(Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation and story spoilers up to chapter six. Reader discretion advised.)
With thanks to DerivativeWings for editing. Check out his Planet of Desperation series starting here.
Cold. Yep, definitely cold this morning. This was what was going through the mind of Finch, the bird Blade, as she walked down the cobbled streets of Theosoir. Ever the early bird, she had already gotten up and had a nice breakfast from the marketplace, and now she was enjoying a walk to stretch her legs after a good night’s sleep. She was quite thankful for her feathers keeping her warm in this chilly air; it was a shame the other townsfolk had to wear so much clothing to keep from freezing. She had no idea how anyone managed to live here in…
Finch stopped in her tracks and lifted her hands to point at her head. What was this city called again? She knew it just a second ago, it was right on the tip of her tongue. She just had to retrace her steps from today and… wait, what did she do today? She remembered waking up, that much was obvious, and her full stomach let her know that she had breakfast… but what did she eat? It tasted kinda like carrot with some kind of meat. Was that her favorite dish or something?
Finch spun in a circle both literally and mentally until a slamming door snapped her out of her endless loop. Turning her head, she found that she was no longer the only one in this part of the city. Two kids, a boy and girl, both from… Gormott, was it? In any case, they had a lot of brown fur covering their bodies, which was probably why they only wore light clothes in this frigid place, not even any shoes for that matter. More importantly, both of them looked distressed, with the boy biting his lower lip and holding his groin while the girl rubbed her knees together while rocking back and forth in place. Neither of them seemed to notice the big bird standing across the way from them.
A second later, and they both hobbled to a far wall, their backs turned to Finch. Upon reaching it, the boy fiddled with his shorts, and the girl squatted down while pulling her short shorts and underwear to her knees, her sarong hiding her bottom from view. A yellow stream flew out of each kid mere moments later, the boy’s striking the wall with the girl’s piddling along the ground, the soft noise of tinkling reaching Finch’s ears. Soon after, the boy leaned back with one arm behind his head while the girl lifted her head to sigh.
Finch recoiled in surprise, throwing her hands straight up. This was definitely not something she had expected to see this morning, and not a sight she found that pleasant, either. She had several questions in her mind, like what those kids were doing here or what led to them having to pee outside like this. Yet, as she continued to watch them relieve themselves, emphasis on “relieve” as the volume of pee leaving them stayed strong for quite some time, a nagging feeling grew in the back of her mind. She couldn’t quite place it, but it seemed like there was something she was gonna do this morning, something pent up inside her that she really wanted to let out…
“Ah!” Finch nearly jumped in the air as she remembered. The thing! The super-important news that she had to tell everybody! She was on her way back to the inn to do just that when she got sidetracked. She had to get back to Anastatia’s Inn, pronto!
Quickly turning around, Finch took off in the direction that she hoped would take her to the inn, leaving the two whizzing kids to look around in confusion. Now that she had remembered, she needed to get to her friends before she could forget the important thing again. She might have been forgetful, but she always gave one hundred percent for her allies. There was no way she was going to let them down today!
 
 
The good news was Finch reached her friends and woke them up in almost no time at all. The bad news was she could not remember the important thing by the time she got there, leaving them to sit around confused for a moment. Before she could worry about letting them down, they came up with the idea of letting the Garfont Mercenaries investigate to see if they could find the important thing themselves.
A half-hour later, and the mercs returned with the most awful news: a group of soldiers in Theoscaldia Palace were planning an uprising to overthrow King Eulogimenos! The party wasted no time in heading straight to the palace, passing through its entrance mere minutes later.
Entering into the Hall of Virtue, the team was soon greeted with the sight of Tantalese soldiers with drawn weapons and loud voices. Somewhere further down the hall, they could hear the sounds of scraping metal and commands being yelled out.
“This is… It looks like…” said Rex.
“The rumors were true,” said Prince Zeke of Tantal.
“Your Highness! You’re back!” Two soldiers ran up to the party, neither of them brandishing a weapon.
“There’s been an uprising and everything’s gone crazy!” said the second guard.
“It’s too much for us to handle by ourselves, Highness. Might we count on your aid?”
“Of course!” Zeke put a hand on his hip in a pose of confidence. “Maybe this is what Finch was talking about back at the inn,” he then surmised.
“Wait,” said Finch, “Maybe I remember what it was now.”
Flapping her arms, Finch exercised her power of recall once more in an attempt to be completely certain. She racked her mind as hard as she could, but alas, the memory continued to elude her. Finch scoffed in frustration, but then she supposed it was not all her fault. With all the excitement going on, how was anyone supposed to remember anything?
It also did not help that there was something else to distract her now. Along the way, Finch had become aware of some kind of… pressure growing inside her, right below her abdomen. It wasn’t painful, but it was really uncomfortable regardless. If she didn’t know any better, it felt a lot like she needed to-
“Finch! Are you joining us or not?”
Nia’s yell pulled Finch’s attention off her body. Looking ahead, she saw that her friends had already moved forward, mere moments from confronting the first of the rebel soldiers.
“Er, right! On my way!” Putting one hand on her helmet, Finch ran straight up to the party, settling in behind Nia and putting on her serious expression. “Okay, Nanna! I’m ready to support my trusty Driver as always!”
Nia turned to her with her best “you can’t be serious” face. “It’s Nia, and I’m not your Driver.”
“You aren’t?” said a taken-aback Finch. “But then who…”
“To me, Finch!” yelled Mòrag, who brandished the shield hammer that came with Finch’s summoning.
“Oh, that’s right! Maggie’s my Driver,” said Finch while she moved to cover Mòrag’s back.
“My name is…” Mòrag started, but shook her head. “No matter, they’re moving towards us. Prepare to engage the enemy!”
“Aye aye, captain!” said Finch, “Hee hee, always wanted to say that.”
The fight broke out immediately after, with the halls becoming filled with shouting, weapons clashing together, and all sorts of ether arts firing off. Having clashed with Tantal’s guards before, Rex and his team were well aware of their prowess in battle, and the rebels were just as well-trained as the rest.
The party had their work cut out for them in this fight, and Finch was no exception. While she did not do a lot of the fighting herself, it was her duty as a Blade to empower her Driver with ether energy. Channeling the kind of energy needed for big battles like this was exhausting work, especially when Mòrag needed to do a super-powerful attack or if Finch had to charge the ether barrier around her to block an attack.
As the fight dragged on, Finch felt the fatigue getting to her. Muscles ached, her breathing grew labored, and that strange pressure only got worse, like something was going to spill out of her if she let her guard down. But there was no time to worry about that, not when her friends and especially her Driver were in danger. She would keep giving it her all until everyone was safe, because that was what a dependable Blade would do.
It took a while, but the rebels fell one after another, and the party was heading down the corridor that led to the palace’s sacred chamber. None ran quicker than Finch, who understood more than anyone that they needed to hurry. If they didn’t finish their business here soon, then… well, something bad would happen, she was sure of that much.
“Finch, slow down,” ordered Mòrag.
Finch stopped in her tracks and turned around to face the group. “But we gotta hurry and beat up those bad guys for… whatever they’re gonna do!” she replied, all the while bouncing on her hard, sharp feet.
“I understand, but we must move in and fight as a group,” said Mòrag, “And you are meant to stay behind me as my Blade, regardless.”
“Oh, right, almost forgot that part.” Finch rubbed the back of her head as she got back into position. “Onwards, friends!”
Nobody needed the command, for they were already headed toward the end of the corridor and into the Hall of Honor. The walls opened up to reveal more rebel soldiers, the most they had encountered thus far. Finch took a moment to swallow her throat while she fidgeted behind the group. There were a lot more enemies than she expected; would she have the strength to carry on through the whole fight, especially with the cramping in her legs and groin getting worse?
“Finch, your ether, please!”
Just as quickly as they came up, the worries disappeared from Finch’s mind. Of course she would get through this. She had to, if not for herself, then for her dear Driver, whoever she was.
“Coming right up!” Finch put her hands out and began channeling ether without wasting another moment. Her powers entered the hammer at just the right time, allowing Mòrag to deliver a charged blow to the head of an attacking guard.
There was no time to celebrate, as another guard was already raising his spear to strike. Finch pumped an extra bit of ether to form around Mòrag, creating a barrier that the spear bounced straight off. Mòrag pulled from the remaining ether to deliver a blunt strike that knocked the rebel to the ground, then followed up with a mighty downward smack. Raising the hammer back up, both Driver and Blade found the remaining guards surrounding them, all preparing to attack.
It wasn’t more than a few seconds into the fight, and the strain hit Finch again. She could feel a bit of sweat forming underneath her feathers while her muscles burned from fatigue. Still, she would never give up, especially not in the middle of such an important fight.
Finch remained steadfast in her resolve, even if her body was not fully cooperating with her. Her movement had become sluggish, seeing as her legs really did not want to separate from each other for some reason. Come to think of it, she only had one hand out to channel ether; the other one had found its way between her legs, pressing tightly against her groin. She had to wonder what the deal was with that, as that would normally only happen when-
“Finch, focus!”
