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    • By Maki in OmoOrg News and Updates
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      Hello everyone, I hope you all are staying safe and warm this winter!
      This news entry will highlight a few of the updates that have been rolling out to OmoOrg lately.
       
      Discord
      Our most recent update; we now have an official OmoOrg Discord server! Anyone with an OmoOrg account is welcome to join and chat with us here, just be sure you read and adhere to our server Rules & Guidelines!
      To get an invite, just link your account to the server here:
      https://www.omorashi.org/settings/?area=discord
       
      My Kinks / tag updates
      We've added a "My Kinks" section to profile pages now! You can edit your personal list by clicking "Edit Profile" on your profile page.
      This was in-part inspired by F-List and even adopts many of their descriptors.
      Additionally, many of these entries have been added to our tag database, which you can find here:
      https://www.omorashi.org/fetish-list/
      These entries will automatically be suggested to you when you enter in tags just about anywhere on the site.
       
      Search improvements
      We have moved OmoOrg to a dedicated search engine which should improve the accuracy and relevancy of all search queries on OmoOrg. There's still room for improvement here, but this should make searching a lot more usable as a start.
       
      Reputation changes
      Notice: Due to increasingly prevalent abuse related issues, access to negative reputation (Downvoting) has once again been restricted to Established Members and up.
      It was never actually intended to be opened up to all members, so this is more of an upgrade issue that has now been addressed.
       
      Twitter
      This isn't really new, but not many people know that we actually have our own official OmoOrg twitter page too! Naturally, this isn't something to follow on a personal/business Twitter account, but if you have one just for lewds, feel free to give us a follow!
      https://twitter.com/OmorashiOrg
       
      That covers all of the major changes and updates over the last few weeks, and we still have more to come!
    • By Maki in Mikan - A Wanko to Kurasou inspired series
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      When we arrived home, Mikan was still fast asleep, and Kotarou still desperately needed a shower.
      I had Kotarou carry Mikan in, being mindful not to wake her as we tucked her in on the couch for the time being.
      With that out of the way, I got Kotarou a bottle of anthropoid shampoo and some clean towels before letting her go about her business.

      "Kotarou, do you have everything you need..? Do you need any help in there?"
      "No! I mean, I can wash myself. Kotarou couldn't ask any more of Risa."
      I assume she needs privacy to deal with this herself. I can understand that.
      With nothing left to do, I plop face first onto the bed. The freshly cleaned sheets feel so nice.
      Before I can drift off to sleep myself, the sudden sound of rushing water from the bathroom brings a familiar pang to my lower parts.
      I didn't notice until now.. after that long car ride, all that lemonade has caught up with me again.
      As time slips by, I glance over towards the dresser drawer containing Mikan's.. night-time garments.
      They're technically designed for anthropoids, but.. me and Mikan are about the same size otherwise..
      ..Wait, what am I thinking?
      It's not like I need to use them. I can wait.
      ..But then again.
      The sight of Kotarou flooding herself during the Ferris Wheel ride fills my mind and sends a tingling sensation down my spine.
      I wonder.. what it's like.
      ..Kotarou should still be awhile. I mean, I guess I could just try them on, and see how they feel.
      As I crawl back out of the bed, I take a moment to peak outside the bedroom door and make sure Mikan's still fast asleep before digging through the bottom drawer.
      I pull out one of the pull-ups, admiring the paw-print designs and enjoying the soft, crinkly fabric in my hands.
      Just the thought of doing this.. it seems so perverted. But it's fine if I only slip it on for a moment, right?
      Only for a moment..
      I shimmy out of my panties before shyly placing my feet through the diapers leg holes. I let out a sigh and close my eyes for a moment, swiftly pulling the padding up.
      It's soft. My cheeks burn as my fingers run along the paw-printed fabric and I spin around to admire myself in the mirror and shivers run up my spine again.
      They feel so nice. Nice enough I decide I don't want to take them off just yet, and I end up crawling back into bed with my newfound padding.
      My face buries itself into the sheets once more and I almost drift off to sleep before a familiar pang hits me again.
      Right.. I still need to pee.
      My mind fills with images of Kotarou flooding herself on the Ferris Wheel again.
      I could just.. go right here. There's no risk of making a mess, and I could easily change before Kotarou returns.
      Part of me wants to reject this. It's so.. perverted. But I've already admitted to getting turned on by this to one doggy girl and flooded myself on a public street in front of another. What's the point in resisting it or denying it any further?
      My mind goes back and forth like this before..
      "Screw it."
      I nuzzle into the covers as my cheeks burn even rosier. This is so shameful, but.. I want to know what it's like.
      I roll back over and push myself up again. My hand runs up and down the front of the padding as I feel my body naturally relax.
      Pffssh...shhh..
      I sense another pang, but this one is promptly quelled by a famiiar noise.
      Pfffshhhhhhhhhhhh~..
      Nnnnhh! Oh gosh..
      My cheeks glow even redder as a warming sensation fills my nether regions. A yellow stain spreads outwards in all directions on the front of the once white pull-up as it rapidly bulks outwards.
      The palm of my hand trails up and down the soft fabric as my body continues to relax. I can feel heat pulsing through the diaper as it continues to soak up my liquids.
      The sensation is overwhelming.
      So much so I find my hand slipping down the front of the pull-up while still peeing full force. The hot liquids spray violently against the palm of my hand as the muffled hiss grows even louder in response.
      My hand becomes drenched not only in the spray, but in the pooled up liquids that the diaper hasn't had time to soak up yet.
      "..Ah..Ahhh!"
      My fingers run up and down my crotch as the stream dies down. The paw-prints on the front of the pull-up have all but disappeared at this point as the rest of the golden liquids pool up under my butt.
      I nearly get lost in myself before I am abruptly interrupted..

      "Risa?" I hear Kotarou call out from the bathroom and notice the shower is no longer running. Crap. Is she done already..?
      I hardly have time to yank my hand out and pull my skirt back down as Kotarou returns from the shower.
      In a panic, I wipe my hand off using a nearby blanket and do my best to act normal.

      "A-Ah! Kotarou. I didn't expect you to be out already."
      "I'm, uhm.. used to washing up from accidents, so it doesn't take me too long.
      "O-Oh. I see."
      Squirm.
      "Is something wrong, Risa? Were you waiting on me to use the bathroom or something?"
      I can still feel the padding soaking up the liquids from my accident. The sensation is making it impossible to keep still.
      But this offers me the perfect excuse. I'll just rush to the bathroom and change before she's any the wiser..
      "A-ah! Uhm, yes. I was waiting for you to get out, so.. if you'll excuse me now!"
      Squish~
      Nngh! The padding mushes against my legs as I go to stand up. I can feel a small trickle escape out the sides and run down the back of my leg as I take my first step.
      My cheeks burn as I notice Kotarou's ears and nose twitching. I should hurry before she notices anything.
      "Risa?"
      "H-Huh?! Y-Yes?"
      Kotarou steps closer and sniffs around me for a moment before a slightly unsettling grin appears on her face.
      "Risa, what are you hiding?"
      "W-What? Nothing! What makes you think I'm hiding something?"
      Kotarou suddenly takes a step closer and I instinctively step backward in response.
      "Risaa~."
      I try and step backwards again, only to trip over myself and fall flat onto the bed with another noisy squish.
      "..A-Ah?!"
      Kotarou giggles at this, and before I can react, she's crouched over and prodding at the soggy padding between my legs.
      "..O-Oh! H-Hey, Kotarou! W-What are yo-"
      Smmuuush~!
      "O-Ohhhh..~!"
      My protesting is cut off when Kotarou uses her palm to mush the padding against my lower regions. I'm taken completely by surprise, and nothing I do can suppress the loud moan that escapes my lips as my body collapses backwards onto the sheets.
      "Risa really likes diapers, doesn't she? Risa is such a pervert~!"
      My cheeks are burning so red they feel like they are on fire at this point.
      "L-look you! T-This is because you were taking too long-"
      Squish!
      "Hnnghh..!!"
      Kotarou gives the padding a firm squeeze as she glances down at me with curious eyes, a grin, and a wagging tail.
      I can't fight it any more either. My hands clench at the bed sheets as I feel some warm liquids trickling out and running down my thighs. This feels.. so.. good. My body just craves more.
      I don't understand why I am enjoying this so much, but I don't care any more.
      Come to think of it.. Nadeshiko says Kotarou is still in heat, right..? I wonder..
      With Kotarou crouched over me in nothing but her undergarments, a brief glance down is all I need to confirm a clear sticky liquid running down her thighs.
      So.. she's enjoying this too, I see. Yet she calls me the pervert!
      "..Alrighty, you. You asked for this."
      Kotarou tilts her head as my hands trail down her sides, moments later finding themselves cupped over over the doggy girls plump bottom as I give her cheeks a mischevious grope that sends her tail straight up in the air.
      "A-Ah..! R-Risa!"
      I could say I'm just doing this to help relieve Kotarou of her.. urges.
      But that would be a lie. I want this, and I want her. This is my first time being so intimate with someone.
      Kotarou wastes no time returning the favor either. Before I can react, the doggy girl is arched forward with her tongue trailing up my neck.
      "Nnnghh.."
      I'm no anthropoid, but I can play along with her doggy-like advances.
      I tighten my grip on Kotarou's bottom and pull her closer, taking the opportunity to liiick up her neck, eliciting a quiet moan from the doggy girls lips.
      We continue this back and forth a few times, before Kotarou appears to catch my gaze drifting towards her chest, and before I can move in again, she pulls back.
      Peering down at me with a smile and a light blush, Kotarou slips the straps of her sports bra off, giving a pervish grin as she lifts it up over her head.

      All I'm able to do is stare and blush at the sight. This is my first time seeing Kotarou naked. Her breasts are.. slightly smaller than mine, but still super cute.. and perky.
      After a few moments, Kotarou breaks the awkward silence with a giggle.
      "Risa. Are you just going to stare?"
      "S-Sorry! I'm, uhm.. I'm not really experienced with this stuff."
      I expect her to laugh, but she just gives me a warm smile and grabs my hand.
      "Risa. I like you."
      My cheeks flare up as Kotarou brings the palm of my hand to the center of her chest.
      "You're cute. I like playing with you Risa. If you want to, you can play with me as much as you want."
      Hngh. She's so.. cute. I can't hold back any more.
      My arms find themselves wrapped around the doggy girl as we roll over and switch positions.
      Kotarou offers no resistance either. Rather, her ears seem to perk up in excitement at this.
      Before I can do anything else, Kotarou has already made her way up my shirt.
      "Up. Arms up!"
      Well.. no point in being shy now. I let Kotarou strip me down to my bra, shimmying out of my skirt myself.
      Glancing down, I can see just how soaked and yellow the pull-up I'm in is.
      With my mind distracted, I don't even notice Kotarou undoing my bra until the cool air rushes across my exposed breasts.

      I move to try and (rather clumsily) shift out of my padding too, but I hardly get them down an inch before Kotarou grabs my hand and pulls it away with a grin.
      "Risa likes these so much, she should keep them on~"
      I think to object, but before I can say anything, Kotarou moves back in with a hand making its way down the front of my diaper and her tongue running up my chest.
      Oh, screw it!
      I return Kotarou's advances, running an arm of my own down the front of her panties, feeling her slick translucent liquids drenching my hand as I run them up and down her nether regions.
      "Hnngh!"
      My body shudders and arcs forward as Kotarou slips a couple of her fingers inside me, my other hand reaching up and squeezing at her breasts as I do the same to her.
      We each moan out in pleasure we we begin to masturbate one another, my hands groping and squeezing as Kotarou's tongue runs up my own breasts.
      My nipples grow hard as Kotarou's tongue circles them. The doggy girl gives them a few teasing nibbles as I retaliate by squeezing her own breasts harder, both of us speeding up our other hands movement, quivering and moaning out in pleasure all the while.
      We continue this back and forth for a few minutes. My breathing becomes more and more labored as the feelings of pleasure begin to overwhelm me.
      "Nnnghh..!"
      Spurt!
      ..A-Ah..! Crap..!
      "K-Kotarou.. nngh! W-Wait, I-I need the bathroom!"
      My body instinctively tries to jolt up towards the restroom, but almost immediately I'm forced back down as Kotarou pins me against the bedsheets.
      I look up in a mix of surprise and confusion. "K-Kotarou?"
      "Risa is wearing her bathroom~"
      She can't seriously..
      "But, you'll.."
      Kotarou runs herself up along my body as I speak, licking up my neck before biting down on my earlobe.
      Nip.
      Nnngh!
      "I want Risa to feel good. Just go~!"
      I want to protest further, but as Kotarou slides her fingers deeper inside me, I just lose control.
      Pffffshhlllrrrshhhhhh..~
      Ohhh..!
      I don't even bother trying to fight back as a loud moan escapes my lips, my body thrusting forward as the warm liquids spray out violently against the doggy girls fingers and flood into my diaper once again.
      The padding which was already near capacity quickly bulks out and overflows with several golden rivulets pouring out the sides.
      At the same time, Kotarou lets out a moan of her own and begins to aggressively speed up her masturbation efforts, prompting me to do the same to her.
      My body is already virtually brimming with pleasure as I feel another foreign warmth filling the palm of my hand and.. dripping down onto my chest?
      "Ahhhh~..!"
      W-wait..
      Pssshhhhhhh!
      Oh my god.
      "K-Kotarou, you're.. you're peeing all over me!"
      The doggy girl looks down at me with a pervish, lustful grin and not a care in the world as her golden stream cascades down over of me like a mini-waterfall. The warm liquids drenching my naked body and sending me into a frenzy as the two of us continue masturbating each other at full force, continuing until both our bladders are drained and we're pushed to our climax.
      Hahhh.. hah..
      Oh god, and I just washed these sheets.
      But it was totally worth it.
      I gasp a bit as Kotarou collapses on top of me.
      "K-Kotarou.. I can't.. breathe."
      The doggy girl giggles as she rolls over with a quiet splash.
      Given Mikan's.. problems, I ended up investing in waterproof sheets. Meaning, the two of us are now laying in a mini-pool of our own making with nowhere to go.
      I almost feel a bit guilty for Kotarou, before I remember her own waterfall helped add to it.
      "Are you calling me fat, Risa?"
      I giggle in return as I lean over and give her a lick on the cheek.
      Though, looking over, she doesn't even appear bothered.
      "It's warm."
      Laying in the warmth actually feels rather nice as the two of us work to regain our energy. I think of drifting off to sleep here and dealing with the consequences later, but..
      "Right. Mikan. We should get cleaned up before she wakes up."
      "Risa..? Kotarou..?
      Oh, crap.
      My eyes bolt up to see a sleepy Mikan entering the room, her eyes rubbing her eyes as she gives out a yawn.
      "Nngh.. it was so noisy in here it woke Mikan up.. what are you two doi-.."
      ...
      ...
      Stare.
      Neither of us speak. My cheeks are on fire as I struggle to come up with words. Kotarou just blinks carelessly, as if there's nothing weird about this situation at all.
      "..Uhm.."
      "M-Mikan, I can.."
      Mikan just stares at the two of us, laying here naked in a golden puddle, with me wearing nothing but a soggy diaper.
      God.. how.. how do I even explain this.
      Before I even get the chance to, I see Mikan's cheeks flare up as red as a tomato before she quickly shields her eyes and backs out of the room.

