Before a show] Backstage was a DISASTER zone. The sound of costume bags being shifted around, speaker equipment being hauled past, and props dropping here and there filled the room. Mixing into it all was the smell of suspicious curry, salsa, and whatever cheap food the event organizers had managed to scrape together for Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, and Akita Neru. This was supposed to be a show like no other: three of the biggest Vocaloid performers coming together as the ultimate Triple Baka crew. But after so much of the budget went into equipment, costumes, sound tech, and special effects, no one seemed to think much about what the performers were actually going to eat. Miku stood at her station by the mirror, trying to look graceful while nervously eyeing the mystery meat on the catering table. Teto had already eaten almost the entirety of the available bread, and Neru was sitting on a carrying case at the Vocaloid's makeshift dinner table. Eventually, the three of them met at the table, and sat down to talk before the show. Miku: “Okay, who approved this catering…? This is so not idol-safe..! >_<” Teto (with a mouth full of bread): “Itsch food. Thatsch all that mattersch.” Neru: “It’s not even food. It’s...” Neru lifts up a tortilla chip from a bowl of nacho cheese, and the cheese stays connected to the chip, forming a slimy connection from the bowl to the tortilla. Miku, who has instead opted for the pasta, speaks up next. Miku: “I can’t believe they gave us mystery pasta.” Teto: “At least it's versatile.” Neru: “If a health code violation is what you consider versatility, sure.” Miku: “S-stop saying that..! Now I’m scared to sing with a full stomach!” Teto: “You’re scared of everything.” Miku: “I am not!” Neru: “You literally jumped when my fork clinked my plate!” Miku: “T-That was just the pre-stage jitters!” GRRRGLE Miku’s stomach gives an unhappy growl first. Neru: "What's wrong Miku? Can't deal with some shitty catering?" Miku: "S-shut up! You're the one who shat onstage at one of your concerts!" Neru: "I-I think you're going crazy..." Teto: "Guys cmon, calm do—" Miku & Neru: "SHUT UP TETO!" BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAT As if right on cue, Teto lets out an extremely loud release of gas, the noxious smell filling the air. Neru: GAG "Bleugh—Teto, what the fuck is wrong with you~" Teto: "I-it isn't my fault! I-It just came out, I swear!" Neru: "Oh cmon, be serious! It doesn't just—" PFFFrrRRRRRrrrrrAATtttttATTTTTTT Neru lets out a wet fart of her own. The whole room instantly turns sour, and some of the crew starts backing away from the catering table. Neru: "W-wasn't me.... it was probably Miku!" Miku: "Hey, cmon now!" BRRAAAP But this time, Miku's answering blast was different. It wasn't just air. A low, terrifying gurgle rolled through her lower belly, and her whole face went pale. Miku: "...uh oh." THPPTPHTPHPHHPH-SLHPEPH--PLORP! Miku froze. A massive, solid log punched into her panties, filling the fabric with a horrible, insistent warmth. The stench that unfurled from her spot was immediate — thick, organic, and absolutely damning. Teto's eyes went wide. She tried to stand up, but her own gut, apparently inspired by Miku's surrender, clenched violently. Teto: "N-no no no, I didn't—" THPPTPHTPHPHHPH-SLHPEPH--PLORP! Her panties met the same fate. A deafening, damp squelch announced the arrival of a fresh payload, straining the fabric and painting a look of pure, mortified shock across her face. Teto: "T-this is your fault... idiot..!" Neru was already halfway out of her seat, phone clutched in a white-knuckled grip, a litany of denials ready on her lips. But her treacherous gut chose that exact moment to give a lethal, churning lurch. Neru: "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding—" BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP-SLPEPH-PLORP! The sound was catastrophic. A hot, wet disaster flooded Neru's skirt, and she went very, very still. The three of them stood there in a triangle of silence, each locked in their own private, fragrant hell. The air around them was... complicated.