“Huh, what?” That’s right, the very important fight was still going on. Finch spread her legs apart and pulled her hand away despite her body’s protest. “Alright, what are you orders, sir?” she asked
“It is time we ended this. Execute our perfect storm attack at once!”
“W-which one was…” Finch started, but then her eyes lit up before she finished. “Oh right, I know that move, I think!”
Finch did not have to rethink, for Mòrag had already begun the attack. First, she slammed the hammer down, creating a force of wind that pushed the remaining rebels back, then threw the hammer up and behind her. Finch caught it out of the air, then started spinning in place, getting the hammer up to a fast, dangerous speed and creating a tornado around her.
“Youuuu allll asked for thiiiisss!” yelled Finch as she hit her full speed. “Perrrfeeeect stooorrr-whoa!”
Once more, Finch had forgotten of how difficult it was to keep her balance at full spin, and the hammer flying out of her hands served as a good reminder of such. She fell on her bottom while the hammer flew in the direction of the enemies. As it struck the ground, the ether contained within exploded out, striking all the rebels with the same power as a concussion grenade. Some flew back and slammed into the walls, others hit and tumbled along the ground, but not a single one could get back up and continue the fight. Just like that, the rebellion had been defeated, though it took a moment for it to sink in for the group.
“Well, that’s one way to win a fight, I guess,” said Rex, lowering his sword after using it to brace himself from the blast.
“Woo! Talk about a workout!” said Finch as she rose to her feet, putting a hand on her head to steady her spinning eyes and swirling body. “Um, was that the last of them?”
“Most likely,” said Zeke, “We took care of the rear guard, and the doors to the Hall of Mystery remain sealed. The guards should be able to handle any stragglers from here.”
“No more enemies?” Finch smiled. “That’s a relief.” Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to let the adrenaline from fighting come down and put her at ease. Helping out her friends any way she could was what she lived for, and knowing that she had succeeded without any major screwups this time felt just as nice.
More than nice, actually. As her muscles relaxed, Finch felt a nice tingling sensation spread through her, and that pesky pressure that kept her so wound up seemed to be going away. She openly sighed at this relieving feeling that somehow felt familiar, though she couldn’t quite place it at the moment. Oh well, if it felt that good, it couldn’t be something bad, right?
“Um, Finch?”
“Hmm?” Finch opened her eyes to Rex’s voice. Rather than a bunch of happy friends, everyone looked right at her with frowns, some with wide eyes and open mouths.
“What’s with all the weird faces, everybody?” she asked.
“Did you… forget to do something this morning?” asked Rex.
“Well, I had breakfast and told you all about the super-important thing,” she replied.
“And I thought I’d seen the worst of this bit back in Argentum,” said a facepalming Zeke.
“Poppi never see someone so casual with this type of bodily function before,” said Poppi.
Finch tilted her head. “Huh? Boda-what now?”
“Oh, for the love of…” Nia grumbled and stomped her foot. “Finch, you’re pissing yourself!”
“Whaaaaat!?” That was all it took for her to become aware of the sound of splattering water beneath her along with the feeling of liquids leaving her body. Finch threw her arms out and looked straight down, her eyes wide open in horror.
It turned out that “pissing herself” was not entirely accurate. Much of her urine left her through a golden stream that came down and slightly forward from between the feathers at her groin. It broke up into a light drizzle before striking the ground, making it sound as if someone turned on a hose halfway and aimed it at the stone floor. An impressive puddle had already formed by the time she looked down, nearly reaching the inner edges of her feet. Despite the volume of pee coming out this way, Finch could still feel a bit running down her legs, adding a gross, damp feeling to her feathers and talons.
“Oh… Ohmigosh!” Finch gasped, pressing her legs together from the knees up and cramming her hands between them. The red dots on her cheeks grew to spread across her lower face. “I-I totally forgot! I was gonna go e-earlier, b-but then the th-thing, and, and then we had to fight and I… I…”
Finch trailed off as she kept darting her head between all her friends. She was never going to say anything to make this look any better, and she knew it. Down below, her efforts to stop her sprung leak were just as hopeless. All she managed to achieve was getting her hands soaked and making more of it go down her legs, creating a visible matting in her feathers and shine on her pigeon-toed feet.
All there was left to do was accept her accident. Letting her hands fall to the sides and relaxing her stance, Finch stared with teary eyes at the last of her pee tapering off into a set of mere drips. “Oh man, I’ve r-really done it now,” she bawled.
“Hey, hey, Finch, it’s okay!” said Rex, raising his hands. “Accidents can happen to anyone. We’re not upset or gonna judge you for this.”
“Rex is right,” said Nia, “This is one thing that I can’t really get onto you about.”
“Really now?” Zeke turned to Nia with a raised eyebrow. “And why would that be?”
“None of your business, Shellhead,” said Nia, crossing her arms and giving him a dirty look.
“B-but it’s not okay! I, I didn’t just have an accident, I c-completely forgot I had to go in the first place!” Finch paused for a couple sobs, letting a few tears fall onto the floor to join the puddle of her other bodily fluid. “H-how am I supposed to be a good Blade if I mess up something like this?”
“Finch.” Mòrag’s voice cut through the air as she stepped towards her. Finch did not dare look up at the tall, rigid Driver she had no doubt failed.
“I… I’m so sorry, M-Morty,” she sobbed. “I might be the worst Blade ever.”
“I must disagree with you on that.”
“Huh?” Finch looked up in confusion and found Mòrag looking at her, not in anger but with her normal, neutral expression with hands behind her back.
“Do not mistake my words. This restroom break of yours is not acceptable behavior, especially not for a Blade belonging to a high-ranking official,” said Mòrag.
“I… I know.” Finch lowered her head, expecting the next words to be about letting her go from her bond with Mòrag.
“With that said, it does not undo all the good work you have done today.”
“It… doesn’t?”
Mòrag nodded and crouched down to Finch’s eye level. “You alerted us to a disturbance, giving us the chance to act on it before the worst could come of it. Not only that, but you remained just as dependable in battle today as you always have. Aside from this moment, you have done a fine job today.”
“She’s right, you know,” said Zeke, “If anyone has let us down today, it’s that useless old man of mine. I’ll be giving him a piece of my mind about this mess once we’re done here, that’s for sure… but I digress,” he quickly added once he saw the looks Nia and Mòrag were giving him.
Meanwhile, Finch felt her Driver’s words  sink in. She wasn’t a burden even after this? Maybe there was hope for her yet. “Um, th-thank you, Mandy.” Finch wiped the tears from her eyes with her arm.
“My name…” Mòrag started, but shook her head, “Is not important right now. Do you feel better now?”
“A little bit, but I still feel really embarrassed. Gross, too.”
“That is to be expected, I suppose.” Mòrag paused to steel herself before continuing. “But know this. It was not long ago that I found myself in an incident not unlike this, feeling the way you do now.”
“R-really?” asked Finch, her eyes growing wide in wonder and bewilderment.
“I speak naut but the truth. I believed I would never recover from such a fall, but given time and encouraging words, I eventually picked myself back up and carried on. I am certain you will be able to as well.”
“Y-You think so?” Finch allowed a little smile to break through. “Then I’ll try to be a better Blade for you, Mona!”
“My name is M-oh!” Mòrag never got to finish her correction, for she soon felt a pair of feathery arms and hard, wet hands squeezing her into a hug.
“I won’t do something like this again, I promise!” said Finch, her voice muffled in  Mòrag’s uniform.
“Er, that is all well and good,” said Mòrag while trying to pull the wet bird off her. “But I request that you postpone this hug until you are made decent again.”
Finch’s eyes snapped open as she realized she was getting more liquids than her tears on her Driver. “Ah, whoops!” She broke away from the hug and frowned at herself. “I’d really like to be clean now, but how am I gonna do that here?”
“I might be able to help with that.” Pyra stepped forward and held out a hand, a soft flame growing out of the palm. “I can at least dry you off until you can take a bath.”
“Are you sure that’s safe, Pyra?” asked Nia.
“I’m very careful with my flames. I promise it won’t hurt, Finch.”
“Um, if you say so,” said Finch, stepping out of her puddle at last.
“And while that is going on, the rest of us should get to work restraining and questioning the rebels,” said
Silence followed as the group went about their tasks. While Pyra kneeled down and dried Finch’s legs, all the bird could do was watch her friends doing the work without her help. Even after Mòrag’s kind words, Finch couldn’t help but start feeling a little useless and embarrassed again.
“How’s that feel? Any better now?” asked Pyra, withdrawing her flame.
Finch looked down at her legs. While her feathers and talons still had that lingering gross feeling, it still felt a lot better than before Pyra’s handiwork. Not just that, but no one would be able to tell that she had wet herself without taking a long, close look and a couple sniffs.
“Y-yeah, better now,” Finch replied with a frown.
“It’ll be okay. I’m sure you’ll be back to your happy self before too long.”
Finch shook her head. “I don’t know, Penny. I think it’s gonna be a long time before I can get over this.”