      "U-uhm, Mikan is sorry! Mikan will.. Mikan will come back later!"
      Well.. coming up with an excuse for this is going to be a challenge.
    • By SlothWhispers in Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
         2
      ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting!¬†ūüėą It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). ))
      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
      It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life.

      Living had already seemed meaningless for the majority of her time on this earth, but ever since that fateful day, things had seemed even emptier than before. Giving makeovers, enforcing the rules of the council, scaring the hell out of certain students...she was just going through the motions, day in and day out, with nothing to change it.

      The only thing that got her heart pounding, besides the click of a cold metal barrel to her head, wasn't even a thing. It was a person.

      One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person.

      Yumeko.

      She'd been expressly forbidden from seeking her out during the weeks after their own encounter, told she wasn't to interact with their enemy until the President's secretive plans were complete. Humph. The President...

      She might have said fuck it and gone after Yumeko anyways, orders be damned, but...she'd needed time to prepare her own plans. That speech the girl had given her towards the end of their game, those cutting remarks about how they weren't actually the same at all, how pointless it was, how she wasn't actually providing a satisfying challenge...how it wasn't even a gamble, because she would have won either way...

      If she wanted to impress Yumeko, to prove that she was worth gambling with, that she was capable of giving her the kind of extraordinary rush that she felt whenever her life was on the line...She had to step it up. She had to come up with a real challenge, something crazy, something truly worthy of catching the devil's attention. Something that would give them both the pleasure and danger they craved...

      And so she'd plotted, ignoring the other council members during meetings, scrolling through her cell phone's photos and gushing over the object of her desires, trying to figure out what would make that creature tick, trying to decide what she could add to the game to really bring it over the edge...

      A few weeks later, she'd heard through the grapevine about the big showdown, the highest stakes gamble...that had ended in a tie. A tie...A game like that, painstakingly set up to prove once and for all who was going to win, Yumeko or the President...and it had all been pointless in the end. 

      Hah! It was all without any meaning, just as she'd been saying all along! She'd laughed so hard that day that she'd fallen right out of her council seat.

      And now...with everything back to square one...with no new plots in play as the council pondered their next moves, as Yumeko continued to enjoy every day, gambling away with her schoolmates...she was free to step in. She could finally have her shot at the prize.

      And so she'd left her dorm room an hour before any classes started, nearly skipping through the hallways, her handbag loaded up with her prized gun, extra ammunition, and every type of card, chip, and set of dice she could think of. She knew by now exactly where Yumeko would be, in the common area and eating some sort of pastry, and the moment she spotted the table (thankfully empty, Ryota must not have met up with her yet) she grinned, her heart beating faster.

      "Yumeko!~ It's been a long time since we've seen each other...How's it been going since you dealt with the President?"

      She'd looked up from her plate with that innocent smile, seeming to brighten up at once. "Oh, Midari! It's nice seeing you here! We had a thrilling game! I'm really looking forward to seeing what she cooks up next time..."

      "Yeah, I heard it was intense, the whole council was talking about it. But enough about the past. Got any plans lined up for the day?"

      "Not yet, but I'm sure I'll find something! There are always games going on here!"

      "Well, if you don't have anything yet...I WANT A REMATCH!" She'd hoped to play it cool, but her eagerness was getting the best of her. Still, she'd ask fair and square this time. No kidnapping or arrests. "Just hear me out, I've got something that'll knock those stockings right off! Look, I've got all of the stuff ready, so just let me explain the rul-"

      "Alright, Midari...how would you feel about a different kind of game this time? It isn't played with cards or chips, but it's still a gamble.~"

      What? Not played with cards or chips? But she'd spent weeks planning this, setting up everything they needed, ironing out all of the rules, making sure it was going to be as dangerous as possible! Was all of her hard work just going to go to waste? And what would even be entertaining about a game without any of those things? "Why would I want to play a different game? We had so much fun last time!" she pleaded, leaning closer to the table and digging through her bag until her hands clasped cold metal. She whipped it out, holding her hand towards her. "Yumeko, please just take my gun and let's go set things up! One shot, I'll let you have a free shot at me! Please, just press the barrel against my head and-"

      "No guns, or I don't play with you at all." Yumeko stated quietly, smile disappearing as she let disdain fill her voice. Her hand reached out to gently take the gun, setting it down on the table before she turned back around. "I already told you that there isn't any true risk when those are involved, not when you're so eager to die. If you aren't willing to play by my rules, I can have plenty of fun with Ryota, and you can just go by yourself and-"

      No, she couldn't choose that spineless bastard over her! He didn't deserve her, he didn't appreciate her the way she did! He was just her pet, her pawn, not someone who understood the true appeal of gambling, the thrill of surprises! "Okay! Okay, I'll do it! Whatever it is I'll do it, just name the rules! I need you, Yumeko, please! You're all I've thought about since that day! All I can think about is the rush I got when we were together, that look in your eyes...Relieve me, relieve me of all of this pent up pressure!~" She was pleading now, getting down onto her knees, staring up at the woman who held all of the power, who was her only chance at getting some relief before she went mad with lust and boredom.

      Yumeko finally smiled again, and though her face held the same cheerful innocence she often wore, she could have sworn she saw those eyes flash for a moment, that briefest glimpse of the creature she so idolized stirring beneath the surface. 

      "Actually, you're going to be feeling even more pressure before our game is over, Midari. You're going to be groveling at my feet, begging for relief.~"

      ~~~

      And so Yumeko had told her the rules of her game. She was to go about her day today as normal, with a few exceptions: 

      1. She wasn't to use the restroom or otherwise relieve herself (be it intentionally or unintentionally) until after she was given explicit permission from Yumeko. If she broke this rule before classes let out for the day, Yumeko would cancel their fun entirely. 

      2. For an extra element of chance, after every class, they would meet up in the hallway and Yumeko would flip two coins. If they both landed on tails, nothing would happen. One head, and she would be forced to down half a bottle of water right there in the few minutes before her next class, or if two heads, it would be an entire bottle. Anything else she chose to drink throughout the day and how much was entirely her choice.

      And finally, what was probably going to be the most difficult part of the challenge:

      3. She was forbidden from being anything but pleasant to Ryota if they happened to cross paths.

      She still wasn't sure how the hell having to piss was going to be anywhere close to the thrill she could seek from a gun, but this was the task Yumeko had given her, so she was determined to follow orders and see where it led. Yumeko had promised that after classes were over, they'd 'move somewhere more private for the real fun to begin', and, well...she hoped at least some of what her idol had in mind was close to what was now running rampant through her own imagination...

      ~~~

      If there was one benefit to this game of Yumeko's that she hadn't expected, it was how much more sensitive her full bladder seemed to make everything else.

      The first three classes hadn't been bad at all (she'd downed the bottle and a half from the coin flips with ease), and while lunch had been uncomfortable, it had still been manageable (so much so, in fact, that she'd downed an entire can of tea with her food, just to liven the rest of the challenge up). But things had started hitting harder for her next class, and another half bottle had actually sent nerves running through her. Although, that only served to heighten her excitement. If she was actually starting to sweat, maybe this wasn't going to be so boring after all...

      After a while of shifting and squirming in her seat during the daily council meeting, she'd ditched the room for one of her usual 'bathroom breaks'. On her way out she'd heard a few of the members muttering to each other about her awkward body language. It was ironic, actually. The one time she actually did need to piss and had a valid excuse to bust out of there, and she wasn't even going to go.

      Stepping into the stall and seeing the toilet had her shoving a hand down her skirt for an entirely different reason than usual as she was forced to cross her legs, groaning quietly. She really hadn't expected all of that water to catch up with her so early on in the challenge, but she was quickly approaching the closest she'd ever come to actual desperation. She wasn't going to let out a drop though. She had to save everything for Yumeko!

      "Yumeko..."

      Just whispering her name sent chills through her, her body shuddering before she'd sat down on the toilet. She'd had to clench her lower muscles tightly as they threatened to contract again. Fuck, she had to piss.

      "Fuck..."

      Closing her eyes and leaning her head back, she'd tried to ignore the present urge in favor of taking care of other urges. It was slow going at first. Despite her desire, it was hard to relax and get into the mood when most of her energy was focused on the constant throbbing in her abdomen. Every light touch had her stiffening up or squirming on the cold porcelain as the urgency spiked, and she had to cross her legs more than once in order to maintain control.

      But once she'd finally started to get into the rhythm of things? Once the lighter touches started adding up, and when she'd started to regain the ability to focus on the feeling of sensations besides her bladder's urges? Those other delicious tingles, the teasing drips that ran along such a sensitive area, reminding her what else could be dripping if she would just let go...

      Holy shit.

      She hadn't done anything else different from her usual stroking routine, but every single nerve seemed to be on edge, every bit of stimuli amplified tenfold. It was rolling through her body in dizzying waves, at one point so intense that she'd nearly blacked out, the bathroom stall speckling at the edges of her vison as she gasped for air, barely able to make out her ragged voice over the ringing in her ears. Mother of fuck. The only thing that kept her conscious was the absolutely burning throbbing between her legs, her hand pressed hard against the slick, pulsing part of her that was now trying to force a jet of piss out of her with all its strength. She could feel her bladder contracting along with the aftershocks, could feel everything running up her urethra, teetering right on the edge of coming out as she gently rocked in place, shuddering, with her palm serving as the only thing stopping her from losing complete control. 

      "You can do this...Y-You can do this..." she muttered repeatedly, biting down on her lip and moaning as she waited for her body to ride out the afterglow of pleasure. Slowly, her breathing began to steady, the sensation below beginning to dull as she lost her hypersensitivity, and after a few minutes she managed to pull her hand back to wipe it off with a wad of toilet paper, relying on her clenching muscles alone to hold back the flood. 

      Sweat was dripping along her forehead as she leaned her head back, closing her eyes. That was...well, it wasn't exactly at the top of her list when it came to euphoric experiences (gunplay was always going to rest at the top, forever coveted until she could find someone to engage in it with her), but...

      "What a fuckin' rush..."

      Light tapping on tile caught her attention as the restroom door creaked open, and she could see black dress shoes with white socks below the stall's opening, slowly creeping into the room in front of her. They hadn't dared come close to her stall, lurking back towards the sinks, but she could see them shuffling from side to side, eventually crossing over each other and hopping around as a hesitant knocking sounded against the granite counter. 

      "U-Um...Miss Midari? A-Are you...almost done? I-I know you don't like being, er, interrupted, b-but the other restrooms are closed for cleaning, a-and it's kind of an emergency..." The legs stepped back out of range from her limited vision as soon as the girl had finished squeaking out her question, and she just barely caught a frantically murmured "Pleasepleasedon'tshootmeohgoshpleasedon'tshoot!" She was sure that last bit had been more of a desperate prayer (how pointless), certainly not actually aimed at her.

      Any other time, she probably would have been pissed off enough to storm out and scare the living daylights out of whatever poor girl had bothered her during these special times, maybe even toy with the little thing for a bit if she wanted to get any pleasure to make up for the ruined session. But today...well, she was still in one of the most blissful afterglows of her life, so she supposed she could afford to be forgiving.

      And actually...perhaps this girl could do a little something for her after all...