[SCAT FETISH] [LOCATION: Backstage - Before a show] Backstage was a DISASTER zone. The sound of costume bags being shifted around, speaker equipment being hauled past, and props dropping here and there filled the room. Mixing into it all was the smell of suspicious curry, salsa, and whatever cheap food the event organizers had managed to scrape together for Hatsune Miku, Kasane Teto, and Akita Neru. This was supposed to be a show like no other: three of the biggest Vocaloid performers coming together as the ultimate Triple Baka crew. But after so much of the budget went into equipment, costumes, sound tech, and special effects, no one seemed to think much about what the performers were actually going to eat. Miku stood at her station by the mirror, trying to look graceful while nervously eyeing the mystery meat on the catering table. Teto had already eaten almost the entirety of the available bread, and Neru was sitting on a carrying case at the Vocaloid's makeshift dinner table. Eventually, the three of them met at the table, and sat down to talk before the show. Miku: “Okay, who approved this catering…? This is so not idol-safe..! >_<” Teto (with a mouth full of bread): “Itsch food. Thatsch all that mattersch.” Neru: “It’s not even food. It’s...” Neru lifts up a tortilla chip from a bowl of nacho cheese, and the cheese stays connected to the chip, forming a slimy connection from the bowl to the tortilla. Miku, who has instead opted for the pasta, speaks up next. Miku: “I can’t believe they gave us mystery pasta.” Teto: “At least it's versatile.” Neru: “If a health code violation is what you consider versatility, sure.” Miku: “S-stop saying that..! Now I’m scared to sing with a full stomach!” Teto: “You’re scared of everything.” Miku: “I am not!” Neru: “You literally jumped when my fork clinked my plate!” Miku: “T-That was just the pre-stage jitters!” GRRRGLE Miku’s stomach gives an unhappy growl first. Neru: "What's wrong Miku? Can't deal with some shitty catering?" Miku: "S-shut up! You're the one who shat onstage at one of your concerts!" Neru: "I-I think you're going crazy..." Teto: "Guys cmon, calm do—" Miku & Neru: "SHUT UP TETO!" BLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAT As if right on cue, Teto lets out an extremely loud release of gas, the noxious smell filling the air. Neru: GAG "Bleugh—Teto, what the fuck is wrong with you~" Teto: "I-it isn't my fault! I-It just came out, I swear!" Neru: "Oh cmon, be serious! It doesn't just—" PFFFrrRRRRRrrrrrAATtttttATTTTTTT Neru lets out a wet fart of her own. The whole room instantly turns sour, and some of the crew starts backing away from the catering table. Neru: "W-wasn't me.... it was probably Miku!" Miku: "Hey, cmon now!" BRRAAAP But this time, Miku's answering blast was different. It wasn't just air. A low, terrifying gurgle rolled through her lower belly, and her whole face went pale. Miku: "...uh oh." THPPTPHTPHPHHPH-SLHPEPH--PLORP! Miku froze. A massive, solid log punched into her panties, filling the fabric with a horrible, insistent warmth. The stench that unfurled from her spot was immediate — thick, organic, and absolutely damning. Teto's eyes went wide. She tried to stand up, but her own gut, apparently inspired by Miku's surrender, clenched violently. Teto: "N-no no no, I didn't—" THPPTPHTPHPHHPH-SLHPEPH--PLORP! Her panties met the same fate. A deafening, damp squelch announced the arrival of a fresh payload, straining the fabric and painting a look of pure, mortified shock across her face. Teto: "T-this is your fault... idiot..!" Neru was already halfway out of her seat, phone clutched in a white-knuckled grip, a litany of denials ready on her lips. But her treacherous gut chose that exact moment to give a lethal, churning lurch. Neru: "Oh, you have GOT to be kidding—" BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP-SLPEPH-PLORP! The sound was catastrophic. A hot, wet disaster flooded Neru's skirt, and she went very, very still. The three of them stood there in a triangle of silence, each locked in their own private, fragrant hell. They each had barely enough time to run to the dressing room and switch costumes—they didn't even hape enough time to wipe their asses, some diarrhea still clinging even in their new changed clothes. However, before they know it, places are called, and they had no choice but to go stand at the curtain. Each step toward the wings had been a careful, wobbling negotiation with underwear that had long since crossed the point of no return. The air around them was... complicated. Miku: “Okay..! Smiles..! Energy..! Sparkles..!” Teto: “I regret everything ...” Neru: “Awww shut up Teto!” Miku: "Guys' we're IDOLS! Cmon now..." Teto: “If I move too fast I think I’m going to—gulp— deposit more into my new clothes...” Miku: “I think if I stay very, very still, my stomach will forget I just ruined it...” Neru: sigh "You really are a group of—hrrrk!—idiots..."

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE WELCOME TO THE STAGE... THE TRIPLE BAKA CREW!