With that, Finch turned and walked away from Pyra, hanging her head low. However, she only managed a few steps before coming to a stop and staring straight ahead, her expression completely blank for several seconds.
“Um, are you alright, Finch?” asked Pyra.
Finch turned around with a raised eyebrow. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?”
Pyra could only stare in silence at Finch’s newfound nonchalance. The same could be said for Nia, who was done restraining the unconscious troops and had walked back towards Pyra at that moment. “Don’t tell me…” she started to say.
Just then, Finch sniffed the air a few times and turned towards Brighid while she held out a flame to evaporate the puddle. “Whoa!” she recoiled in surprise. “Did someone pee over there?”
The entire party stopped what they were doing and turned towards her, most of them sporting the same expressions from when they saw her wetting herself.
Unaware of this, Finch sniffed a couple more times, then looked down and lifted her foot. “Wait, did I step in it? Aw, gross! Whoever did this owes me an apology!”
Much of the party could only stare and blink at first. “I suppose she’s back to normal now,” commented Zeke.
“I don’t think there is such a thing as normal with her,” said Nia.
“Tora wish he could forget embarrassing moments so easily,” lamented Tora.
“It would seem you were correct with your assessment, Rex,” said Mòrag, a hand to her chin.
“What do you mean?” asked Rex.
“There is rarely a dull moment with someone as peculiar as Finch.”

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A light wind carrying hundreds of blossom petals blew through the city of Fonsa Myma, making the capital of Uraya look quite festive under the night sky. While there was no actual festival going on, the Mymoma Playhouse was packed with attendees on this night, for a certain musician was performing there. She had only begun her career not long ago, but had already captivated hundreds with her lovely voice and uncanny skill at the Gormotti instrument known as a Torigonda.
But there was one problem that this musician suffered from, and with only a little while before her biggest performance yet, that problem was hitting her especially hard.
“Now then, finally big night arrive!” declared Tipitapi, the singer’s nopon manager as he stood in the hallway at the side of the theater. “Friend Ursula, ready for concert?”
“Mmm…” Ursula, the Blade with the form of a white-haired little girl, kept her head turned away from the group of friends staring at her in concern. Just the act of talking proved difficult with all the figurative butterflies fluttering about inside her.
“Ursula?” asked Nia.
“Friend okay? Have tummyache?” said Tora.
“Mmm, no, my stomach is fine… but, I don’t know if I can do it,” she finally spoke.
“It would appear that she has trouble coping with the excessive stress,” commented Dromarch.
Ursula did not respond, but it was the truth. For all of her talent, she had always been held back by her shyness. She had yet to fully complete a performance up until now, for her nerves would cause her to freeze up and forget the joys of singing and playing. How her manager had gotten her to perform at such a venue tonight was nothing short of a miracle.
“But that terrible! Concert have to be cancelled!?” said a wide-eyed Tora.
“It’s okay, there’s still time before the gig,” said Nia, “We can use it to get Ursula to relax.”
“Trick of Tora when stressed is to eat favorite food until calm,” said Tora, “Ursula have some Tasty Sausage too?”
“I think she’d just get heartburn,” said Rex.
“On the other hand, having a snack would form a distraction. It may not be such a bad idea, after all,” said Dromarch.
“Right!” nodded Nia, “So we’ll try to feed Ursula her favorite food to get her a bit more relaxed.”
“M-My favorite food?” asked Ursula, who had only started paying attention to the conversation again. Would that really help me out? she wondered. “Ah, okay, mmm… I saw some Champ’s Churros out front, I wouldn’t mind trying those… let’s say, ten of them? So Beary can try them, too.”
She looked over at her large polar bear companion, who held her up in his arms. Beary was not one for talking, but he smiled at the thought of having something to eat.
“Beary eat more than fair share,” said Tora, “But no time for grumble! We buy and come back!”
“And until friends return, Teetapz keep waiting audience entertained with gift of gab!” declared Tipitapi.
“Just wait right there, Ursula. We’ll have your churros in no time!” said Rex.
After Rex’s proclamation, the group dispersed, leaving Ursula and Beary more or less by themselves in the hallway. As soon as they were all out of sight, Ursula let out a sigh and rested a hand just beneath her abdomen. As much as she loved her friends, having so many eyes on her was quite draining, especially at that moment when she had a problem other than her shyness to deal with.
She had never told any of her friends, but the anxiety she felt before a performance had a rather embarrassing effect on her. Even if she hadn’t had anything to drink in a while, she always felt the need to visit the little girl’s room whenever the stage nerves hit her. Tonight was certainly no different, with her biggest concert yet hitting her bladder particularly hard.
Fidgeting in place while on Beary’s arm, Ursula knew she would have to take care of this before the performance. “Um, Beary?” she asked in a softer voice than normal.
Beary turned his head towards her, his comforting smile helping quell her nerves a little. He was little for words, but his gentle presence always made her feel like she could talk to him about any of her problems.
Mustering her courage, Ursula leaned up to his ear and put a hand up to block what she had to say from any potential onlookers. “C-can you take me to the little girl’s room?” she whispered.
Beary closed his eyes and nodded, not needing to hear anything else. Keeping Ursula atop her spot, he walked in the direction of the general bathrooms. It was a bit embarrassing that Ursula had to be seen heading there, but her personal room did not have a toilet, so it would have to do.
But as they rounded the corner to the bathrooms, Ursula’s sheepish smile lowered into a worried frown. Right in front of the door to the ladies’ room was a line of girls, at least half a dozen or more. Not just that, but they all carried concerned expressions, with a couple fidgeting in place. Iona, the granddaughter of the theater’s owner, looked particularly strained, with both hands pressing into her groin while she bounced in place in front of the door.
“Oh, dear,” Ursula mumbled at the sight. Would she have enough time to wait in line? She knew she could hold it while in line, but there was no telling how soon her friends would be back. Asking the other ladies if she could go first was not an option; not only would it embarrass her, but she would never dream of getting in their way of relief and possibly even making them wet themselves.
While she worried, the ladies’ room door opened, and its occupant stepped out. Iona almost jumped for joy as she waddled in and shut the door behind her. Ursula smiled a bit at this moment; not only did someone avoid an accident, but with one less lady in line, maybe she had the time to-
“Ursula?”
“Where friend go? We have tasty churros now!”
Her smile dropped away just as quickly. That call came from Rex and Tora back at the other corner of the theater. No time to wait, she had to eat and get on stage right away.
“Come on, Beary, let’s go,” she spoke while giving the bathrooms one last longing look.
Beary turned his head to her and gave a concerned frown in response.
“I’ll be okay, I promise,” she said with a smile, “I-It’s a short concert. I can manage until it’s over.”
Beary kept his frown, but turned and walked back regardless. With no one looking at her again, Ursula let her worry show on her face once more. She might have said she’d be fine, but that didn’t mean she believed it herself. Making it through a concert was already a tough task, but having to do it while she really needed the potty made it seem more daunting than ever.
But as scared as she was, Ursula knew she couldn’t back down now, not after so much time and work put into this performance, and not with the audience already filling the rows. Her only choice was to do her best and hope that everything would work out.
 
 
The good news was the churros worked quite well in calming her down. Even as she stood inside the theater and watched the audience file in to fill up every last seat, Ursula felt almost no desire to run and hide somewhere. Unfortunately, she still really wanted to run to the nearest bathroom. In fact, her need to go felt even stronger now that her stage fright didn’t have so much of her attention. It did not help that she had both arms wrapped around Beary, so all she could do to keep it at bay was lightly rub her knees together.
“Are you okay?”
Rex’s voice pulled her focus from her bladder for just a moment. “Y-yes, I’m all right.”
“Friend Ursula sure? Tora still see worry on face,” said Tora.
“W-Well, I’m still a little nervous,” she replied, “but thanks to all the support from you guys, I’ll be able to give it my all.” Before anyone else could voice their concern, she quickly looked to the stage and said, “Okay, time to get out there!”
“Alright, good luck to you, then!” said Rex as she and Beary turned around and headed for the stage.
“We’ll be cheering for you from here!” added Nia.
As their encouraging words faded into the background, Ursula allowed her smile to fall away and her walk to become stiff and slow. Despite her confident showing mere moments ago, she had to admit the pressure was getting to her, albeit a different pressure than what her friends probably expected. Could she really keep holding on and make it through her performance at the same time?
No more time to think, she was already standing behind the curtains, with Beary holding her stringed instrument while she held her bladder. She could hear the crowd going quiet and see the lights dimming from under the curtain. A bit later, and she picked up the pitter-patter of Tipitapi walking onstage and introducing her. Exactly what he had to say, she didn’t know, for her mind stayed focused on her need to go and the impending performance.
“And without further ado, Tipitapi proudly presents Ursula’s New Groove!”
Ursula had just enough time to put her hands at her sides and bring her smile back before the curtains parted. The spotlights hit her eyes and the applause from the silhouetted crowd filled her ears, already making her little heart flutter. Still, she pushed through it, stepping forward and giving a curtsy to the audience. She then sat down cross-legged, with Beary lowering her Torigonda into her hands before sitting down right behind her, giving her something to lean back on.