      "It's fine, I don't give a shit. Just hop in and go before you piss yourself, I can see you wriggling like a toddler out there."

      The girl was hesitating, shuffing around in silence for a moment before she spoke up again, sneaking back into view as she paused in front of her stall. "Um...a-are you sure? I-It's really okay?"

      She guessed she couldn't fault her for being so cautious. It wasn't exactly above her morals to pull a trick once in a while, only to twist it around to get what she really wanted. "I'm serious, I really don't care. Just hurry up before I change my mind!"

      "Oh...o-okay...Thank you, M-Miss Midari! I really appreciate it!" Darting footsteps tapped to her left as the girl ran into a stall a couple of doors down from her own, slamming it shut and fumbling with the lock before she got situated, moaning and whimpering under her breath the whole time. 

      That's it, just let go. You must be so damn desperate...

      The moment she heard the torrent hitting the bowl she doubled over, biting down on her knuckles to muffle a cry of her own as she heard the girl huffing in relief. Her urge had just barely settled back to an ache earlier, but now it was back in full force, throbbing harshly as she squirmed around, crossing her legs so tightly that her thighs soon burned with the strain. It was splattering so loudly, hissing and pouring, the sound echoing around the otherwise silent bathroom...her bladder spasmed again, and she just barely clenched her muscles back to prevent a leak, tears springing to her eyes as she fought to breathe quietly through her nose.

      It's torture...Fucking hell, it's absolute torture!

      Thank you, Yumeko, you devil. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!

      It was all she could do to focus on her pulsing bladder instead of the slowly-returning arousal below, keeping still and trying to breathe calmly instead of giving in to the sensation as the girl stepped out to wash her hands, the running water almost as agonizing. She really couldn't risk a second wave right now. No, as delicious as this suffering was, she needed to wait for a few hours, let her aching bladder settle while she distracted herself with mundane things. 

      She needed to wait for Yumeko.

      Yes...that would be far more pleasurable than anything she could conceive of doing to herself right now...

      ~~~

      Two wonderfully brutal hours later (and a final half bottle of water she'd barely been able to drink, one that the coin had only given her because her hands were shaking too badly to actually flip it), after final classes had let out for the day, she'd wasted no time tracking the little devil down, speed-walking through the hallways and trying not to stop too often. Once she finally found her she couldn't help rocking back and forth and bouncing in place where she stood, only partially out of eagerness. "Yumeko, I've followed-ah, all of your orders! Let's-ngh, start the game!"

      Yumeko hummed to herself, looking her over carefully before she smiled, clasping her hands together. "Wow, you really can't keep still, can you? Alright, let's go down to that room of yours! This is going to be so much fun!~" She was giggling, grasping her hand and pulling her along as she skipped down the hallways.

      It was such a strange, cheerful tone Yumeko was using, but she didn't mind it. It was the complete opposite of Yumeko's true aesthetic, that cold, calculating, crazy bitch that lurked under the surface, and it only served to make her even more excited about what was to come, sending her blood rushing with the dose of unease that came with wondering when that façade would be cast aside, wondering when Yumeko would rip into her once again...

      Would she treat her just as cruelly as she had the last time they'd played together, berate her and act like she wasn't worthy of being anywhere near her level? 

      Just the thought sent a shiver through her, and she tensed up, pausing in her steps and squeezing her thighs together as the throbbing between her legs spiked. How many of those bottles have I downed now? Fuck, there was that tea too...

      "You're almost bursting, aren't you? Don't slow down now though!" Yumeko chided, pouting for a moment. "We're just about to have some fun, aren't we?"

      Of course, she couldn't stop now! The sooner they got there, the sooner she could see what Yumeko was really planning to do to her, the sooner they could be alone, together, just the two of them in a soundproof room...

      Bladder be damned, she tightened her grip on Yumeko's hand, taking the lead as she nearly bolted the rest of the way to their destination. They reached the door in a couple of minutes, and she hopped around, crossing her legs against increasingly-insistent aches as she yanked the key from her vest pocket.

      "Now, once we step inside, you need to stand still with your arms apart so I can frisk you, okay?~" Yumeko giggled.

      Damn it. 

      She should have known Yumeko wouldn't have changed her mind about the no gun rule.

      Scowling, she unlocked the door and waited inside, standing as still as could be while Yumeko closed the door behind them. The girl was smiling as she made her way over, walking slowly to encircle her before she placed her hands on her shoulders, slowly feeling along the fabric of her sleeves. Those hands soon slid to move along her back, then crept forwards, reaching under and moving over her chest in firm, thorough strokes. The slight bit of attention already had her pulse spiking, and she bit back a moan, closing her eyes and trying to lean further into those fingers.

      "Uh-uh! This is a serious pat down!" Yumeko huffed, pulling her hands away for a minute before she stepped around, bringing them back to feel along her waist and down her legs in a way that made her want to melt. "You're desperate though, aren't you, Midari? Just these light strokes are enough to have you on the verge of begging, aren't they?" she whispered in her ear, a finger brushing her lip for a split second. 

      Her single gun was swiftly yanked out of her hiding place and unloaded, tossed across the room with an empty clatter.

      "You disgust me."

      Without any warning, fingers ran down her stomach and towards her bladder in a single swift motion, pressing into her swollen skin one at a time. Two. Four. Six. Eight. All ten, massaging in small circles and feeling around every aching inch, forcing her breath to hitch and gasp as she struggled to stay perfectly still, and not send her hands lunging downwards. Stronger pulses kept striking in new spots as Yumeko continued to feel around like she was molding clay, and she clenched her muscles as tightly as she could against the sudden rush of burning pressure, tears beginning to prick at her eyes.

      "How about now, Midari? How close are you to losing control and begging me to help you with what you can't accomplish yourself? It's just like our last game, isn't it? Except, this time..." Oh fuck, it was Yumeko's real voice this time, that heartless tone that sent tingles through every inch of her, disdain practically dripping in every word. "This time I'm in charge of the rules. I'm the one getting the pleasure out of this. I'm not here to serve your suicidal whims, you're here to serve me." 

      Her breathing was quickening the longer Yumeko went on, that familiar ache filling every fibre of her body as she squeezed her thighs together for another purpose, a moan escaping her lips. But even before that ripple of pleasure could run through her, a wave of pressure nearly overtook her, her abdomen quivering with an especially frantic spasm that had her legs trembling.

      "Yumeko, fuck, I-I think I'm gonna-"

      "What did I say about who was in charge, Midari? You aren't allowed to let a drop go until I say so. Follow the rules of the game. Hold it."

      She was outright panting now, straining every inch of her body into tightening up where she stood, still unsure if she was allowed to grab herself or cross her legs. The throbs were absolutely relentless now, each pulse reminding her of how damn full she was, how long she'd been holding it all in, how close she was to exploding.

      "You are going to wait for however long I want you to, no matter what I do to you. And then I'm going to savor watching you lose control...Is that clear?"

      She was in so much pain that she wanted to cry, her breathing unsteady, but she found herself grinning anyways, a sharp cackle bursting from her no matter how badly it shook her bladder. "You know, this is pretty damn close to what you fussed at me for. No matter what, my body's gonna give out eventually, so you'll still get what you want. Not much of a gamble, is it?"

      "But isn't this what you wanted? An excuse for me to berate you like the pathetic person you are? Time with just the two of us and no one to interfere? A game where all of my focus is on you?"

      If she wasn't so busy trying not to piss herself, she probably would have creamed her skirt right there. Was Yumeko actually just doing this for her?

      "Y-Yeah, but..."

      Yumeko had stepped forward again, pressing her larger chest right up against hers, those entrancing red eyes staring into her as a hand crept around her neck, squeezing tighter and pulling until their lips were locked. Yumeko pulled away before she could make any attempts to prolong the kiss, smirking.

      "It'll still be a guessing game of when you'll lose it, right? Every move you make will be a gamble to hold it in!"

      ~~~

      Damn, she had to piss so badly she could barely think about anything else, could hardly focus on taking in the image of Yumeko lying, still clothed, underneath her, face flushed and eyes practically glowing with that delicious, terrifying gaze. She couldn't stop the strange lap dance she was giving, her crotch grinding into that soft stomach with no sense of rhythm, rocking this way and that and suddenly jerking to change direction mid-movement. She just had to find the right angle, the right sense of pressure to keep the flood at bay for just a few more seconds, please, just a moment where the burning pressure at the edge wasn't shrieking at her.

      "Fuck, Yumeko, please..."

      Her thighs kept clenching around the body beneath her for all that they were worth, tingling and shaking as she strained the muscles to squeeze harder still, but it did nothing but add extra pressure between her legs, sent beads of teasing sweat rolling along them. She was trying so hard not to breathe, not daring to inflate her core with air that could take up precious space, and the dizziness was amazing, sending her vision dancing and adding yet another rush of pleasure that threatened to overtake her. It was wet down there, wet and clenching, over and over against nothing, fuck she needed to-

      She had to gasp for air just before she blacked out, her breaths coming out ragged and desperate, quick and short alternating with longer heaves as she lowered her head to rest against Yumeko's, each inhale sending waves of agony through her bladder, sending more waves of pleasure through overstimulated organs that were still trying to recover from the euphoria she'd just ridden out. The pressure was still there, it was still there and it was such sublime torture, and she had to keep squirming even though her crotch was begging her to stay still to recover, each wave of friction hurting and causing her to flinch.

      A fresh burst of warmth joined the slimy moisture between her legs, and she cried out, burying her face into Yumeko's neck as she shoved her hands against her crotch. It hurt, oh, it hurt, and no matter how hard she strained and clenched it kept coming, pouring out between her fingers and pooling into the fabric of the dress shirt below her.

      "No! N-No, nonono!!! We can't stop the fun now, we can't!!!"

      She liked to think her willpower had been what had finally sealed off the leak, but in reality it was Yumeko's hand, slipping past her own to squeeze and press against her most intimate areas.

      "I'm only helping you for a moment while you collect yourself. This is still a gamble, right? The rest of the game will be on you."

      She tried to nod, but all she ended up doing was sinking her teeth into Yumeko's neck to muffle an agonized, overjoyed scream. Yumeko was touching her, she was touching her and fuck, that was what she dreamed about so often, a satisfying thought-turned-reality that almost made her body overload yet again. She couldn't help a quick buck against those fingers, but that only earned a swat on her ass that forced her to yelp, another quick spurt of urine escaping.

      "Now now, that isn't fair! This game isn't about getting whatever you want! No breaking the rules!"

      And then Yumeko withdrew her hand, leaving her to fend off the inevitable alone. "FUCK! FUCKFUCKFUCK!"

      She had to piss, she had to piss so badly she couldn't stand it, every breath, every tiny motion making the urge worse and worse, reminding her that no matter how much she begged and pleaded and moaned, it was going to come out soon, it was going to come out and the game would end and she couldn't stave it off forever. She was writhing around like her life depended on it, shoving her hands into her crotch and grinding against Yumeko, crying and gasping and unable to help the saliva dripping from her mouth, unable to help the slick that was still dripping and being produced in the same area where another liquid was barely being contained. "I don't want to go yet, I can't, please pleasepleaseplease don't let me, d-don't let me-"

      Another teasing spurt ran along her fingers and she sobbed, rocking her hips with a whimper. She'd been holding for so long now, it was almost hard to imagine actually letting go completely, and these leaks were only serving to sharpen the burning pain below, not relieve it. But damn, it felt amazing, the constant pressure and pain teasing her in ways normal ministrations could never hope to.

      I can't let our game end yet! 

      "Y-Yumeko!" she gasped out, shifting to try and grasp her crotch more firmly. "The gun, g-get the gun!" She could see Yumeko raising up her head to glare at her, so she hurried to finish speaking before she could be interrupted. "I know it's empty, I'm-ah, n-not gonna fuckin' shoot it! J-Just hand it to me, please!"

      Yumeko looked skeptical, but she had the mercy (or maybe just curiosity) to fulfill her request, shifting her arms behind her and pushing to slide herself further back along the floor until she could reach the weapon. Once she grasped it, she held it out to her.

      She snatched it immediately with one hand, fumbling to shift it in her fingers until she had it with the handle up, the barrel facing towards herself. Perfect. Bracing herself, she raised herself up from Yumeko's wet stomach, wasting no time shoving the metal between her legs and pressing it as closely against her crotch as she could, squeezing her thighs shut around it. The shocking cold of the object forced her to leak a small spurt, but after her body heat began to warm it she regained control. 

      "Mmm, that's creative...I suppose I won't count the gun against you for this..." Yumeko murmured, pulling on the collar of her vest until she adjusted, sitting on her knees, still on top of her stomach. "Let's see how much longer you can go..." With a devilish grin, she'd yanked her to lean down further, capturing her lower lip in a bite that drew blood.

      She couldn't help moaning, her remaining eye closing as she tried to focus her other senses on capturing this moment. The smell of Yumeko's perfume, so much sweeter and more gentle than the girl who wore it. Her pants and murmurs in her ears, the warm hands roaming through her hair and down her neck to stroke her collarbones, and soon slipping under her shirts to run along her stomach.

      "You're so pretty, Midari...It's a shame you're such a wreck."

