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    • By Captain L in Learned a New Skill: Relief
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      Exploring the streets of Ylisstol in early September was a pleasant experience, it was cool enough that many of its citizens were out and about, giving the capital a sense of life. All these people reminded Robin why he was so adamant about fighting with the Shepherds, to protect this way of life. However, his duty as a tactician was not on his mind right now, this was leisure, even though he was on a mission of his own.
      "So, Father, why did you insist we accompany you into town? I had training planned that you're interrupting me from." In this journey, Robin was accompanied by two younger girls, in a weird age gap where there wasn't a suitable explanation for their identity. They were too young to be his sisters or girlfriends, but too old to be his children. Except, they were his daughters, from the future. It was a lot less unusual among the ranks of the Shepherds than one might think. As soon as he married Nowi and guaranteed their eventual birth, the two appeared in his life and nestled their place in firmly.
      In particular, the one complaining was Nah. Though it was difficult to tell, with manakete genes hiding age so well that the thousand-year old Nowi looked ten, Nah was the younger of the sisters. And she was a responsible little girl, dedicating her time to combat training and controlling her dragon transformation. She took her worth as a soldier very seriously, even going out with her family was unwelcome.
      "Sorry, I couldn't tell you while we were still in the barracks," Robin explained. "I didn't want anyone to overhear and tell your mother. See, her birthday is on the 21st, and I figured you'd like to look for a present." He scratched the back of his neck nervously. "And, if I'm being honest, I'm not very good at picking out gifts. I was also hoping you might help me, and we can make it a gift from all three of us."
      "Well...I don't think I'll be much help. I don't remember anything about Mother." The other girl was Morgan, and much like her father, she awoke in a field missing memories. She vaguely remembered Robin from her future, but Nowi was a total blank, and had in turn followed his tactician example.
      "Don't worry about it." Robin reached down and rubbed Morgan's green hair. "You're a lot like your mother, Morgan. Think about the kinds of things you like that aren't studying battle strategies."
      "Don't get me wrong, I'm not against getting her a birthday present," Nah interjected, "but I don't think it's smart to keep treating her like a kid. She can't just keep playing around forever."
      Frustrated, Robin put his face in his hand. This was far from the first time he'd had to listen to this. "That's just the kind of girl she is, Nah. And that kind of thing is important to an army too."
      "I disagree. What functional use does someone who goofs around all day serve?"
      Robin sighed. "You'll understand when you're older. Listen, I'm still lacking in parenting skill, so can I ask you to go easy on me? Just behave for the day, and I'll do something with each of you when we return to the barracks."
      "I doubt a good tactician needs to bargain with the enemy to attain victory," Morgan observed.
      "True, but a great tactician knows how to control the field in their favor. The Shepherds have never been above bribery, Chrom recruited Gaius by giving him candy."
      "I can believe it. Alright, does mother like jewelry? She likes that ring you gave her." It was enough of a treasured possession that she passed it on to Nah in the future, after all.
      "Well, I know she's collected shiny rocks, but I don't think she cares much for jewelry. I think she only cares about that ring so much for the sentimental value."
      "Hmm...perhaps a pouch to hold her items? As it stands now, she can only hold her Dragonstone in her pockets."
      "Can we just figure something out quickly," Nah interrupted. She had just been listening to the two going back and forth, and she didn't want to wait any more.
      Robin threw his arms up in defeat. "Alright, alright, we'll look around. You're being really impatient today, Nah, and I don't care for it." Nah pouted, but didn't respond to the reprimand. She just stayed quiet as the family started walking to look through the windows of some of the shops on the street. A little slower, she stayed a few paces behind, which allowed her the quick bit of needed privacy to press against the front of her white dress.
      The braided manakete was having her share of trouble keeping her bladder in check. Likely to avoid any witnesses that would spread the word, Robin had insisted they leave for town quickly. So, needless to say, that left Nah in an uncomfortable position where she had to go and she wouldn't say anything, she couldn't say anything. A dragon couldn't show weakness of any kind. She just took a deep breath to brace herself for the impending sting, resigning herself to the fate of quietly holding it for a while longer.
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      "Mmpf!" Looking at various leather pouches from a street vendor, Morgan's distraction served to hide a small threat sneaking up on her, until it made itself known with a spike she couldn't ignore. The tactician in training could really use a bathroom right about now. It was tugging at her attention just enough to be annoying, it might be prudent to start looking for relief soon.
      Problem was, her duty wasn't finished yet. Dad had made his need for help clear, and they still hadn't found a gift. They were close, this seemed like a good lead, but they still needed to pick an exact bag. And with all the various colors, patterns, decorations, this could take a while. Looking at her family, it looked like Robin was having no better luck making a decision. And Nah was barely looking, seemingly focusing on something else.
      For a second, Morgan was going to scold Nah for not taking this seriously, but looking closer, discomfort was splayed across her face. Maybe it was just because Morgan was thinking of it, but she had an idea what may have been ailing her sister. "So, it's bothering both of us," she whispered, looking more intently at the wares. Now, the course of action was clear: pick something soon, finish the job, and they'd return to the barracks before things got bad.
      Still, she wasn't going to make that an excuse. It was no reason to put no thought into a choice in purse, it was just on a timer now. Grateful that the robe she wore covered her lower half somewhat, she shuffled her feet on the cobblestone road, and began more seriously weighing the handful of options she had the best opinion of. "Father, does the jewel on this one look like a Dragonstone to you?"
      Robin looked over the bag, or the gem more specifically. "Hm, a little bit. Maybe she could use it as a decoy Dragonstone?"