Right away, she felt her hold lose strength from her legs spreading out, making her groin muscles tighten up as much as they could to make up for it. It only got worse as the weight of her instrument came down onto her lap, pressing into her bladder and making her draw in a sharp breath. The doubts and worries came back, and for a moment, she could not see any possible way this concert could end well.
But then she caught several figures in the back seats, recognizing their shadows in a heartbeat. Her friends, the people who had been there for her every step of the way, were watching with hopeful eyes. The warm fur pressing against her back reminded her of the other friend hoping to see her succeed as well. Her heart filled with resolve as she remembered all of these wonderful people and their help in getting her out of her shell. Her fears and bladder would not stop her; she would finish this concert, not just for her friends, but for herself as well.
With a smile, Ursula strummed the first note, filling the room with the Torigonda’s distinct Gormotti folk sound. What little noise the audience made quickly died away as she continued, each note weaving together to form a melody. Soon after, she added her voice, delicate yet firm, to create the piece she had rehearsed so many times before, a song to make one reflect on where they had come from and the journey that awaited them still.
The further she got into the piece, the more the world seemed to disappear around Ursula. Singing and playing music always resonated with something deep inside her, and even now, with her heart racing and bladder quivering, she wanted nothing more than to keep playing and experience those joyful, rewarding sensations.
And play, she did. The parts of the song where her shyness proved too much and made her have to stop playing before were met and passed without a second thought. Before she knew it, she had reached the end of the performance, letting the last note echo throughout the hall, then fade into silence. She opened her eyes to find the audience sitting motionless, only to erupt into a thunderous applause moments later.
Despite all her fears, she had succeeded. Ursula could not help but give the widest smile in response, letting the hall know of the excitement brimming inside her little body. As Beary lifted the Torigonda out of her hands, she stood up and took a bow, then a second bow, and a third as the audience cheered her on. With that done, she turned around and stepped behind the curtains as they drew close, feeling like nothing could ever go wrong for her now.
“Ooohhh!”
But the instant the audience could no longer see her, all those exciting feelings gave way to pain and panic. Ursula closed her legs tight and crammed her hands between them as a painful surge from her bladder pulsed through her body. Any sense of modesty and shyness was cast aside, for she had to do anything and everything she could to not have an accident at that moment.
Just as quickly, Beary dropped Ursula’s instrument and huddled around her, his face filled with worry. She looked up at him with her pale cheeks turned pink and eyes shiny with tears ready to fall if the worst should come to pass.
“B-Beary,” she whimpered while bouncing on her transparent, bare feet, “I n-need the bathroom right now!”
That was all Beary needed to see for a fire to light up within the polar bear like never before. He scooped Ursula into his arms without hesitation, leaving her upright to avoid moving her bladder as much as possible and allowing her to keep holding herself, and ran from the backstage as quickly and carefully as he could manage.
Safely tucked in Beary’s arms, Ursula squirmed and moaned with her eyes shut tight, doing whatever she could to keep it all in for just a little bit longer. It might have been a small playhouse, but even the short time it took for Beary to run to the bathroom felt like forever to her.
But before they could reach the toilets, Beary came to a sudden stop. Ursula opened her eyes with the intention of asking him why, but she let out another whine as she saw the reason for herself.
They had arrived at the bathrooms, but once again, the ladies’ room had a line standing before it, no smaller than from before. Ursula could only look on in despair at the other girls, all of them squirming and shuffling like they were quite in need of the facilities as well.
“I… I can’t wait that long! I n-need to go now!” she said, adding another whimper at the end.
Unlike when he ran towards the bathroom with determination and focus, Beary simply stood there and looked around with no idea what to do next. He considered letting loose a powerful roar to maybe scare the other girls away, ensuring that they would be next in line. However, even if he was not the polite bear that would never do such a thing, Ursula would certainly rather have an accident than be mean to someone else like that, maybe even making them wet themselves in the process.
His next idea was to try running outside and finding an alley or someplace else where Ursula could go without being seen, but that had its own problems. He didn’t know the city’s layout at all, and she would likely be mortified at the idea of going potty in such a place. No, they needed a bathroom, and just about any bathroom would do for her now.
That’s when it hit him. The ladies’ room might have had a long line, but the same could not be said for the men’s room down the hall. Nobody stood outside that door, and even if it was occupied, Ursula still had a better chance of making it there than anywhere else.
Before Ursula could object, Beary took off straight for the men’s room and grabbed the door handle. Fortune continued to smile on them, for the door opened straight away, revealing a clean, empty bathroom just for her. They rushed inside, with Beary quickly shutting and locking the door behind them.
At long last, relief seemed only a few seconds away. Unfortunately, Ursula only had to look at the toilet to see why the men’s room had no line. “Oh… oh no!”
Sitting atop the lid to the toilet was a small sign, the words “Out of service” sticking out like an off-key singer in a choir. Even worse, someone had gone to the trouble of taping the lid shut. Whatever was wrong with the toilet, it was clearly not fit for use.
Just like that, Ursula’s hope of making it to a toilet had been dashed. She shut her eyes, tears beginning to seep through the lids, and whimpered again. “I… I can’t… it’s gonna c-come out!”
Hearing Ursula starting to cry next to him broke Beary’s heart. He might not have been a good reader, but even he knew when a toilet was not supposed to be used. He had to wonder if there really was no way to avoid an accident now that the only place she could have gone potty into was broken.
But then his eyes drifted to the other side of the room, and he saw just what she needed: another place for someone to relieve themselves into. There was no time to tell Ursula about it, he could ask for her forgiveness later.
Meanwhile, with her eyes closed and brain focused solely on the impending accident, Ursula did not even notice the motions of Beary moving somewhere quickly again. She did, however, pay attention when a paw reached up her dress and grabbed at her undergarments.
“Hah!?” she squeaked in surprise as the paw yanked her underwear straight down to her feet and clear off her legs with hardly any effort, the snow-white panties quickly tossed onto the toilet lid. For being such big, bulky paws, they could be quite dextrous. The hands were not done yet, for she was shuffled to where her back was braced against Beary’s chest. Finally, the paws pushed up her dress and lifted her legs up and away, leaving her entire lower half exposed and pointed forward.
“Wha-what?” stammered Ursula, her blush growing to bridge the gap between her cheeks. She opened her eyes, ready to ask why Beary would do such a thing, but she immediately got her answer.
Right in front of her was a urinal, the thing boys could tinkle into, and Beary had aimed her right at its center.
“W-wait, I…” she tried to speak, maybe say something to convince Beary not to make her do this. Unfortunately, with her underwear off and legs spread when she was already seconds from bursting, there was not a thing she could say or do to stop what would happen next.
Ursula let out one last gasp as it finally began: a robust, pale, steady stream pushed out of her and through the air, only breaking up just before striking within the urinal’s walls with a splattering sound. It ran down the porcelain in smooth rivulets into the waters below, adding a tinkling noise to her piddling performance. It was not a perfect stream, in fact a little of it dribbled straight down and onto the floor, but she was peeing into a urinal almost as well as any boy.
That did not mean she was happy about it, however. Never had she answered nature’s call in such an embarrassing way before. If someone had come in here and seen this, she would never want to show her face again. That Beary was holding onto her while she tinkled was bad enough, even if his head was turned away from it all. They may have been inseparable, but she always had her privacy for this up until now. She didn’t know if she could ever look him in the eyes after this.
And yet, as Ursula watched her pee leaving her with burning-red cheeks, a feeling other than embarrassment began to bloom within her, starting from her groin and growing to the rest of her body. It was the warm, soothing feeling of relief, of  finally letting out something that had built up inside her before she exploded. In a way, it was strangely similar to how she would feel when performing in front of others.
Those good feelings continued to grow within her, overpowering her humiliation with pure bliss. She had succeeded, she realized, not just in making it to the bathroom, but in her concert as well. Despite her fears, everything had worked out, and she was free to enjoy the happiness she had worked so hard to achieve.
That’s just what she did. Leaning her head back and closing her eyes, Ursula breathed a long sigh with a smile, fully relaxing into her potty time. Her stream picked up a little in response, turning into the most robust spray she had ever released, and filling the bathroom with a symphony of splashes and splatters. For such a little body, she continued to go at this pace for a long time, more so than any other tinkle she had ever taken and likely would take again.
Her piddle came to an end almost as quickly as it started. The spray dropped into a small trickle, landing squarely into the yellowed water at the urinal’s bottom to create a deeper tinkling sound. She felt Beary leaning her into the urinal as the stream grew weaker from there, letting her still hit the urinal until she had nothing more to give than a few drips falling straight down.
“Mmm…” Ursula hummed at the end, still carrying her smile of soft, genuine relief. Opening her eyes, she saw how close she was to the urinal and was reminded of how silly the two of them probably looked. “Um, you can put me down now, Beary. I’m done.”