      Oh fuck, her hands were just barely brushing along her abdomen, but it was still enough to send fresh waves of desperation shuddering through her, her hands tightening their grip on Yumeko's top as she squirmed. "No, nononono-"

      Her bladder spasmed again, sharp and agonizing, and no matter how hard she clenched, a hot stream drenched the gun, running down the barrel and wetting her legs. Breath hitching, she bucked, half-grinding against the metal object in a last-ditch attempt to increase the pressure, but it was no use. She was completely losing control now, her abdomen becoming strangely warm as her bladder began to empty of its own will. 

      "Fuck...I-I can't..."

      She was clenching every muscle, but piss was still flooding out of her, loud hissing and her own ragged gasps filling the room as she collapsed against Yumeko, her face resting between her breasts. The girl's fingers laced themselves through her hair, gripping it tightly enough to hurt as she pulled her head up to make eye contact, while the other pulled the gun out from between her legs, dangling the dripping thing in front of her.

      "You've ruined your favourite toy, haven't you? You're so tired you can barely move, you're drenched with more than just piss, and I think even less of you now than I already did...how does that make you feel, Midari? Who's the winner of this little game?"

      She knew the answer was supposed to be 'Yumeko'. This whole thing was supposed to be payback for her own game, proving a point by doing something that primarily gave Yumeko pleasure while she suffered, just like how Yumeko had suffered through a boring gamble for her own twisted benefit. And it had definitely given Yumeko pleasure. The girl's eyes were nearly glowing, her chest heaving with her own breathless pants and her face blazing red, her legs quivering underneath where she was sitting. Damn, she hadn't even needed to rub one out, coming just from the show alone. 

      But...lying here with sopping wet fabric underneath her, soaking her own clothes as relief began to make her head spin, having been pushed to her absolute limit, put through pure hell and agony with something that could be done over long stretches of time, instead of the split-second highs the click of her gun could offer...being brought to a pitiful condition like this...and with Yumeko getting so physical with her, paying attention to only her for a good hour or two...

      "Actually..." she huffed, a giddy smile working its way onto her face despite her exhaustion. "I think...this is more of a draw. We might have to go for another round to decide..."