Beary opened his eyes and complied, setting her down and away from the small puddle she had created. The bathroom fell silent, save for Beary flushing the urinal, as Ursula stood with her hands behind her back and looking down at her feet.
“Um, I…” she started to speak in a half-whisper, “I don’t know h-how I could ever thank you for helping me.”
Beary started to shake his head, but stopped as she continued speaking. “I don’t just mean... this.” She motioned towards the urinal. “You’re always there for me, Beary. You, and all my friends, too. W-when I think about all of you, I can do all these things I never thought I’d be able to.”
As she spoke, Ursula’s head lifted up until she met Beary’s eyes, showing her smile. “It’s because of all of you that I want to keep doing my best. I’ll make as many people happy with my singing and healing as I can.” Her gaze drifted away for a moment. “And, um, I’ll speak up sooner when I need the bathroom, I promise.”
The silence returned for a few seconds until Ursula, feeling too bold to resist, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Beary’s stomach, burying her head into his belly. The bear rested his paws on her back, returning the hug in earnest.
“I’m so glad to have you with me,” she whispered, “You, and all my friends.”
Ursula wanted to stay surrounded in Beary’s comforting warmth forever. Unfortunately, the happy moment ended with a gasp as she felt a different warmth running down her leg, reminding her of what she still needed to do, and how underdressed she still was. She pulled out of the hug and looked back to Beary. “Mmm, I still need to clean myself up,” she spoke, glancing over to the small puddle on the floor. “And that, too.”
Nothing more needed to be said as the two went about cleaning up after her potty time. While Beary handled the puddle, Ursula sat on the toilet and tended to herself with the nearby paper. Once that was all taken care of, they disposed of the paper in the waste bin, then Beary lifted  her to the sink while she washed her hands.
With clean hands, clean legs, and her underwear back where it belonged, Ursula let Beary lift her onto his shoulder. They exchanged looks one last time and nodded together before setting off back to their friends. They were undoubtedly wondering where she had run off to after the show, and she didn’t like to make them worry about her like that. They would also bombard her with congratulations and attention, something that she wasn’t too keen on after her little incident. Still, they deserved to see her after all that they helped her with, and she deserved to hear how well she did, too. She would gladly bear a bit of embarrassment for the Drivers that she was honored to call friends.

(Note: Contains story spoilers up to chapter 2. Reader discretion advised.)
 
What an utter crock of bad luck. This was the one thought that repeated in Nia’s mind over the last few hours. What was supposed to be an easy salvaging job with her mercenary friends had spiraled into a fight for survival, against her former companions, no less. Everything since then was one bad turn after another, from crash-landing in a swamp, to that awful wanted poster that made her look like some kind of monster, culminating in her arrest by Mor Ardain’s most powerful Blade.
Sitting on the hard floor of her cell, Nia had to wonder where everything went wrong. Rex was the most likely culprit to her. That cocky kid just had to do what he was told and stay out of their way, but then he went and bonded with the Blade they were trying to collect. Granted, she had no idea her partners would try to kill him afterwards, and he did help her out of a pinch at the swamp. She really couldn’t make heads or tails out of him when it came down to it.
Nia groaned as she shifted her weight to take some pressure off her bottom. She was in no condition to be thinking so deeply right now, especially not when the worst part of her captivity was proving a constant distraction. It had been several hours since her capture, and in all that time, she had not been given the chance to relieve herself. Now that she thought of it, she did not have the chance to pee before they entered Torigoth that morning, either. All that time added up to a very full bladder, a constant source of discomfort and stress for the Gormotti girl.
She had already done so several times, but Nia took another look around her cell. Nothing but a bed could be found inside the cramped walls, with no toilet or even a chamber pot for her to handle her business. Urgh, I thought even prisoners were supposed to have basic decencies.
She thought about banging on the door and yelling at the guards behind it to get her something to pee in, but she would rather die before sinking to that. They already tricked her into giving up the names of her friends, no way would she give them the satisfaction of asking for the potty like a kid in school. But still, what was she going to do? It could be hours before somebody came through that door again, far longer than she wanted to hold it even if she thought it was possible.
Her only option, it seemed, was to squat in the corner and spray the floor, leaving the guards a nice puddle to clean up once they moved her off the battleship. She wasn’t keen on the idea at first, but the more bloated her bladder got, the more appealing it sounded. Sure, it would make the room stink, but it was much better than sitting around in soaked clothes. Besides, it wasn’t like that door was going to open up anytime soon.
Fate had a funny way of working sometimes. As soon as she had made up her mind, the door handle turned, grabbing her full attention as it slowly swung open. This situation, this door, all caused a memory from a similar moment in her past to enter the forefront of her mind.
“Jin?” she called out, expecting the present to play out the same way.
To her surprise, it was not Jin who entered her cell, but Rex, the last person she expected. “You all right, Nia?” he asked.
“Rex, you…” Nia replied, sitting more upright.
Just then, her Blade Dromarch entered the cell alongside Rex and bowed. “My lady, apologies for my late arrival.”
Rescue had come for her, despite the odds. For the first time that whole day, Nia could feel a bit of happiness inside her. “Don’t mention it. I didn’t think anyone was coming at all.”
“As if we’d leave you!” said Rex, holding out his hand. “‘Always help those who help you.’ That’s the second rule of the Salvager’s Code!”
Yet again, Nia realized she might have been wrong about Rex from the start. “Yeah, well that’s you all over, isn’t it?” she asked as she took his hand and pulled herself up.
“Nngh…” Nia winced once she was on her feet. The motion had caused her bladder to shift ever so slightly, letting off another wave of discomfort that made her body tense up for just a moment. Crap, I forgot about that. Really should’ve thought of popping a squat sooner.
“Something wrong?” asked Rex.
Remembering that eyes were on her, Nia stood up straight with her legs relaxed, despite her bladder’s protests. “N-no, just been sitting here for a bit too long. Need to wake my legs back up, that’s all.”
Rex smiled. “Well, you’re about to get your running in for the day, that’s for sure.”
“Rex-Rex!” yelled a voice outside the cell. A nopon Nia did not recognize leaned in from behind the door frame. “Tora has found escape route! Hurry hurry!”
“A nopon?” she asked.
“He has been of some assistance,” said Dromarch.
“We made a new friend,” said Rex.
“Ah. Nice to meet you.” Nia nodded.
At that moment, three more faces leaned around the corner, forming a totem pole of sorts. “Well, I think we’ve overstayed our welcome here. Time to get moving!” said Gramps, who rested on top of a robotic girl’s head.
As much as she wanted to keep staring at the oddly humorous sight, Nia nodded and replied, “Right. I’ve had enough of this place. Time for some fresh air.”
One by one, they exited the cell and began their escape. Most of them worried about how and if they were going to escape the battleship. For Nia, however, the major question on her mind was if they would be able to escape soon enough to take care of her other problem. Her chance to pee in her cell was long gone; her best shot now was to wait until they got outside and then find a bush or rock to duck behind. It didn’t matter if they knew she had to go once they were free, but until that opportunity came up, it was better that they remained focused on escaping.
The problem there was how hard it was to focus on the escape herself. Every step she took sent an unpleasant jolt from her bladder through her whole body. She was thankful to be running behind everyone else, so she could bite her lip and occasionally place a hand on her bladder to stem the tide.
Come on, Nia, she thought to herself. You’re a tough Driver. Just a few more minutes, and you’ll get to have that wee. She looked ahead at Tora, who led the group through the battleship’s corridors. I hope to Elysium this nopon knows where he’s going.
 
 
The good news was Tora knew exactly where they were going and the best path to get there. The bad news was that didn’t mean getting there would be fast or easy. She had expected some kind of resistance to their escape, but that didn’t make it any easier whenever Ardainian soldiers stood in their way.
Not that those soldiers were a serious threat to a team of Drivers, but Nia was not exactly fighting at her best. She was forced to divide her attention between battling the guards and keeping her overdistended bladder in check. It was a tough balancing act, where focusing too much on one side meant underperforming in battle or another surge of pain from her groin.
It took a little bit, but the party eventually arrived at their destination: the armory right next to the ship’s hangar. Against the odds, Nia had managed to make it with hardly a scratch, and completely dry trousers to boot. Told you you could do it, she thought.
“Alright, we’re here. Now what?” asked Rex.
“Now everyone go through hangar into outside dock, then friends all home free!” declared Tora.
The warm optimism Nia felt back in the cell renewed inside her. That is, until she looked over to the corner of the room. “And what are we going to do about the big doors in our way?” she asked.
“I imagine that’s what this control panel over here is for,” Rex said as he walked over and looked at its many buttons. “Let’s see… here we are! Door controls.” He pushed down on one of the buttons.
All eyes turned towards the doors with the expectation that it would swing open. A few seconds later, however, and they still remained closed.
“Why doors not open, Rex-Rex?” asked Tora.
“I don’t know. I’m pressing the right button,” said Rex as he gave it another push, once again with no change in the doors.
Seriously? This can’t be happening, thought a worried Nia. A blockade was the last thing she needed to see right now, the subconscious effect on her making the hold on her bladder feel more tenuous than before.
“Poppi may have the answer,” said the artificial Blade. She pointed to the tubes and cables running out of the panel and along the wall. “Panel has no power running to it. Need to restore power before doors can open.”
Following the trail of cables, Pyra pointed up to an electrical box on the walkway above them. “It looks like we could restore the power from there.”
“Oh, but ramp to walkway is raised up!” said Tora, “How do friends get there?”
“We’ll just have to find another way upstairs and into the passageway from there,” said Rex.
“Wait, what!?” Nia yelled louder than she meant, making all eyes turn onto her. She blushed and immediately lowered her voice. “Er, isn’t there another way? Surely Pyra can use her powers to blast through that door like she did back on the ancient vessel.”
At this, Pyra’s eyes drifted downwards while a hand rested on her plentiful chest. “Well, I would, but it takes a while for me to channel that much power. I was only able to make such a big blast back on the vessel because I had been asleep for so long, I had lots of power to burn.”
“Hmm, I believe it would be for the better if we did not make Pyra overexert herself so shortly after she just woke up,” said Gramps from inside Rex’s helmet.
“B-but…”
“We don’t have time to look for another answer,” said Rex, already on his way out the door. “Let’s go before they figure out our escape plan.”
Before Nia could protest any further, the rest of the party was moving past her and back out the door. Dromarch walked up to her and asked “Shall we be going, my lady?”
Nia sighed and shook her head. “I suppose we don’t have much of a choice,” she said as she took off towards the rest of the gang.
 
 
Nia had hoped it would not take long to find their way to the armory’s upper level. Unfortunately, their detour ended up taking them through the entirety of the battleship, and quite a few guards as well. The party tried its best to slip past them undetected, but tight corridors and half a dozen Drivers and Blades running about meant fighting was inevitable.
And so, Nia found herself once more walking the tightrope between putting up a good fight and not soaking her suit. She did her best to maintain both, but the passing time and energy spent battling were taking their toll. Every step, every dodge, every swing of her blades made her hold on her bladder feel that much weaker, along with her confidence that she could make it. Her moves grew sloppy, with near misses becoming more frequent, only adding to her stress. It was a dangerous feedback loop, and she knew of how dangerous and silly it was, but what else could she do given the circumstances?
It felt like hours, but it only took a few more minutes for the party to finally reach the walkway with the power box. As they rounded the corner, a sense of elation hit Nia once she saw she was above where they just were. Just a little bit longer, that’s all.
“Let Poppi handle the power box,” said Poppi.
“Tora will assist Poppi!” said Tora.
“Right, I’ll see if I can lower the ramp,” said Rex as they dispersed to do just that.
“Guess that leaves me for guard duty,” said Nia, turning around, wincing again at the urine sloshing about. I need to stop with the sudden movements.
At least she didn’t have to worry about making another one for a little bit while she kept watch on the corridor they just came through. However, simply standing around had its disadvantages as well. Without the adrenaline of combat, the painful pressure became more pronounced, and with everyone else not distracted by a fight, there was little she could do to ease that pressure. The most she risked was to wiggle her hips while she leaned on the wall with her arm, biting her lower lip every once in awhile.
“Nia?”
But even that was too much, it seemed.
“Ah! Y-yes?” Nia brought her wiggling to an immediate halt and turned to face Pyra and Dromarch, the two unoccupied Blades. Their eyes felt rather piercing to Nia at that moment as they looked with concerned expressions. “Er, did you guys want something?”
A moment passed before Pyra spoke. “Are you feeling okay?”
“S-sure, I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve noticed that your movement in battle is stiffer than usual,” said Dromarch.
“Yeah, and you’ve had this strained look about you since we got you out of your cell,” said Pyra.
Though Nia kept a straight face, she was anything but calm on the inside. Of course her partner in combat would have noticed her underperforming, but someone else’s Blade was catching on too? Things were quickly going from bad to worse for her. She had to soothe their worries, and fast.
“Well, of course I’m tense. We’re in the middle of a prison break!” she responded, crossing her arms.
“We all are, but sometimes it looks like you’re almost in pain when you’re fighting,” said Pyra.
“My lady, have they possibly done anything to you while we were separated?” asked Dromarch.
“They’ve done nothing of the sort. I’ve just been sitting in my cell ever since the interrogation.” Nia paused to sigh. “Look, I promise the both of you, as soon as we’re out of here, I’ll let you know what’s going on. I just really need to stay focused right now.”
Despite her words, Dromarch and Pyra continued to stare at Nia with no change in their looks. Come on, quit looking at me. I can’t stand still like this for much longer!
“My lady…” began Dromarch.
“Power to door controls is restored!” declared Poppi.
“I’ve got the ramp down, too!” said Rex.
Finally! “Then what are we waiting for?” asked a smiling Nia, already heading towards the ramp. “Let’s get moving!”
She did not see Dromarch and Pyra exchange worried looks, but she would not have cared even if she had. Freedom was near, and with that, the opportunity to squat and let loose the longest, most satisfying pee of her life. Nothing else mattered more in those moments.
Nia stood by the armory doors, practically jumping in place with both excitement and the urge to pee, while Rex went for the control panel Just as she had hoped, the doors pulled apart this time, and the group quickly ran into the hangar, their goal being the bay doors leading into the Torigoth relay base.
“Not much further to exit!” said Tora.
“Not so fast, my dear intruders!”
Oh come on, what now!? Nia felt her whole body grow more tense than ever.
The hangar gates opened, and in walked Consul Dughall of Mor Ardain, along with his massive Blade. “Letting a terrorist from Torna out of my grasp would make me look very bad indeed,” he said while bringing his goofy waddling to a stop.
Whatever he had to say next, Nia did not care in the slightest. All she could focus on was her aching bladder practically screaming in protest at yet another obstacle in her quest for relief. She had no time for any posturing this windbag had to make.
“Sorry, pal, but you’ve done all the capturing you’re gonna do today,” said Nia while she drew her weapons.
“Such impertinence for a dirty terrorist,” said Dughall.
“Let’s go, Pyra!” said Rex, pulling out his sword.
“On it!” yelled Pyra.
Thus began their fight against Dughall. For as silly and harmless as he looked, the consul put up a solid fight against the party. This was mostly owed to his large Blade, however; as soon as any attacks got too close to Dughall, he would run and hide behind the Blade, letting it take all the hits while he stayed out of harm’s way.
Such cowardice only angered Nia further. Making one’s Blade endure all the pain instead of fighting like a proper warrior was low in itself, but it also made the fight drag out for even longer, eating up what precious little time she had left to avoid an accident.
“Get out here, you bloody coward!” yelled Nia, swinging her ring-blade towards Dughall, only for the Blade to block with its spear.
“I don’t take orders from terrorists!” he retorted from behind the safety of his guard.
The Blade did not talk, instead swinging its lance outwards to throw Nia off. She flew through the air from the Blade’s side at a dangerous speed, something that would have spelled a nasty tumble if not for her quick reflexes. Right before hitting the ground, she managed to right herself, skidding on her feet and hands a few meters as she touched the floor.
“Nngh…” she groaned as she stood upright. She might have avoided taking a serious hit, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t painful regardless. “Gah!?”
But soon, something other than pain registered in her mind. A wet warmth graced her sensitive regions, forcing her eyes wide open and legs closed tight. That swing had forced her attention off her bladder for an instant too long, allowing a dribble to escape into her knickers. It was not enough to seep into her outerwear for the moment, but even that little bit was too much in her books.
“My lady! Are you alright?” Dromarch ran to her side.
“I’m fine,” Nia replied through her teeth. “But we need to take this windbag down right now.”
“I understand, but we must be patient,” said Dromarch, watching Dughall’s Blade swinging at Rex and Tora. “We need only wait for an opening and-”
“There’s the opening! Now!” Nia wasted no time in running around to Dughall’s back while he was distracted. She knew it was a bit reckless, but it was not like she had any choice with her holding strength hanging by a thread.
Nia stopped in her tracks as soon as she got within range for what she was planning. Hearing Dromarch’s paws hitting the floor as he ran up behind her, Nia backflipped onto his back as Dromarch opened his maw as wide as he could.
“Dark Maelstrom!” They yelled together as a powerful blast of water and ether erupted from Dromarch, catching Dughall square in the middle, his screaming barely audible above the rushing waves. Meanwhile, Nia tossed her ringblades through the blast, empowering them with an extra dosing of ether before they struck the consul. She then jumped into the air as her weapons flew back, catching them and delivering one last powerful slash.
The chaos in the hangar fell into silence as Dughall’s Blade came to a halt and fell over with a loud crash. Dughall himself swayed about, barely able to stay upright and conscious after receiving such a battering.
“How? A mangy fleabag and a bunch of stinking kids…” mumbled Dughall. “My triumphant return… to Mor Ardain… with the Aegis…” was all he could manage before falling to the ground defeated.
“Out like a light,” said Gramps.