      "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
    • By SlothWhispers in Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
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      (( Here is one of my personal favourites out of the fics I've written, starring Kirigiri from DanganRonpa! I really enjoyed working with the idea, even if it was just some clich√© public bus desperation. There are references to certain canon things in here, but I also wanted to keep it loose, so it could be considered a sort of normal AU where they never went to the school at all, or simply take place afterwards, it's up to you. Also there's established Naegiri in here because I'm weak and they were made for each other¬†ūüíõ ))
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      What was that childrens' rhyme, about the bus? Something about wheels? She wished she could remember the words. She wished she had any memories about that time, but they were mostly a haze. Just like the haze that was currently plaguing her thoughts, the one that was forcing her to try and seek out a distraction in the first place. How ironic. She couldn't seem to distract herself, for the sole reason that she was already distracted.
      A few things managed to make their way towards the forefront of her attention every now and again. Brief flashes. The overwhelming heat plaguing her skin, partially from all of the people packed into this small area, and partially from her own flushed face. The thin hair sticking to the back of her neck, and the fluffier bushel pressed against her left side. The pressure on that shoulder, and the soft puffs of breath that occasionally ghosted across her skin. Each of those slow breaths brought a quickened hitch of her own, hissed in her throat and caged behind gritted teeth so that they couldn't escape.
      Pressure. There was so much pressure, an unstoppable force that had been steadily building for the better portion of an hour, ever nagging and eating away at whatever scraps of attention she'd had left to spare. It was all-consuming, a single thought backed by a repeating chorus, one that was starting to sing so loudly that she wasn't able to block out-
      "Ahhh!"
      Naegi had gasped out at the same time she did, albeit much more loudly. The bus had just launched them both a good inch or so off of the seat, and she once again found herself cursing their decision to sit in the very back. Her gloves reached to smack against the leather and brace herself as she landed, though it did nothing to ease the absolutely agonizing pulses that were ravaging her abdomen now. Stiffening, she adjusted to smooth out her skirt where it had shifted, then returned to her proper posture.
      Meanwhile, Naegi was stretching his arms back behind his head, a soft yawn escaping his lips before he sighed, glancing over at her with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, guess I fell asleep on you. Uh, literally." If she'd been in a better mood, she might have chuckled at the pun. "I didn't drool or anything, did I?"
      "No, you did nothing of the sort. You're quite a peaceful sleeper, actually." she murmured. 
      Oh, how she cursed whatever bump had woken him up. It had been much easier to deal with this while he was dead to the world. She'd been able to sit in relative silence, and as long as she was careful, there had been nothing stopping her from shuffling around a bit in her seat, jiggling her legs a little or occasionally crossing them.
      As uncomfortable as she'd been, the past time was actually pure bliss compared to what she would be stuck doing now. Staying ramrod straight, with her legs sitting proper and her shoes flat on the floor.
      "So, how long was I out?" her companion yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Are we almost there?"
      "No, we've still got a ways to go. You were only asleep for around forty minutes."
      "Geez, and we're still not there? I know the ride was supposed to be about two hours, but I guess I didn't think it would feel so long, y'know?" He shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "It'll be worth it though, even if it is pretty out of the way. This tourist spot's supposed to be really cool, isn't it? Which parts are you looking forward to?"
      Which parts? She could scarcely bring herself to care what their destination was by this point, much less concentrate on making conversation. She was sure once they actually got there, she would enjoy it thoroughly, but her only concern for now was surviving the journey.
      "I'm not sure, honestly. I suppose I'll decide my preference when we arrive."
      "Yeah, I guess that's fair. Sometimes it's better to enjoy something for what it is than getting your hopes up way too high. A little excitement's still a good thing though!" he chuckled. "Everybody else seems pretty hyped too."
      Ah yes. The rest of the tourists on this bus were even more talkative than Naegi, laughing and debating different aspects of their upcoming adventure. They had truly been lucky to catch the last few tickets for this bus, otherwise they would have had to wait several hours for the next shuttle. Although, perhaps that added free time would have been preferable...her aching abdomen certainly thought so.
      "Y'know, when we were boarding earlier I heard some people talking, and they said-"
      "Naegi, if you don't mind, could we put a pin in this? I'd like to rest for a while, until we reach our destination."
      "Oh, uh, sure. I guess it is your turn to take a nap, heheh!" Naegi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Feel free to lean on me, I owe you one after being my pillow."
      "Thank you, but that's alright. I doubt I'll be sleeping. I believe I'll just observe the scenery." Like anyone could possibly relax enough to sleep when they had other problems demanding their attention...
      ~~~
      Twenty minutes, the last time she had checked her watch. Twenty minutes of Naegi's silence, the murmur of other passengers, and blurry scenes crawling past a window that she couldn't focus on.
      "Kirigiri?" Apparently bored of his game, Naegi finally broke the silence, putting his phone back into his pocket. She kept staring out the window at the passing scenery, although she hummed once to let him know she was still listening. "Are you okay? You look kind of tense..."
      "I'm fine."
      "Are you sure? You can tell me if something's bothering you, remember?"
      "I know. I would if it was something important, but it isn't. Please, don't worry about me, alright?"
      "See, now you saying that makes me worried about you!" Naegi chuckled, but it was an empty, nervous sound. His grin fell, replaced with a thin line as he leaned closer, nudging her shoulder until she looked at him. "Come on. If it isn't important, then there's no reason not to tell me, right? Maybe I can help."
      "You can't help with this..." She'd intended to sound firm, but her words came out as more of a muted groan, and she pressed back further against the seat. The shift in position didn't ease the tightness growing under her skirt's waistband. She had no desire to mention anything at all, but if she refused to give a hint, she knew Naegi would just keep pushing. She didn't have the energy to spare thinking up lies and debating with him. Shifting her gaze towards her lap, she sighed. "I just...I'd prefer to stop at the facilities once we get there. That's all."
      "Oh..." Naegi was quiet for a few heartbeats, nodding in understanding. However, he spoke up again almost immediately, and a bit too loudly for her taste. "Is it bad?"
      Why would you ask that?
      Heat was steadily blooming across her cheeks now, and she fought the urge to duck her head, not wanting to seem any weaker than she already was right now. "It's...rather urgent." The admission felt like chewed-up glass, each spoken word cutting away at both her tongue and her pride. True, she had often seen Naegi in these exact scenarios, so rationally she knew he wouldn't judge harshly. But this sort of thing wasn't supposed to happen to her. She didn't consider herself vain, but it was clear that she was typically the more responsible, composed one. She was supposed to set an example, not...dissolve into a whimpering ball like a toddler. Which she was dreadfully close to doing.
      No, she couldn't let him see her in such a state. Trying to work some courage into her gaze, she looked him in the eye, and kept her voice unwavering as she continued. "It isn't anything I can't handle though. Relax. I'll be fine."
      "Are you sure?" Her companion raised an eyebrow. "It's kind of...I think we've still got, like, an hour to go-, er, I mean u-until we get there!" he blurted out, clearly scrambling to avoid making her uncomfortable. Honestly, didn't he realize going out of his way to skirt around the subject was just calling more attention to it?
      The thought of an entire hour ahead of them wasn't comforting in the slightest, but it wouldn't change her resolve. It wasn't as if she had any choice in her answer anyways, no matter if it was half an hour or three hours' journey. Either way, she would still be required to hold it.
      As if in pure defiance to that concept, her bladder ached again, this time with a pulse so sharp she couldn't help suddenly squeezing her knees together. There was no way Naegi hadn't seen that, and she had to glance away again this time, directing her gaze back towards the window. "I'm certain. I'll be fine."
      Naegi only hummed in reply, then fell silent, spare the rustling of his backpack. Good. If he found something to amuse himself, he wouldn't be dragging her into conversation, scrutinizing her so clos-
      "Hey..." Another light nudge forced her to turn again. Naegi looked a little nervous, but his eyes were warm, comforting. Those same eyes soon diverted downwards, and she followed the signal to the object in his hands. An empty water bottle, still capped. He shook it lightly, holding one end out towards her.
      She was ashamed to admit her deductive skills were severely handicapped at this point in time, and it took a good minute of blank staring before she caught on. The moment the realization hit though, it might as well have set her on fire, every degree of heat in this forsaken bus flooding her system. "Naegi!" An unusually shrill squeak from her vocal chords, half-choked by the growing layers of embarrassment she was carrying. How could he even suggest-This bus was so crowded, and-In front of him...
      Compose yourself! He's only trying to help. Even if it is a dreadful idea...
      Exhaling slowly, she tried to ignore her pounding heartrate, and instead put on an air of calm authority. "There is no need for that. Put it away."
      Naegi's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure? Look, you know I've had to do stuff like this before, so it's not like-"
      "I assure you, I'll be fine. Now, put it away."
      Thankfully, Naegi complied, sighing under his breath as he shoved the offending object back into his bag. "Okay, if you're sure...I guess you know yourself better than I do." Toying with the zipper on the backpack, he spoke up again after a minute. "Do you want anything to, uhhh, y'know, help distract you? I've got a pen and paper, so we could play tic-tac-toe, or that game where you try to draw boxes, or-"
      "Naegi." Raising a hand to hush him, she forced a thin smile. "I appreciate it, but really, I'm fine. I'd rather just observe the scenery."
      ~~~
      Another twenty minutes, and the scenery outside the window finally changed. Unfortunately, it was one of the last sights she wanted to witness at this point in time, and as the bus jerked to a sudden stop, she had to grip the edge of the seat to avoid sliding forwards. Well, that was the pretense. Truthfully, it was the only way to vent her tension without being open about it.
      "What happened?" Naegi piped up from his own seat after he'd recovered from the bump, eyebrows furrowing as he craned his neck to look out his own window. "Oh, uh...it looks like a traffic jam..."
      Yes, that much is obvious.
      As much as she wanted to hiss at him though, she refrained. It wasn't his fault, and she certainly shouldn't take her frustration out on him.
      "It's alright. These things happen."
      "Yeah, but...are you gonna be okay? Maybe we can slip out the emergency exit and-oh, no, looks like we're packed in...uh, maybe we could-"
      "Naegi, I told you, I'm fine. I'm certain it will clear up, so please, just sit down and wait." she chided, glancing over at him with a pointed stare until he nodded and sat back down. Honestly, thinking about routes of escape was only going to make things worse. The best course of action was to sit here patiently.
      That didn't stop her from completely unwinding her braid though. Fingers sliding up and down pale violet locks, twisting them in time with her own coiling nerves. She ended up redoing it a good five times before she finally had to admit it was entirely free of stray hairs. With nothing left to fix appearance-wise, she shifted her attention to adjusting her position, gripping the seat edge to slide along in search of a more comfortable spot. A very normal movement, nothing out of the ordinary.
      "Kiri, I'm bored..." Naegi whined, glancing at her pathetically. "Are you sure you don't wanna play a few games with me?" he pulled the pad out of his backpack, holding it up towards her.
      If he truly knew she didn't want to be bothered, he would have left her alone and entertained himself. But she'd felt that concerned gaze boring into her the whole time they'd been stuck here, even if she'd never glanced back during the time she spent grooming. He was offering her an out, a distraction to replace the window that no longer moved.
      Alright. She would cave. She needed something else to focus on.
      Pulling her hands off of the leather cushion, she took the pen and paper, drawing the lines necessary as she forced a slight smile in his direction. "Very well. If it will entertain you..."
      ~~~
      There were only four squares left. It shouldn't be taking her this long to pick a spot to mark. However, no matter how hard she tried to concentrate, the lines on the paper remained swimming in and out of focus in front of her, any attempts to form a strategy crumbling before she could grasp it. The only thing that could occupy her thoughts was the ocean she was holding back, urges ebbing and flowing to sting the very edges of her muscles. Just the effort of holding up her defenses against the waves crashing against the shore was taking its toll, leaving her thighs burning with how tightly they were pressed against each other, and her breath coming in soft, uneven pants.
      You can wait. You have to. The traffic will clear up if you simply ignore it. A watched kettle never boils.
      This was most certainly not the time to be thinking about boiling cauldrons, she realized, squeezing the pen in her grip.
      "Uh, Kirigiri? You doing okay?"
      Naegi's soft murmur pulled her attention back, and she was quick to nod, reaching to scratch a shaky 'X' down on the first blank square she spotted. "I'm fine. I was just thinking. Here, it's your turn."
      She was hoping to have a minute or two of reprieve when he took the pen, but he drew a neat circle the moment he had it in his hands, holding up the pad with a chuckle. "Well, guess I finally found a game of wits I can beat you in! Three-in-a-row!"
      There they were, a line of circles right where she could have blocked them. Was she truly that frazzled? Shaking her head slightly at her own inadequacy, she tried to keep her tightened lips from turning downwards. After all, even if he was mostly joking, it was...cute, when he was proud of himself. "Congratulations. I suppose I'll have to consider you my rival now."
      "Yeah, look out! I'll be wiping the floor in chess before ya' know it!" he snickered, smirking at her. Well, as close to a smirk as such a genuine soul was capable of. Although, his amusement slowly faded as he looked her up and down. "Try to hang in there, okay? I'm sure the traffic'll clear up in no time."
      Did she really look that nervous? Shifting in her seat, she swallowed, trying to find the words to reassure him that she would get through this. As if on cue, her bladder throbbed even more frantically as her nerves spiked.
      Of course I can 'hang in there.' The traffic can't last forever.
      But it was starting to last long enough to make her anxious. If it hadn't been for this delay, they would almost be at their destination by now. Instead, they were still an hours' drive away, while she'd been stuck waiting for at least forty minutes on top of the rest of the earlier drive.
      Yes, she would still be able to hold it, since that was her only choice. But it would be a stronger discomfort than any she had previously experienced...
      "Kirigiri?"
      "My apologies. You're right, I'm sure the traffic will resolve. Now, could I perhaps challenge you to a rematch?"
      ~~~
      Three games of tic-tac-toe, and half a sheet of paper they had covered in dots and squares. Fifteen minutes that felt like forty-five, a bus that was growing far too hot, and an abdomen so swollen that she couldn't even sit completely upright, remaining slightly hunched at all times.
      The traffic hadn't moved an inch, and as another throbbing wave kept her from deciding on her next line to draw, she realized that soon, she wouldn't be able to stop moving. She'd been trying to sit here and maintain her dignity, minus the one time Naegi had not-so-subtly hinted that she was 'allowed to squirm', and as embarrassing as the phrasing was, she'd finally relented to at least crossing her legs at the ankles, but that really wasn't helping in the slightest. No, she was far beyond the point of keeping up any sort of facade, and her body was going to force her to take more drastic measures if she had any hope of maintaining control until they reached their stop.
      "Naegi, I...I believe-nnh!-I'm done playing..."
      "Huh?" He glanced up, clearly baffled as she suddenly shoved the pen back into his hands and scooted back to her spot. "Kirigiri, are you-"
      "Ignore me."
      "But Kir-"
      "Please, Naegi, just-oh...-ignore me! I just-ah...-need to compose myself..." It was hard enough to whimper out between her body's urge to pant and gasp, but she needed him to look away. Just long enough for her to regain some semblance of control-
      Hold it, hold it, hold it!
      An absolutely desperate mantra, screaming in her head as another wave of pressure shot through her, a need so intense and sudden that she found herself jerking her arms back to half-raise out of the seat, her legs writhing to try and twist tighter. A moment later she sat back down, hunching forward with a soft, very undignified moan. It wasn't easing the painful throbbing, nothing would except for the one thing she couldn't do, and that knowledge only made her dig her fingertips into the seat cushion, trembling all over.
      "Kirigi-"
      "Naegi, please-"
      "But look! The traffic's moving!"
      Grimacing, she shifted to look out the window, and was indeed met with the sight of a few vehicles ahead rolling forwards.
      Thank you, thank you, thank-
      Her ray of hope was blocked out as another sudden cloud of desperation rolled in, her bladder contracting so hard that she nearly doubled over, her breath hitching sharply. It was like someone had smacked her in the abdomen with a hammer, a burst of pain and then smaller, aching aftershocks that left her body quivering. She tried to clench up against the sensation, but it was overpowering, forcing her muscles to jerk and squeeze of their own accord. A squirt of wet heat rushed to fill her undergarments, then a second, slightly longer one. She just barely managed to regain control as the wave passed, winding her legs together as tightly as they would go, but the damage was done.
      Her heart was beating so fast and her breathing so uneven that she felt lightheaded, and the warm fabric rubbing against her every time she shifted did nothing to ease the pulsing of her most intimate areas, each throb dangerously close to breaking the threshold of her control again.
      She couldn't think. She couldn't move. She could only stare at the passing scenery as her prison kept driving, the packed roads on either side distinctly reminding her of an electric fence. There was no escaping, no freedom. Just a claustrophobic space packed with unruly people, people who would absolutely laugh at her if she-
      And the warden at the steering wheel, they would-
      "Hey, good news!" Yet again, Naegi's voice became the only thread she could cling to, pulling her out of the spiral. She forced herself to look at him, gritting her teeth against the whine that threatened to slip out. "The driver said they're gonna stop at the next gas station since the delay made everyone antsy, and running the engine ate up some fuel. We'll be there in thirty minutes!" He smiled at her, reaching over to pat her back once. "See, don't worry, everything's fine now! You won't have to wait until we get all the way to the stop, just the gas station!"
      Thirty minutes. That's simply three sets of ten. I'm more than capable of waiting ten minutes.
      Despite the ray of hope he'd offered her, she couldn't bring herself to smile, only nodding once before she returned her gaze to the window. While she may be grateful, she certainly didn't have the energy to spare for matching his enthusiasm. Keeping her legs tightly crossed, she tried to relax and ignore the throbbing between them. Getting too excited before she actually reached the rest stop would only tempt her body to open the floodgates early. No, she must remain vigilant, like she had no choice but to sit here and-
      "Ah!"
      Biting her lip against the soft gasp she'd just released, she scooted closer to the window, cursing the bump that had just launched her into the air again. Landing had only made the ache sharper, forcing another groan out of her as she unwound her legs, rubbing her thighs together and alternating which one she jiggled. Naegi shifted to give her more space to writhe around, eyebrows furrowing as he murmured his sympathies.
      "Hey, you're doing great...We're almost there...Hang in there..."
      Ten minutes. Just ten minutes.
      She'd never been this close to exploding in her life. The pain was almost the only thing she was aware of, Naegi's comforting words fading into white noise. She was so full she nearly felt nauseous, waves of embarrassed heat conflicting with the clammy chill of her own perspiring skin. Her legs were moving of their own accord, shuffling and squeezing until she was nearly dancing in her seat, her firm grip on the cushion being the only thing keeping her hands from flying down between her legs. So much liquid, so much throbbing-
      I can hold it. I have to hold it. I have to-
      The big wave. She'd felt it coming a moment before it hit, but there was no way to prepare for the desperate surge of urgency that ran through her nerves, leaving her torn between wanting to jump up out of her seat or curl into a ball. All she knew was that her bladder convulsed more harshly than ever, shuddering aches culminating in the sharpest sting she'd felt jolting through her nether regions. She was clenching as tightly as humanly possible, but it was still no match for her body's own desires, a rush of urine jetting out against her will. Warm wetness sprayed against her crossed thighs and ran down to pool under her rear, and sheer panic was the only thing that stopped the sudden stream, her entire being freezing up with a choked hitch of breath.
      I have to-
      It had barely broken five minutes, and she was teetering on the absolute edge, every muscle in her shaking and stiffened. There was no way she could ever hope to make the other twenty-five. Even if she did, the chances of them making it to the front of the bus to cut in line were slim to none, and she certainly couldn't stand outside and wait for some of the other ladies to finish. She couldn't even sit still now, half-rocking in place with her legs twisted together like some sort of pretzel.
      "Naegi, I-I have to-" She could barely force the words out, her breath fading into another moan as a particularly vicious throb took over her attention.
      "I know, Kiri, I know..." Before she could find the words to finish, he reached over to rub her back, a comforting motion that was the opposite of helpful when she was doing her utmost to avoid relaxing muscles. "We'll be there soon, I promise!"
      "N-No, I..." Oh, no, no no no... Hunching away from the backrub, she shuddered, her dampened clothes rubbing in a way that was unbelievably tempting.
      "Kiri, what-"
      "Naegi, I-ah!-Can you-I-I mean-oh..." It was impossible to string together a sentence like this, with her face blazing and her lips stuttering between gasps, hitches of breath that sucked away the energy to form words. Tears were gathering in her eyes now from the strain. Pathetically, she pried one hand's death grip off of the seat's edge and gestured at his bag.
      "Oh!" Naegi yelped a little too loudly, and cringed, lowering his voice as he turned to dig through the bag. "Oh, y-yeah, here!" He was so quick to act that he nearly hit her in the face with the bottle, and she flinched away, her delicate situation not pleased by the sudden motion.
      Grimacing, she carefully pried her other hand free to shrug off her jacket, laying it on her lap before she reached to take the cursed piece of plastic.
      "D-Don't look..." It wasn't even a command by this point, just a whimpering squeak as she scooted over yet again, until the hot wall of the bus was pressed up directly against her right shoulder. Then she began the careful task of sinking down, something not made easy when her legs couldn't actually stretch out, nor could her abdomen, but she was determined to get at least a few inches closer to the floor and seat's edge. From there, no one would be able to see her, even if they turned to look back. Once she was positioned, she pulled her jacket higher, until the sleeves were up resting over her shoulders and the collar was nearly covering her face.
      It wasn't nearly enough privacy, but she really didn't have any time left. Every few seconds, her body was stubbornly trying to contract again, leaving her squirming in place as she tried to stave off the flood. Just another minute, that's all I need. Just one minute.
      "Damn it!" A quiet hiss inbetween hitched breaths, accompanied by the taunting crumple of plastic. The cursed object kept slipping when she tried to rotate it, would suddenly drop to clatter against the seat. The one time she did manage to get ahold of it properly, she finally remembered the cap she'd foolishly neglected to take off beforehand, and attempting to twist it only sent the bottle falling out of her grip again. The second verbal curse was almost a whimper, but still not muffled by the jacket throwing her own breath back into her face.
      She knew her gloves were partially the culprit, sliding along the plastic like socks on hardwood. But even if she took them off, her hands were still trembling, and, even if they weren't...yes, they would still struggle with such a delicate task. The nerves were damaged, stiff and slow from the contractures. Menial tasks, she could manage, and more difficult ones if she had the time to work patiently. But in this condition...
      I can't even open a damn bottle.
      It was rare for her to experience such a rush of raw emotion, one she couldn't repress, but she couldn't think for long enough to find a solution. All she wanted was to either cry or scream, and  her mouth settled for a sharp, pained whine, deep in her throat as she hunched over against another wave of pressure, her jacket falling back down to flop onto her lap. It hurt so badly she could hardly stand it, endless shrieking in her nerves, muscles burning and threatening to go numb at the same time...Stressful, it was so stressful, a barrage of stimuli she couldn't process, that overwhelming feeling of helplessness...
      "I don't...I-I can't..." Scattered confessions, barely a whisper, and she had no idea whose ears she wanted them to reach. Another stabbing throb had her legs clamping up to cross the other way, her faint breath shuddering in response.
      I don't know what to do.
      She was hurting, and scared, and she didn't have a plan. Just like back then, she was weak, lost, and so close to disappointing-
      "H-Hey, it's okay!" She was aware Naegi was speaking, but it took him putting a hand on her shoulder to actually tune in. His voice was panicked, which wasn't the most reassuring, but he kept talking to her as he took his hand back to fumble around. "It's okay! Kiri, it's okay! Uh, h-here!" He jerked back up from where he'd moved to reach under the seat, holding the bottle so she could see through tear-blurred vision. "I'll hold it for you, j-just, um...Guide me to where it's supposed to press...?" His voice was a squeak by the last sentence, his cheeks burning pink and his teeth flashing her a small grin. Or maybe it was a grimace. Whatever it was, he looked ridiculous. She might have found his face funny, if her own wasn't immediately blazing in response.
      This was certainly not how she'd expected their first moments of intimate touching to take place. Even so, she would honestly consider this more intimate than those other acts...
      Another dribble leaking out to re-wet her clothes forced her to shove her embarrassment aside though, gritting her teeth and nodding her agreement as she clenched off the flow. Wasting no more time, she pulled the jacket back into place while Naegi unscrewed the bottle's lid (he made it look so effortless that if she wasn't so grateful for his help, she might have resented him). Once they were both ready, she snatched his left hand, slipping it under the cover of the jacket and her skirt, maneuvering it between her legs. She was positive he'd brushed against the damp portions of fabric, but thankfully, he made no comments, keeping his face pointedly turned to keep watch as he scooted closer to sit with his hip pressing against hers, almost as out of sight as she was.
      She debated pulling her undergarments to the side, but honestly, there was no real point. They were already saturated, and as long as she was positioned properly against the bottle, it shouldn't make too much of a mess. At least, she hoped it wouldn't. She wasn't quite ready to expose herself on public transit, regardless of whether a jacket covered her.
      "Is this good?" Naegi whispered, glancing over at her for a split second. "Let me know if, uh, I need to move it or something..."
      "It's fine..." Her reply was barely audible, all of her breath stolen between her own mortification and the next wave of urgency coursing through her body. Alright. The plan was in place, and they were all set up. As her body so aptly kept trying to tell her: no more hesitating. "I'm...I'm going to start now." In her attempts to avoid sounding so sheepish, she'd tried to force extra confidence into the statement, but her tone came out nearly robotic, much akin to their first few interactions.
      "Oh, uh, okay..." Naegi turned back around, pretending to look out the other side's window. "Good luck."
      Licking her lips, she kept her own gaze focused on her own window, trying her best to look as if she were simply resting and enjoying the scenery. A much more appropriate activity than relieving oneself in their seat on a public bus.
      You don't have a choice. You certainly couldn't wait to shuffle behind everyone, or stand in line, watching them go in and out one by one...
      Just imagining the torture she would have been in for had her bladder aching more intensely, a shudder crawling up her spine as she fanned her legs slightly, the hard plastic rim pressing up against her as she did so. In hindsight, someone of her anatomy really needed a larger circumference, perhaps a juice bottle or-
      Her abdomen contracted again, strongly enough to force a slight gasp out of her.
      This will do just fine!
      Feeling the heat of her blush spreading to her neck and ears, she took a breath, praying she didn't look as uncomfortable as she felt. Her heart was nearly hammering out of her chest, constantly expecting someone to figure out exactly what she was up to, but she tried to ignore it, instead focusing on relaxing her muscles and getting this over with as smoothly and quickly as possible. It wasn't all bad. She would feel so much better once she'd had her relief. She simply had to focus on that reward. This would be much more convenient for the bus driver too. Everyone would win.
      She knew beginning would be the hardest, especially after holding things in for so long. That familiar swell of urgency as she squeezed, slowly 'breaking the seal' and such, but it was always followed by a rush of relief and warmth.
      Not this time.
      The swell came, and she found herself squeezing for several seconds at a time before she had to pause to breathe and rest, but nothing seemed to be relaxing. Adding pressure was only making the tightness and throbbing worse, and no matter how close she got to feeling like she was most definitely about to release, her muscles wouldn't give. It was as if they'd been locked shut, and after a good minute of repeating the pattern, panic began to flutter in her chest despite her attempts to quash it.
      I couldn't have actually locked up, could I? Perhaps I just need to give it another moment, then try again.
      So she stopped squeezing, still remaining pressed against a piece of empty plastic that was taunting her, and waited. Within seconds she found herself biting down on her lip to choke back a whimper, the river inside her rushing through her system to pound against the dam in a way that forced her hips to squirm against the seat, her thighs trembling where they had to avoid pressing together, lest she crush the bottle and Naegi's hand.
      I'm truly going to wet myself! Any second now!
      Just a few more seconds. If she could just wait-oh no she absolutely couldn't wait another second, she was going to burst right now if she didn't-
      Shoving herself back against the bottle with near frantic positioning, she squeezed every muscle as hard as she could, awaiting the sudden waterfall she could feel coming. The pressure peaked, then peaked even higher, but yet again, it was as if every ounce of control she'd lost earlier had returned to her unwillingly, forcing her to keep every drop inside of her.
      Why can't I-
      After caving and getting Naegi to help her, she couldn't accomplish the one task she had? Something this simple?
      It was lightyears beyond frustrating, and as she felt the first few tears slip down her cheeks, she found her body shuffling in her seat of its own accord, no matter how she willed it to stay still. She felt so hot she could hardly stand the thick fabric smothering her, her skin was cloaked in sweat, and between the pain and her own nerves she was extremely close to getting ill.
      She couldn't recall being so miserable in her life, and even though the rational part of her would fuss that such a statement was hyperbole, untrue compared to other events she'd endured, right now she didn't care. This was the single worst thing she'd ever experienced.
      Naegi must have heard her breath hitching even harder than before, because she heard him turn around, panic edging his hissing whisper. "Kiri? Kiri, what's wrong?!?"
      "I h-have to...I c-can't..." What could she say? She could barely think by this point. She didn't even want to breathe, every inhale only taunting her further, sending fresh waves of pain through a body on overload. If she didn't squeeze, the pain would hit her over and over, trying to make her muscles do it for her, leaving her so close to actually wetting herself. But if she tried, no matter how hard she tried, everything would lock up, forcing her to stay stuck in absolute agony.
      No matter what she did, it was a losing battle, and it was embarrassing and stressful and she was in so much pain and-
      A new pressure met her shoulder, and she was slowly pushed back against the seat, the force holding her in place when she tried to buck and writhe. Naegi's free hand was on her shoulder, trying to pin her. "Kiri, I know it's hard, but I need you to calm down, okay? We have to be still and quiet, or they're all gonna start looking back here..."
      "I-It hurts..." They were the only words she could choke out, her voice dissolving into a slight sob as she fanned her legs, bringing one of her fists up to bite into.
      "I'm sorry..." Naegi lifted his hand, running it along the top of her head in smooth strokes. "We're gonna get through this, but you can't panic, okay?"
      How could she possibly avoid panicking?!? She was in a position she'd never accounted for, never expected to be in. She was surrounded by strangers at her most vulnerable, she felt like she was going to soak herself any second-
      Fingers against her cheeks pulled her out of her racing thoughts, and she found the dampness on her face disappearing with them. Once he'd swiped under both her eyes, Naegi's hand returned to her hair, slowly combing through the strands. A rhythmic motion, gently tugging at her scalp with a pressure that almost served as a grounding point.
      "It's gonna be okay, Kiri, I promise..."
      Slowly, her breath began to even out, minus the occasional hitch of pain, and she managed to quiet herself, keeping still as Naegi leaned closer.
      "Shhh, shhhhhh..." Naegi's breath warmed her ear, and she tried to focus on that sensation, on those sounds instead of the chattering chaos of the passengers around her.
      "Close your eyes, okay? Can you do that for me?" A whisper, a minor interruption before he resumed the shushing. His free hand slid down from her hair to brush against her shoulderblades, slowly rubbing a circle between them.
      Still holding her knuckles between her teeth, she nodded, trying to inhale a shaking breath before she let her eyes fall shut. It was exceedingly tempting to keep them open, to keep watch for anyone who might spot then, but she would never have any hope of relaxing if she was on her guard.
      I can put my trust in him. I know that.
      It was difficult to remember, sometimes, that she could let him take the reigns once in a while.
      "You're doing great, Kiri...Just focus on me, okay?"
      She simply nodded again, trying her best to ignore the constant ache below.
      "Okay...I, um...I know something that'll help, but, um, it's gonna be kind of weird at first..." She had to fight the urge to open her eyes and see just how much his face matched the nerves in his voice, apprehension filling her chest for a moment. "I really think it'll work, i-it's just, uh...I need you to trust me, okay? I promise, I'm not gonna hurt you."
      "I trust you." Despite her nerves at the rest of this situation, she knew deep down, none of them were related to whatever Naegi was going to do next. He would never harm her. She was certain of that fact. However, right after those words were spoken, another shock wave of pain had her stiffening up despite herself, using all of her remaining willpower to keep from squirming, lest she mess up the bottle's  positioning yet again. The metal studs scraped against her teeth, muffling a whine. "I trust you. Do-ahhh...-wh-whatever you see fit..."
      Now that he had her consent, Naegi thankfully didn't waste any more time, leaning closer to keep murmuring noises and comforting words into her ear. While he did so, his hand slowly left her shoulderblades, sliding down her back and around the side until it rested on her abdomen. She did feel a few stirrings of nerves and confusion when it landed there, but held still, waiting to see what he was up to.
      "Don't worry, I swear I'm not going any lower!" Naegi's sudden panicked whisper of reassurance wasn't actually needed, but she appreciated the fact that he wanted to reaffirm his intentions. He was considerate that way. Sweet, and nervous, and always concerned with-
      "Ohh..." She found her attention pulled away the moment her bladder's need spiked again, although she soon became aware of something besides the throbbing. Warm skin, sliding around in circles with a feather-light touch, just underneath her skirt waistband. A...massage? There? Indeed, Naegi's hand was rubbing along the distended area, as gently as he could manage. She felt her skin heating up at the very idea of this much contact, especially when she was feeling so vulnerable, but she didn't have a chance to focus on embarrassment when her bladder was shuddering with fresh urges. Throbbing waves and stinging ran through her, every ounce of urgency she'd been feeling already nearly multiplying tenfold!
      Her free hand clenched the seat's edge harder as her breath hitched, sheer need nearly overwhelming her. "Naegi, I-I'm going to-!" Her knees almost jerked to lock together as her eyes finally opened, but Naegi pulled his hand off of her to hold one of her legs still.
      "Shhh, Kiri, shhh!" His voice was still soft, although she caught the hint of panic as he turned to double-check that no one was looking at them. When he turned back, he rubbed her thigh with his thumb, staring her right in the eyes. "That's the whole point, remember? Sit back, and don't clench up. Just let go..."
      Let go. Right. She was trying to use this damn bottle, not prolong her suffering by trying to hang on.
      Let go. Ignore everything else. Let Naegi handle this. Just let go.
      "Sorry. I...I'm ready this time." she murmured, closing her eyes again and leaning her head back against the seat. It was difficult to resist the impulse to squeeze her legs back together, especially as Naegi started massaging her again, but she managed. Instead, she focused on the soft whispers in her ear, the feeling of his soothing caresses over the pain, and the scent of his cheap deodorant, just barely detectable among the heat. She stayed there, with her vision gone dark, and tried to slow her own frantic breathing, putting her entire focus into this moment. It was just the two of them here. Just her and Naegi, no one else. A bond of safety, of trust. Nothing could hurt her when he was-
      Suddenly, as the urgency began to crescendo towards a fresh, unbearable peak, she felt it. A shuddering wave of tingling weakness, and then the first trickle. Hot and slowly creeping out of her, and only for a few seconds, but she was so grateful she might have cried (had she been more prone to emoting, anyways). She had to resist the impulse to look at Naegi, knowing that reminding herself where they were would only risk upsetting the precarious balance they'd just achieved.
      "There you go...just relax..." Another feathery murmur in her ear, and she felt the pressure of his massage increase at the same time. Never to the point of harshness, just slightly firmer. The rubbing circles grew more insistent, fingers working the same pressure points for a few seconds at a time before they'd slide to the next. Even though her own need was spiking with each touch, she actually found herself sinking further into her seat instead of stiffening, leaning into his hands instead of trying to resist. It...really was as relaxing as a massage anywhere else, just...with the added effect of making her really, really have to-
      A few more trickles made their way out with certain touches, and while it had started as a slow process, that seemed to be the very moment her seal broke. Suddenly, she was pouring faster and faster, the warmth between her legs an entirely new (but certainly not unwelcome) sensation when she still had half of her senses muted. Little by little, the pain was being traded in for pleasure, waves of exhausting relief washing over her. The river wasn't ceasing, and while there was a slight hissing as it hit the plastic, her own sigh almost covered it up, the glove she'd been biting slipping to cover her lips instead as she all but melted into her seat. She didn't even have to squeeze, her body giving up control entirely...normally that would bother her, but in this moment, that freedom was pure bliss...
      "Good girl..." Naegi's whisper as he gently pecked his lips against her cheek nearly set her face alight, but before she could respond he was already ducking his head, a motion she knew because of the fluffy hair pressing against her shoulder. "S-Sorry, sorry! Geez, that made you sound like a dog...I-I just meant, l-like, when parents, er, I thought, y-you know..."
      As he started to trail off, still presumably trying to find the words, she allowed herself a breathless chuckle. Well, more like such an action had been forced out of her regardless in order to compensate for the dizzying sensations her body was currently going through, but at least it also helped make her point. "Naegi, it's alright. Considering my...current position, I don't think I can be degraded much further. Actually, it's..." Was she really saying this? Her dignity had already been thrown out the window though, so what harm could this really do? "I believe it's...helpful." she sheepishly admitted, slowly cracking her eyes open to take a quick peek at his reaction. Just him though. She had to make sure his face was the only thing she glanced at.
      It was certainly worth seeing. The poor boy's face was as beet-red as she imagined her own was when he glanced up at her, with those big innocent eyes pushing his eyebrows up to the very top of his head. "O-Oh, uh, r-really?" She could never quite get over the satisfaction of hearing that voice crack, the squeak of the adorable brown mouse she'd managed to catch in her claws. He looked like he wanted to bring a hand up to his face, his shoulder twitching before he remembered they were both occupied. Chuckling under his breath, he glanced down at the seat. "Um, w-would you like me to keep saying that then?"
      Now it was her turn to get flustered again, the slight wave of nerves sending a fresh burst of liquid down into the bottle. She was forced to shut her eyes and let her hand cover her mouth once more before she risked looking away at the crowded sections of the bus.
      Wasn't what I just said an unspoken agreement? Why must you make me say it?
      Barely pulling her fingers down enough to be audible, she ducked her head in a microscopic nod. "I-If you wouldn't mind...It's...rather comforting..." She was used to praise in some situations, but...never a gentler kind like this. It...it felt nice, to allow her walls to come down for a brief moment. To be the weak one, letting Naegi take care of her...
      "Okay then..." Slowly recovering from his hint of awkwardness, Naegi pressed another light kiss to the top of her head, slowing his massage down to a soft, fond caress, tickling his fingers back and forth across the skin while he whispered to her. "You're doing a wonderful job, Kiri...You were really brave, but now you get to relax. Just let go..."
      She could feel her breathing finally starting to slow down, her lungs no longer having to rely on panting gasps just to keep pace with her body's demands. Just calm, peaceful breaths, in and out while the stream ran below her...
      "I'm super proud of you, Kiri..."
      He kept murmuring as her release finally began to slow down into a weak trickle, then a dribble, the last few drops of warmth finally falling out. The emptiness was a strange feeling in itself, her abdomen still feeling tingly despite the fact that there was nothing left. An effect of the overworked muscles, most likely. Still, it sent a shiver up her spine, her body trembling against Naegi's comforting strokes.
      "All done?"
      She couldn't quite bring herself to say so out loud, simply nodding her head.
      "Okay. Don't move too much, because the last thing we wanna do is bump this, but I need you to lift the jacket." Once she pulled the cover off, he took his hand off of her to grab the lid he'd set on the seat cushion. His movements were much like a surgeon's, steady hands and furrowed eyebrows, eyes locked on his task. Once the bottle was safely contained, he relaxed, chuckling a little. "Wow, you really did have to go! I had no idea you could hold this much!"
      She chose to keep her gaze on her lap as she started tugging her clothing back into place, and then letting the jacket rest on her like a blanket. Honestly, the heat was nearly suffocating, but the clammy, damp fabric she was still sitting in was worse.
      "Oh, Kiri..." Naegi's whisper reached her ears, and he sighed, tapping the bottle in his fingertips. "Sorry, I shouldn't be teasing...I guess this is embarrassing enough for you."  He scooted closer, bumping her shoulder with his own. "You shouldn't be embarrassed, though. It wasn't your fault, it was just...rotten luck, y'know? And you've seen me do, like, way worse, so trust me, I'm not gonna judge you."
      "I'm aware of all of that. I'm just...not used to scenarios like this..."
      "Yeah, I guess..." Naegi held his tongue for a moment, gently rubbing her shoulder with a free hand. "Think about it though...you got away with something totally taboo...doesn't that make you just a little bit proud?"
      "Naegi, with all due respect, why would anyone be proud of something like that?"
      "I dunno, I just...Take your ego-boosts where you can get 'em!" he sputtered. "I'm trying to make you feel better!"
      "Well, I suppose I appreciate the attempt. Even if your line of thinking is a bit bizarre." she mumbled. Still, it had brought at least a slight smile to her face, so perhaps he'd been successful. "I believe I'll be taking that, though." she added, reaching over to grasp the bottle with both hands. It was still a bit slick, but without her hands shaking, it proved to be an easier task for the time it took her to set it in the corner of her seat, still hidden under the jacket. "No offense, but I don't quite trust your luck around something so...delicate..."
      Naegi only chuckled in response, rubbing the back of his neck. "Nah, that's probably a good call. I was actually terrified I was gonna spill it when I screwed the lid on..." he admitted, face flushing.
      "Well, you didn't show it. You were remarkably calm during that ordeal."
      "Yeah, well...I knew I had to fake it. You're usually the composed one, so when you started freaking out, I guess...I felt like I had to step up? Swap roles and stuff..." he mumbled. "I wanted you to feel safe...And I guess it helps that I've been through enough of that stuff to kinda know what to do..."
      "I see... " Feeling her face heat up slightly, although this time more out of fondness than embarrassment, she glanced away again. "Thank you, Naegi. You...You really did make me feel secure." And loved, but she didn't need to mention that one out loud. Naegi already knew that...
      "Good. I'm glad I could help." Naegi grinned, rubbing her back. "So...we've still got, like, 20 minutes until the gas station. Feel like losing in tic-tac-toe again?"
      "Actually, I think I'll take you up on that pillow offer, if it's still on the table..." she murmured. "I'm quite tired, to be honest..."
      "Yeah, stuff like this usually takes a lot out of you...Ya' want me to wake you when we get to the station?"
      "Yes. I'd still like to clean up a little..." she admitted, shifting in her seat to try and spread her skirt out where it had bunched under her. As she did so, Naegi pulled her head onto his shoulder, his hoodie providing ample cushioning. How he never roasted to death in that thing was beyond her, but at least it had benefits in times like these.
      "Okay. Try to get some sleep, Kiri. You deserve it."
      Her consciousness was already slipping as she snuggled closer, wrapping both of her arms around Naegi's to hold him in place. Even so, she was dimly aware of a hand beginning to comb through her hair again, slow and rhythmic.
      "Good girl, Kiri...I love you..." A whisper, one he probably hadn't thought she'd heard. A flood of affection bubbled in her chest, warming her once more even as the dull call of sleep tried to pry her energy away. Just before she succumbed to the darkness, she tilted her head to nuzzle the exposed skin of his neck, her lips brushing against it to convey all of the emotion she couldn't speak.
      I love you too, Naegi ...
    • By SlothWhispers in Riveting Rivulets (A FanFic Collection)
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      ((Here's a fic I wrote recently, sort of a missing scene based on the first episode of the newest Doctor Who season! Featuring Thirteen adjusting to her regeneration, and poor Yaz stuck along for the ride. This is very self-indulgent and I was still figuring out how to write the characters since I'd seen a whopping couple of episodes at the time, and my memory of the older seasons is rusty, but I think it still holds up.))
      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
      Oh how I miss you, my sweet baby TARDIS...
      That magical blue box would have been a slice of heaven right about now, but instead she was stuck travelling in a much slower, much less convenient contraption. Yaz's car.
      It wasn't that bad, honestly, and Yaz wasn't terrible company, but...it was difficult to be entirely comfortable in anything right now. A different mode of transport, a different body...
      The Doctor liked to believe she...he...er, they thrived on adaptability, to adjust to numerous changes, be they slow and minute or quick and drastic, and still remain on top of things in the end. It may get awkward, frantic at times, but it almost always ended in victory, in success.
      But as much as she had been trying to adjust to this new incarnation, it wasn't going smoothly. Being a complete confused mess for the first couple of days was normal, but even a week later, she was still struggling. And right now, one particular struggle was making her ever more anxious for Yaz to reach the area where she could tinker with the rest of Tzim-Sha's equipment. The sooner she could engineer a transporter to lead her back to her ship-
      -the sooner she could use the toilet before she completely burst.
      Her species could retain their urine for much longer than humans before it had to be expelled, that was a fact. It had impressed many of The Doctor's companions over their many travels, and it proved to be very useful in saving time that could be spent gallivanting around on trips or saving a world. Even so, there were limits, roughly seven days, give or take, in Earth time, and she had definitely approached that.
      The Doctor had never made a habit of testing his limits to this point if he could have helped it, but this time...
      This time it was different. She was different.
      It was such a silly thing to get hung up on in the grand scheme of things, she knew that, and she'd chided herself for a lack of open-mindedness, but even so, it was just...uncomfortable. Embarrassing. Horrendously awkward. She'd tried, a couple of days ago in a restaurant when her new friends had invited her out to lunch with them (equal parts a 'thank you for saving us meal', and a 'sorry for your loss' meal to try and ease Ryan and Graham's pain). She'd gotten all the way out of sight on the other end of the restaurant and down the little hall, only to freeze up at the symbol on the door before she could even open it. After so many lives spent being essentially banned from setting foot in there, it was difficult to shake that feeling off. To not feel like women were going to scream when she stepped in, for them to somehow know all that she had been in those lives before.
      She'd lingered for a few minutes admiring the decorations on the wall simply to pass time, and then returned to her seat with a smile, joining back in on the conversation.
      It hadn't been so bad then. Vaguely nagging, but only if she sat in certain ways. She'd made sure not to drink much for the duration of the meal, and had refused to partake in any further liquid consumption up to this point.
      She'd realized, a day later, that maybe it wasn't even the fear of the restroom or its patrons though. At least, not entirely. It was just...she'd rather try this out, just for the first time, in the privacy of the TARDIS. Alone, in a familiar place, with no risk of judgement. Free to be as awkward as she was sure she would be.
      So she'd decided to wait while she sketched plans and thought things over, and then today they'd had the funeral and gone shopping for an outfit that, while different, she was actually quite pleased with. Both of those outings had been rather uncomfortable, but between her own grief and moments of excitement, she'd been able to distract herself from the growing urge. But now there was nothing to distract her. She was stuck here in this small metal thing, the scenery outside not serving to impress her in the slightest. She tugged at her seatbelt again, dimly wondering if they were always this uncomfortable, or if it was just because of her current circumstances. 