“That’s what he gets for trying to execute Nia,” declared Rex.
Tora bounced up and down in panic. “No time! Talk later, Rex-Rex! We should escape!”
“Masterpon is right,” said Poppi, “Chance of reinforcements is very high.”
“Wait, everyone,” said Dromarch, looking over towards Nia. “We might have a problem.”
The entire group turned its attention towards Nia, who did not look a good sight. No longer standing upright, she was practically trembling in place with a noticeable shine of sweat on her brow.
“Are you okay, Nia?” asked Pyra, “Were you hurt in that fight?”
“I-I’m fine, guys!” Nia forced out. “W-we just need to g-get off this ship before-ooohh!”
Despite Nia saying otherwise, there was no hiding the pain she felt from another powerful shockwave coming from her bladder. Everyone could see her closed eye, grit teeth, pressed legs, and white-knuckle grip on her blades.
“Nia!” yelled Rex as the party gathered around her, all wearing worried faces.
Stop worrying about me and get moving! That’s what Nia wanted to say, anything to get them to back off, but she had to wait until this pain passed first. Just as quickly as it had happened, the shockwave ended, and Nia opened her mouth to speak. However, no words made their way out; instead, she let out a wide-eyed gasp as a far worse feeling soon replaced the pain.
The wet heat at her groin had returned, much bigger and stronger than the last spurt. The dampness in her underwear turned into a full soaking as it now stuck to her crotch, the urine passing through it with ease. A dark spot formed on her suit, growing up and around her crotch and butt until it spread down her legs and into her boots.
“No no no no no no!” Nia whispered, trying her absolute hardest to make the flow stop despite the damage it had already done. It was no use; her holding muscles had given out, and no amount of begging or effort would halt the ever-growing flow. She was wetting herself now; the only thing within her power was to stare in horror at her friends as the undeniable truth hit them.
“What in the…!?” said Rex, reeling back in shock.
“Oh no!” Pyra put her hands to her mouth.
“Er, were we a bit too slow in our escape?” asked Gramps.
Poppi tilted her head. “Poppi confused, Masterpon. Is Nia suffering from coolant leak?”
“Nia have leaky-leak, but that definitely not coolant,” said Tora.
“Oh,” Poppi’s eyes lit up. “Do you mean she is-”
“S-s-shut it, all of you! Q-quit looking at me!” yelled Nia, her face turning as red as Pyra’s hair. She put her hands in front of her groin, but little could be hidden at that point. By now, several drops and broken streams spilled out of her outfit, making a clear tinkling noise against the steel floor. A hissing sound also came from her body, far different from the intimidating hiss she would make with her mouth.
Rather than heed her advice, Dromarch walked up and looked with worried eyes. “Forgive me, My Lady, but why did you not let us know of this sooner?”
“We’re in the m-middle of an escape, that’s why!” snapped Nia. “I couldn’t exactly p-put that on hold to visit the loo!”
“But… we were worried that something was really wrong with you,” said Pyra.
Rex nodded. “Yeah, just a little heads up would’ve been fine. And if it was slowing you down so much, then you could’ve, you know, handled it while Poppi was fiddling with the door controls.”
“W-what!?” Nia balked. “You mean just s-squat and piss in front of you all!?” That sounds even worse than wetting myself!
Gramps leapt up and smacked Rex in the back of his head. “You really must learn to better speak to a lady, Rex.”
“Ow!” Rex rubbed his head. “Well, not in front of us! I meant like behind a corner or something.”
Pyra stepped forward with her hands together. “Um, I would’ve stood guard for you if you needed me to, Nia.”
“Poppi make good bodyguard and privacy protector, too!” declared Poppi, her arms flapping against her sides.
“R-really?” Hearing those words caused the anger in Nia to fade away, being replaced with a warmth in her heart. Unfortunately, it only reminded her of the warmth on her legs, feet, and groin. She looked down at her soaked uniform with a grimace, her ears going flat against her head. Seeing the dark patches continuing to spread out while a puddle steadily formed around her feet only made the sensations feel that much worse.
“Well, w-wish I had known that b-before,” Nia said, her voice choking up and vision getting blurry with water.
“My lady, please don’t be so hard on yourself,” said Dromarch, “This unfortunate moment does not diminish my perception of you. I am just happy that you are safe and sound again.”
It took a great deal of effort, but Nia turned her gaze towards Dromarch’s caring, blue eyes. “Th-thank you, Dromarch,” she said with a sniff, getting a noseful of the stench of her urine. “But, I don’t know h-how I’m going to get over this.”
“If it means anything,” said Pyra, “I still think you’re a strong fighter no matter what, and I won’t say a word of this to anyone if you don’t want me to.”
“Tora not say anything mean, either!” The normally-energetic nopon rubbed his head with his wing-hand. “Tora, er, can sympathize with Nia on this.”
“Reminder set to change Masterpon’s bedsheets,” Poppi declared.
“Meh-meh-meh!?” A patch of red instantly appeared on Tora’s cheeks.
“Oops.” Poppi glanced away. “Poppi need to work on secret-keeping protocols.”
Nia looked around at all of her comrades’ understanding and compassionate expressions. She had expected a smattering of mockery, ridicule, and bullying from soaking her outfit, but received nothing but kindness. What she had done to deserve the friendship of such company, she might never know.
“And… what about you?” Nia turned to Rex, “Not going to call me a s-stupid little girl or something?”
Rex shook his head. “Nah. That might’ve been the smartest thing you could’ve done about it, honestly.”
“W-what?” For a moment, Nia completely forgot about the fact that was she was currently peeing her pants.
“Little-known advice for salvaging: if you’re under the cloud sea and you really gotta go, it’s better to just hose your trousers and move on. That way, it’s not slowing you down, and you don’t end up hurting yourself.”
“Really now?” That can’t be an actual thing, no way.
“I haven’t lied to you yet, have I?”
Even during one of the most humiliating moments of her life, Nia found Rex’s smile a bit contagious, as the corners of her lips slowly pulled upwards.
“Are you feeling better now, my lady?” asked Dromarch.
“A... little bit.” Nia wiped her tears with her sleeve.
“Tora bet it feel good to not have so much wee-wee in body anymore,” said Tora.
Nia had to admit, Tora wasn’t wrong. She may have hosed herself rather badly, but at least that awful pressure was finally gone, the last of it dribbling into her saturated outfit in that moment. Rex might have been onto something about it not being in her way, at least.
“Y-yeah, it does,” said Nia, her smile growing into a smirk. “And now I know that if Rex was the one locked up, he’d have pissed his pants a lot sooner than I did.”
“Er, well…” Rex glanced over at Pyra. “I would’ve just gone in the corner or something.”
“What are you looking at me for?” asked Pyra.
Gramps cleared his throat just then. “I believe we’ve dilly-dallyed here long enough. We should leave before more reinforcements arrive.”
“Oh, y-yeah, we were escaping,” said Nia, looking over to the hangar door now open. “Let’s go. The sooner I get out of here, the sooner I can get cleaned up.”
The party all nodded before heading out through the hangar doors. Nia cringed as soon as she took her first step out of her puddle. Her pants and socks clung to her legs and feet, already growing into an uncomfortable, wet cold, and she felt a gross squish in her boots with every step. If this is what salvagers have to put up with, I’d rather stay a Driver, she thought while a shudder ran down her spine.
The morning sun greeted the party as they reached the base’s dock, the entrance lying just before them. At long last, Nia’s freedom was just a short walk away, then she could find a river to wash up and clean her clothes in, putting this nightmare behind her for good.
But of course, there had to be yet another obstacle in her way. A roar of blue flames flared up out of nowhere, blocking the gate before they could cross it. Two figures stepped through the fires, revealing themselves as Special Inquisitor Mòrag and her Blade Brighid, the two responsible for Nia’s capture and imprisonment.
“It’s her!” Rex yelled.
“And with her Driver too, this time,” said Nia, already feeling anger welling up inside her.
“So they were waiting for us,” said Pyra.
“Yes, indeed,” said Gramps. “I did feel like we got away a little too easily.”
“I don’t know why I expected Dughall to slow you down at all,” said Mòrag in a calm voice befitting a military professional.
Nia had a few questions in mind for the inquisitor, but her temper made her pick the one that mattered the most to her in that moment.
“Oi, you!” she shouted, stepping forward with her legs out and revealing her accident for the whole world to see. “What kind of two-bit inquisitor locks someone away without even giving them a pot to piss in?”
Mòrag directed her focus towards Nia, specifically to her legs. “Did you… wet yourself?” she asked, eyebrow raised in genuine surprise.
“No thanks to you!” Nia bared her fangs.
For a moment, the stoic and calculating inquisitor seemed at a loss for words. “My apologies. I had no idea you had been mistreated as such. I shall see to it that Dughall and the guards are reprimanded for this.”
An apology from Mòrag the Flamebringer herself? Now Nia found herself unable to think of anything to say. “Y-yeah, well at least you have some sense, I suppose,” she replied, crossing her arms and looking away.