      "You've been awfully quiet." Yaz's voice almost made her flinch as she was yanked from her own head. Glancing over, she saw the woman was still keeping her gaze on the road. "I think this is the first time you haven't chattered my ear off since we met you!"

      "Sorry. I just don't really feel like talking." she murmured, shifting a little in her seat. 

      "Hey, it's fine, I don't mind. Just an observation." Yaz shrugged. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke up again, albeit more softly. "Is it because of Grace?"

      "Huh? Oh, no, not really...I'm just tired, I suppose..." It wasn't a lie, necessarily. Parts of her body certainly were still tired from the regeneration process. Even if other parts of her wanted nothing more than to shuffle and bounce around.

      "Guess you finally wore yourself out after this week, huh? I'm surprised it took this long. Just watching you bustle around and talk tires me out, I don't know how you do it!" she chuckled. "Just rest, we'll be there soon."

      Nodding, she'd tried to lean back in her seat a little, closing her eyes if only to avoid torturing herself with watching the freedom outside her window. She just had to ignore the throbbing in her abdomen for a little while longer, and then she would be home.

      Her moment of attempted rest lasted another five minutes before the car jerked to a stop, the seatbelt tugging to send another jolt of urgency through her. Her breath hitched, and she opened her eyes to find cars packed all around the windows. "What's going on out there?"

      Yaz craned her neck, but eventually shrugged. "I can't tell from here. Don't think it's anything too bad though. It should clear up in about thirty minutes."

      Why was it that trouble always found her, even when she wasn't seeking it out? Just for once, could she not just take a simple trip without an obstacle in her path? "So we're stuck then?"

      "Until it clears up, yeah."

      Sighing under her breath, she rested one arm against the window and let her head fall upon it as she stared at the scene outside. She had half a mind to whip out her screwdriver and just blast the bloody traffic out of the way, but of course, that would be unethical. She didn't quite have the presence of mind to solve whatever dilemma was up ahead either. Some things, you just had to leave to the humans, as silly and mind-numbingly slow as their solutions could sometimes be. 

      Alright, maybe that thought was a little mean, but her patience had long since flown the coop. The pulsing in her abdomen was constant now and still growing in intensity, an eternal jab against whatever meager comfort she tried to find. Pulling herself away from the window, she tried to lean back again, only to stiffen as that movement stretched her bladder further. Fine. She'd lean forward then, like she was observing the windshield.

      "Doctor, are you alright?"

      "Just dandy! Why?"

      "Because you haven't been able to sit still since we got out of the shop." Yaz glanced over at her, bemused. "Judging by what you've told us, I'm guessing you're used to moving around, but that leg of yours has been shaking the car for most of the drive. You're not claustrophobic or something, are you?" 

      "Claustrophobic? Oh no, I've been in too many prison cells and trojan horses for that!" She immediately regretted the chuckle that accompanied her words, whatever smile she'd managed slipping from her face as discomfort took over. With effort, she stilled her jiggling leg and kept her knees apart, no matter how angrily her body protested the actions. "I'm fine, Yaz, really. Just a little anxious to get started working on the transporter, that's all."

      "You look more than 'a little anxious', Doctor..." Yaz leaned away from where she'd been slumped over the steering wheel, sitting up to scrutinize her. "Clearly, you're not going to tell us everything about you, and that's fine, but if there's something bugging you right now, can't you tell me?"

      The Doctor was a Timelord, an exceptional, powerful being, who had saved countless galaxies and would save countless more, who was strong and courageous and, while sometimes finding himself in silly situations, had almost always gotten out with his dignity intact. He made a point not to show weakness to those he cared about, especially for trivial illnesses and injuries. The Doctor had hoped not to compromise those goals and values so early on in her newest incarnation. 

      But Yaz looked so genuinely concerned, and she had no doubt the woman was determined enough to keep interrogating until she was given a satisfying answer. She always had struggled to resist humans, and that ridiculous loyalty and kindness towards those they only barely knew...

      Well, there was also the fact that her dilemma was growing dire enough that she would end up giving herself away in a few minutes, even if she did try to hide it. Forcing herself to look Yaz directly in the eyes with all the casualty in the universe, she let her hands shift to rest on her knees. "You want to know what's bothering me? I'm about to burst like a hydration pod on a desert planet. But besides that, I really am fine."

      "What? Hydration pod on..." Dark eyebrows furrowed together, then inched upwards as her friend placed the pieces together. "Are you saying you have to pee?"

      "Yes. Quite badly, actually. Haven't felt this way in a long time. Wouldn't recommend it, not pleasant in the slightest." she aimed for a joking chuckle, only to grimace as she shifted in her seat again. Fine, no humor to get her through this then. But what was The Doctor without wit? Glancing out the window, she made sure to keep her voice from trembling. "I'll be fine until we get there, so please don't concern yourself."

      "Sorry." Yaz murmured, and she saw the woman turn back towards the steering wheel out of the corner of her eye. "But yeah, not like you really have a choice right now. We're blocked in, and I don't really...keep anything in here."

      "Keep anything in here for wh-oh..." Right, one of his companions had mentioned a funny story or two. Not that they'd ever had that problem on the TARDIS. "That definitely won't be necessary." she hurried to add. She might have stooped low enough to be caught in this...compromised state, but she wouldn't stoop that low.

      I am The Doctor. I will not be beaten by the likes of you, bladder.

      ~~~

      After twenty minutes that seemed to stretch on for sun-cycles, alternating between half-baked attempts at staggered conversation or dead silence, the cars around them began to move, and she huffed under her breath as the car began to follow, slowly picking up speed as the traffic cleared and cars began to turn off onto other streets. The rolling motion of the vehicle was making the sack of liquid inside her pulse stronger, but the mere knowledge that they were finally getting out of stasis was enough to ease her mind, at least.
      As Yaz kept driving, she kept her legs squeezed together, constantly swapping one over the other or winding them around, bouncing her knees or rubbing her hands along the thighs. A disorganized rhythm of movements, none of them very helpful, but arguably the only thing she could do by this point to avoid losing control. There was nothing logical about it, but her body seemed to insist, overriding any knowledge of social graces or customs. Her breathing was growing heavier as she yanked at her seatbelt again, glancing at the dashboard clock. If she could just stand, that would be so much easier than-

      Just then, her bladder spasmed, the shudder rolling all the way up her spine as it squeezed and pulsed, begging to empty its contents. It was so full and swollen that she was shaking, and despite her best efforts, a sudden trickle ran into her undergarments, forcing a strange noise between a gasp and a whimper from her lips. 

      "Doctor?"
      She just barely managed to clench those quivering new muscles to stop the flow, but the urgency actually burned, and she knew it couldn't be contained anymore. "Yaz, you need to pull over! As soon as humanly possi-no, as soon as universally possible, it's faster!"
      "What? We're in the middle of downtown, I can't just-"
      "Yaz, listen to me! Your car is going to become very wet if I don't get out in the next two minutes."
      "You really can't hold it until we get there in ten-"
      "I've been holding it for a week! I really don't believe my bladder is content to wait any longer!"
      At this, Yaz jerked her eyes from the road for a moment, mouth agape. "A week?!? You mean you haven't gone at all since we met you?!? How do you-"
      "You know I have two hearts, and that's the part that baffles you!?!" She might have laughed, but it would have been absolutely disastrous to do so. "I can give you a rundown on my biology later, but you need to pull over now!"
      Rushing to turn her attention back towards the road before they risked crashing, the woman shook her head. "Okay, okay! Just give me a minute to find an opening!"
      A minute. A single minute. To a Timelord, it was the mere blink of an eye, half a blink even. But now, it seemed to stretch on par with the longest journeys and wars, as if she would have grown old and grey and died a thousand times over before the timer rang. Every second was a fresh round of torture, and she found any scrap of dignity she had left tossed aside as she buried her hands between her legs, pulled her lip between her teeth, and rocked. Rocked and writhed in that seat like she was a bomb that would go off the moment she ceased movement. It didn't feel very far from the truth. Her bladder was pulsing in sharp, rhythmic waves with every breath, each pain sending shudders up her spine and fresh tingling to that sensitive, strange new organ.
      She couldn't remember ever having to go so badly before. Perhaps once or twice, when The Doctor was at some random holiday shindig or other on a random planet. One New Years Eve party with another Earth companion stuck in her memory, when they'd both gotten absolutely plastered. But at least The Doctor's body hadn't been fully aware then, too drunk off his arse. She was aware of every throb, every spasm, every bump in the road or this cursed seatbelt digging into her swollen skin.
      As Yaz whipped to turn the corner onto a side street she had to double over, a gasp shooting from her mouth as her body ached more suddenly, much more strongly than ever. "Oh, goodness..." she groaned, screwing her eyes shut and clutching herself tighter. Her thoughts were not helping. She could barely breathe, any inhale at all feeling like she was about to lose that precious thread of control.
      The moment she felt the car stop, she was lunging for the handle, almost clawing at it before Yaz reached over to unlock it for her. She scrambled out as fast as she could, and even though standing had caused a horrific shift in gravity, she didn't even take the time to notice the added pressure, bolting into the alley her friend had so kindly parked in front of. Her hands were already moving away from her crotch to toy with the front of her pants.
      And in that moment, she realized something very crucial. Suspenders were a mistake.
      There was no zipper to fumble with, nothing but a blank canvas of dark blue fabric that held her lower half like a prison. After a second of feeling around, a few more drips leaked out, and she was forced to shove her hands back between her legs with a whimper, muttering all manner of Galifreyan and a few choice intergalactic curses under her breath.

      She was absolutely fit to burst, and she couldn't remove her hands from between her legs. Not if she wanted to avoid drenching the outfit her new companions had been so kind as to pay for. Clothes could be cleansed, yes, but it would certainly stain The Doctor's dignity, and possibly their friendship. Feeling absolutely frantic now, she scampered back to the edge of the alley. "Bsst! Yaz! Yaz!"
      The woman ducked her head around the brick corner where she'd been standing guard, hissing to ensure she wasn't loud enough to draw attention. "What's wrong?"
      She didn't get embarrassed by many things. Or at least, her last few incarnations hadn't. But this was making her cheeks burn, and her breathlessness didn't ease the words she had to coax out. "I...u-um, I can't quite get these off! Not without...I need your help! Please, before I have an accident!"
      She couldn't quite read the look on Yaz's face, but that may have been because she wasn't actually looking at the woman at all. She was staring at her brown boots as she shuffled her legs around, all but tap-dancing on the spot. Just keep moving. As long as she kept moving, she could hold it.

      "Doctor, I can't help you if you don't stay still!" Yaz hissed in her ear, dragging them both deeper into the alley and fumbling with the overall clips. "You keep jerking them out of my hands!" 

      "I'm sorry, I've never needed it this badly before!" she whined, forcing herself to stand still, with the exception of one extremely jiggly leg. "It was so much easier when I could just whip it out..."

      Yaz didn't respond, eyebrows furrowed as she concentrated on the clips. Finally, she unlatched them both, the overalls dropping to The Doctor's feet. "Alright! Quick, give me your coat!" 

      Trying not to shiver at the sudden exposure to the air her bare legs were receiving, she fumbled to shrug off the coat and step out of the overalls, making sure to keep one hand on her crotch at all times. Even with that pressure, her bladder was weakening by the second, a few drops beginning to tease her inner thighs as she hurried over to the wall. 

      "Those are the ugliest boxers I've seen in my life. They remind me of my grandpa." Yaz snorted. Whether it was supposed to be to lighten the mood or just fill the awkward silence, she wasn't sure.

      "Hey, they were fashionable when I bought them! And they didn't call me grandpa, they called me daddy." As her bladder was desperately trying to tell her though, there wasn't time for defense of her past fashion choices. "Now, how do I-Just 'pop a squat,' right?" Fighting to tug her plaid boxers down with one hand, she used the other to prop herself up from behind, trying her best to balance into a sitting position, warm leaks already beginning to wet the fabric and her hand. "How did they do this on all our trips? This is ridiculous!" She had a newfound sympathy for Rose and all the others now. Her thighs were shaking just trying to hold herself up, and she almost fell backwards, trying to regain her balance while still battling with her underwear. 

      "Hang on! Let me help!" Poor Yaz sounded equal parts embarrassed and concerned, and probably more than a little baffled by her train wreck of a display. Her own face was burning as she heard the clothing being dropped far off to the side, and both Yaz's hands found their way to her shoulders to hold her upright. "Just keep your bloomers out of the way, alright?" the woman mumbled.

      "Right, thank you..." Her own voice was a breathy squeak as she used both hands to pull the fabric down and held it out of the way. Just in the nick of time, because her last shred of control had been lost. The dam completely burst in one sudden, jabbing urge that made her gasp out loud, and soon she was gushing all over the pavement. It was a little too warm, hissing and splattering out with a force she hadn't felt in ages, a sensation that pulled a moan from her lips. All of the pain she'd been feeling finally reduced to numbness, a relief so great she found herself nearly crying, hitching breath unable to keep up with the effort her body was expending. Was she sweating? Good grief, she was sweating. First thing on her agenda once the TARDIS was located: a hot shower.

      The sound of urine drenching asphalt seemed to go on for minute after minute, the puddle expanding around both their shoes despite their efforts to shuffle away, and running along the alley in a little black stream to meet the base of the old brick wall. The Doctor had never felt so awkward, so powerless in all her- their lives, being held up by another person for an action this private, in a place that was decidedly not appropriate.

      She should probably have been overwhelmed by shame, but...right now she was just overflowing with gratitude. And urine.

      When it finally did trickle to a stop, she tried to take a moment to compose herself, taking in a quivering breath and exhaling. "I...I think I'm done. You can pull me up now."

      "As soon as you pull your boxers back up." Yaz muttered, and when she glanced upwards she saw the woman very pointedly looking up at the sky.

      "Right. Sorry." The growing breeze did feel a little strange, hitting that. Tugging the fabric back into place, which was luckily only slightly cold and damp in patches, she then pushed off with her legs as her escort heaved her back into a standing position. After a bit of wobbling from her shaking legs, she was confident enough to step away from Yaz. "Well, crisis averted. Well done, Yaz. I'll get dressed and we can get moving. Chop chop, we're burning daylight."

      "You're moving on, just like that? We're not going to talk about this?"

      "Did you want to talk about it?"

      "Well, no. Er, maybe? I mean...I guess not. But are you okay?"

      "Oh yeah, I'm just chipper. Feeling way better, got my eye on the prize and raring to go!" Stepping back into the overalls, she managed to fasten the straps herself this time, shaking a few drops of liquid off of her boots and then leaving the rest behind in wet footprints as she started to walk towards the alley entrance, dusting off her coat and pulling it on as she went. 

      "You bounce back really fast."

      "Well, it's over and done with now, so there's no use dwelling on it, is there? I've got an entire life time ahead of me, this moment is merely a blink, whoosh! It's gone! It's all about perspective!"

      "I...I guess? Okay then, if you're really alright..." Yaz followed along, fishing the keys out of her pocket and clicking them until a noise came from the car.

      "I really am fine now, trust me." And she was, honestly. Relieved, maybe a little tired, but fine. A smidgeon embarrassed. But she could cast that out once she was distracted by her plans ahead. There was a strange feeling nagging at her though, and before she could really think better of it, she turned to glance back at Yaz. "Am I supposed to be a little turned on though? I mean, I would never want to repeat that incident again in a millennia, but I'm weirdly turned on, just a little."

      "I..." Yaz trailed off, and she was beginning to regret speaking when she noticed her friend looked like her brain had been utterly fried by the endless strange revelations and events of the past few days and now. But the woman had the patience of a saint, or maybe she just decided to roll with it, because she shrugged as she reached the car and held the passenger door open for her. "I mean, your bladder and...uh...it's all around the same place, so it can happen. I'm assuming. Just how close to human are you, minus the two hearts and ridiculously huge bladder?"

      Ah, so it wasn't abnormal? She'd never felt that way before...new addition with these parts, then. Curious. An interesting thing to research on a rainy day, maybe. "Pretty close. Most of my organs function a little differently, depending on what I need them to do for particular environments, but they're about the same placement and appearance."

      "Really?" Yaz's eyebrows flicked up, her eyes sparking with that amusing curiosity humans always had when this topic came up. "Can I see an X-Ray sometime?"

      "Once I get the transporter working, we'll see." Settling into her seat, she was pleasantly surprised to find the tugging instrument of torture strapping her in was actually not very uncomfortable.  As the car started moving again, she glanced out the window, watching the alley disappear behind them. "Thank you for assisting me back there...I promise, that sort of thing doesn't happen often."

      "It's fine, Doctor. You've done enough for us, saving you from...that, is the least I could do."

      "I trust you won't tell the others about this?"

      "About what? We just got caught up in traffic, right?"

      For a very brief moment, she had a horrible thought of Deja-vu, wondering if after thousands of years yet another species had come to wipe Earth residents' memories. But then she caught the hint of a coy smile on Yaz's lips and the wink she shot her before glancing back at the road, and her breath finally relaxed as she leaned back in her seat, casting a slight smile back. "Ah, yes! O-Of course, just traffic..."