“I will also personally ensure there will be a chamber pot in your cell once I have returned you there.” Mòrag swung her whip swords, launching them out to the sides to show that she meant business.
Nia responded in kind, pulling out her blades and getting into a fighting stance. “Sorry, but after my treatment last time, I don’t feel much like paying it a second visit.”
“Guess we’ll have to leave the questions for later,” said Rex as he and the rest of the party drew their weapons.
“That’s just fine by me,” said Nia. Perhaps she would regret not getting any info out of Mòrag later, but right now, she just wanted something to take her anger out upon. She hoped that Mòrag had said her morning prayers already, because the inquisitor was about to deal with one pissed catgirl.

*Work will require basic knowledge of the video game League of Legends to fully understand. I do not own League of Legends and its characters.
 
Ashe sighed. It was another long day on Summoner's Rift waging a, in her opinion, pointless war to destroy the enemy's nexus. Today
she was paired with Thresh, the chain warden in bottom lane. Ashe did relatively well with Thresh and so it was a generally less irritable
match. Ashe continued to focus on killing the enemy minion wave like she had done so much times before. The frost archer was then
interrupted from her actions when Thresh decided to engage on the enemy. A loud clink of metal signified a successful engage, and
Ashe prepared her bow in response. Firing flurry after flurry of arrows expertly onto the trapped enemy, she was rewarded with a swift
announcement. First Blood. Having only received minor resistance to the engage, she downed a health potion anyway and continued to
push her lane. The bland taste engulfed her mouth, but it wasn't like Ashe hadn't got used to the mediocre tastes of the potion the
League had to offer. "Nice work." She said to the chain warden. "Same to you, frost archer." Thresh responded. The remaining enemy
Draven began to recall and Ashe took this as an opportunity to do so as well, as did Thresh. A blinding blue light engulfed the pair, and
they were teleported back to base. The frost archer immediately began to purchase items with her earned gold, patiently waiting for the
shopkeeper to hand her the items. After a swift purchase, Ashe moved back to bottom lane with damage items as well as several health
potions she deemed effective for her survivability. After moving back in position Ashe began to push the enemy wave, confident of her
lead in the lane. The enemy seemed to agree as well, the usually flashy and aggressive Draven opting to play passively in lane. This
continued on for a few minutes before the enemy began to play unusually aggressively. Draven began to move in very suddenly as did
the enemy support. Thoroughly confused by their seemingly pure stupidity Ashe and Thresh readied their weapons. Ashe's precise
hearing, however made out a rustle in the bushes behind. "We've been ambushed!" She thought to herself, about to warn Thresh of
this, before he was tackled to the ground by the enemy Jarvan IV. A series of swift strikes from his lance followed soon after, and the
enemy Draven slammed both axes onto ground as they began to move toward the chain warden, assuring Thresh's death. An Ally has
Been Slain. The announcer's voice boomed through the battlefield. Turning their attention onto Ashe, she tried not to panic and
began to ran back to her turret, but Jarvan was quick to respond. A blow from his massive lance crippled her retreat, and she began to
bleed. Jarvan was still too slow, however, and Ashe made it safely back to the turret. Deciding to defend to prevent the destruction of
her turret, the frost archer forced down three health potions and aimed her bow at the approaching enemies. Thresh eventually joined
her in defending, and they made a silent pact to play a bit more passively as well. The game dragged on for another thirty minutes
before her team began to group in an attempt to win the game. A dull ache in her lower abdomen alerted the archer, as the health
potions began to make its uncomfortable presence. This was quickly forgotten, however, as the opposing teams engaged in a brutal
team fight. Aiming her bow onto the approaching enemies, she fired arrow after arrow from the backlines, dealing damage safely.
Her front line fell quickly, putting Ashe at a sudden disadvantage. Swiftly killing the enemy Draven, Ashe began to retreat along with
her allies. Thresh fell quickly as the entire enemy team focused on him, allowing Ashe to retreat. Both teams felt the need to play
passively, and a silent stalemate fell upon the fields of justice. As minutes of attacking and defending alike turned into hours, Ashe's
unnoticed need began to grow. It brought a frown onto her face, as the need to empty her bladder was actually substantial. The dull
ache never ceased to progress, and as an hour of the game passed, it put a visible strain on her body. At this point she was
not what she herself would call desperate, but if it was to her convenience she would use the washrooms. However, it was starting
to bother her. The frost archer, however, chose to focus on the battle instead of her bladder. It was well over an hour into the game
before heavy bladder spasms began to attack her. The never-ending ache in her bladder starting to affect her concentration and
thoughts, a poorly-timed bladder spasm caused her to release a quick spurt into her underwear. Immediately and forcibly stopping
the stream, Ashe developed a furious blush. Crossing her legs abruptly and hoping no one would see her, she did so for the sake
of her bladder control. Noticing her discomfort, the chain warden questioned her. "This is unlike you. What is affecting your
performance, frost archer?" "Nothing, i-it's just the weather." Ashe offered. Thresh looked at her strangely but decided to drop the
topic. If Ashe could've gone redder she would've, the stutter and quite frankly ridiculous excuse made her look like a child. Deciding to
again focus on winning the battle, not just to win but also for the sake of her bladder, she followed her team to the enemy's turret.
Another half-hour passed, and Ashe was beside herself by this time. She had began to sweat and she tightened her bladder muscles.
The frost archer frequently crossed legs and shifted side to side, and sometimes wished she could just grip her privates to manually aid
herself in her internal battle. She could not stand still for more than a couple of seconds, and her aiming as a trained and professional
archer become sloppy and misdirected. Each minute continued to weaken her fight against containing the ocean within her body.
She was definitely desperate. Another fight broke out in the jungle, and Ashe readied her bow. Ashe's arrows could not keep up
with her falling allies, and the enemy Jarvan trapped half of her team with a precise cataclysm. Ashe began to retreat, but no before
the enemy landed a swift blow on her abdomen. "A-Ah!" She cried out, as another more potent stream soiled her underwear.
Ashe doubled over, but by pure luck managed to land an arrow on the enemy Sion assaulting her, and promptly fed. Gasping, she
couldn't believe she hadn't died once yet. It was probably the reason her bladder was in its condition. Two hours since the game began,
and Ashe looked around her. The enemy team was pushing to her turret, and all of her team mates were dead. She could defend, but her bursting bladder simply couldn't wait any longer. It was now or never. Ashe let out a low whimper, her agonizingly full bladder creating a
permanent discomfort and strain on her body. Her bladder muscles were stretched to the maximum capacity, she needed to relieve herself so
badly. Ducking blindly into some bushes, she hastily placed a ward outside and rapidly checked her surroundings for anybody that would
witness her release. She gasped as another bladder spasm attacked her tortured bladder. "Nnnn.... AH!" She couldn't stop the immediate
spurt of liquid from her body. Wasting no more time, she lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Finally, she let go. She couldn't
help but close her eyes, nearly two hours of pent up liquid being released. Ashe wasn't even into her relief session for three seconds before
footsteps alerted her. With a newfound power, she lifted her underwear up and stopped her stream painfully. Developing a furious blush
at realizing what she was doing, she lifted her bow. The queen of freljord had just attempted to relieve herself in the middle of battle.
Her legs shuddered and sweat ran down her face as she readied her bow. Her bladder gave another protest and another spurt ran down
her legs. Unable to shove a hand onto her privates, she shakily stood up to face her enemy. With his back to her, she spotted the
enemy Jarvan, and she mustered up all the concentration she had while still nursing a bursting bladder to draw her bow and release
a precise shot. Despite her dilemma, she managed to land the arrow and draw Jarvan's attention. Staggering a bit, he whipped around
with his massive lance, and spotted Ashe. Immediately, he charged her. In a brief moment of panic, another longer, gushing stream
shot out of her strained bladder as her muscles struggled to contain the ocean within. She drew her bow again, realizing it was either
she landed a critical strike onto her target or she died. Gathering all of her concentration, she blinked back tears as she let go of her bow.

An enemy has been slain.
 
The announcement boomed across Summoner's Rift. Sighing in tremendous relief, she took baby steps to the bushes nearby.
Panting, she fell on her knees, as standing would cause her doom. Shakily maneuvering herself to the bush, she froze suddenly.
"N-No! Please!" She begged uselessy as she was so close to the relief she so desperately desired. The pain of still holding back, her
bladder muscles had too much. Finally, her bladder let go. Tears leaked out of Ashe's eyes, the shame of the queen of freljord wetting
herself on the battlefield causing them. Despite this, a part of the frost archer was still in bliss, and she just closed her eyes. Ashe sighed,
as the stream picked up force and soaked her legs underwear, making its way onto the ground. Her accident splashed around loudly.
Ashe's stream didn't break quickly, and her eyes widened at the volume of urine she had been containing the entire time. After nearly
half a minute of a full stream, her stream began to slow until she was empty. Enjoying the feeling of emptiness she yearned for the
entire battle she grimly faced her base from the bushes, already knowing the result.
 
Defeat.