      "I can't imagine any situation where she'd need that, but a tactician should plan for every possibility." Morgan smiled amidst her aching, picking this specific item up from the rest of the wares. "I think it looks nice."
      Robin nodded. "I'm not the best with fashion, but it matches you. It'll look good on Nowi." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a few gold coins, handing them to the vendor.
      "Well, I doubt you're any worse than Lucina. I think Mother will appreciate this." Morgan breathed a sigh of relief, she'd make it back to the barracks relatively comfortably, and Nah would probably be fine as well.
      Robin looked up at the sky, covering his eyes with his hand to look towards the sun. "We've got plenty of time, we can do some extra shopping. Maybe a stop in the book store?"
      That was tempting, they didn't get the chance to add new books to the personal library often. Yes, Morgan still needed to pee, but if she abandoned this chance, it could be a while before she'd get another. She could manage a little longer. "That sounds wonderful. We'll just need you to lead the way there."
      "It's this way, we're not far." He took point, so the two sisters trailed behind. Morgan looked alright, but one look at Nah revealed she was much more concerned. Maybe not so much panicked, but she definitely didn't look happy. The elder sibling, honestly, didn't consider that in her planning. Maybe she had made a mistake going along so readily.
      Or, she could make this work. Trying to look inconspicuous, she shuffled next to Nah, whose scowl only grew deeper. "Thanks for wasting more of my time, Morgan. I just wanted to go back to the barracks, but you're insistent on keeping me away."
      "You really don't need to be so rude. I get that you need to use the bathroom, but I'm trying to help you. There's a chance that the bookstore will have our solution."
      A bright blush illuminated Nah's cheeks upon hearing that. "You noticed? I'm that obvious?" Her spirits, what little there were, fell even further knowing her fragility was so plain to see.
      "I know I don't remember you, but we are still sisters. Besides, I need to go too, so I've got it on the mind."
      "Oh...I'm sorry for being mean, it's just-"
      "You're frustrated and you need to pee, I get it, I get it. I'm not going to leave you to suffer with no way out." During their conversation, they reached the entrance to the shop her and Robin visited when they had the chance, and it appeared their dad had gone missing in the meantime in a lucky break for them. "I'll even ask the clerk for you."
      "Th-thanks, Morgan." She attempted to stand straight with her hands at her side and look nonchalant, she succeeded at that part, but she still looked upset. Morgan couldn't blame her, it was probably feeling a lot worse than her own soreness, and she was already a little on the uncomfortable side. It would definitely be smart to relieve herself right after Nah finished off.
      At least it didn't take much effort to find someone who worked there, not with them planted right behind a sales counter. "Excuse me, do you have a ladies' room we can use?"
      The saleswoman, who looked scarily the same as Anna, shook her head. "Sorry, miss, we don't have anything like that. You may need to look somewhere else."
      "Oh..." Morgan had put her chips on there being a bathroom here, she was expecting it and planning for it without considering the possibility it might not be the case. That was a huge failure for an aspiring tactician. "Thank you anyway." And how would she break the news to Nah? She had gotten her sister's hopes up, assured her she wouldn't need to wait much longer.
      She had already made a promise without being able to back it up, she couldn't lie this time. Bracing herself for the worst, Morgan found Nah lazily looking over some history books. Her ears perked up as she heard the approach, and she faced her sister, smiling. "Did you find out where the bathroom is?"
      Just looking at that, Morgan suddenly felt awful. It was so hard, it took a few failed attempts, but she managed to choke it out. "They...they don't have one." She closed her eyes, waiting for the punishment she deserved. Nah groaned, looking around at the mostly empty store to check if any of its few patrons were close. When she saw they weren't, she once again put her hands on the front of her dress, that became the image Morgan was met with when she opened her eyes. And just seeing it was prompting her to mimic, now that she needed to go bad enough to justify it.
      Nah took a few deep breaths for stability. "It's fine, it's fine, I'm used to disappointment. Guess it was stupid of me to get my hopes up."
      "Listen, I feel bad enough about it as is. You don't need to guilt me."
      "So, do you have another idea now?"
      "Well..." She hadn't planned any contingencies, yet another tactician's sin. The only good thing was that she was now thinking on her feet, improvising a new plot very quickly. "Alright, I've got one. You tell Father that I'm not feeling well and you're escorting me back to the barracks. Either we make it back or we find something on the way."
      "Why do I have to ask?"
      "Because the person who's sick can't be the one to ask, it needs to be a cover. And if Father sees you training later, he'd know we were lying. Meanwhile, I can lay in bed and read, and no one will suspect. Or you can tell him the truth-"
      "No," Nah nearly shouted before Morgan could fully finish. "I'm not a little kid anymore, I don't need to ask my dad for help to make it to the bathroom! Alright, fine, I'll find him!" She stomped off in some direction to look for their father, wherever he was.
      With no one to talk to, Morgan was starting to feel even more uncomfortable. She was already able to feel the mass of her bladder, and keeping her mind solely on it was doing her no favors. "Maybe I underestimated," she whined, especially bad to make that mistake two times today. She hurriedly picked up the book Nah had been glancing at, just to do something while she waited.
      Perhaps a touch too long after she had left, the young manakete returned. "Okay, I told him. Let's leave now." Her teeth were clenched, the message was clear; she didn't want a second wasted. And her green-haired older sibling completely agreed, as she put the tome back on the shelf and hurried out the store.
      Back in the public view, Morgan and Nah once again stood up straight to not appear distressed. However, they had tried this tactic too many times, and it was starting to fail. Not only for the first time in this bout of desperation, but for the first time in years, both girls had a simultaneous little accident. Nothing major, but both now had to deal with drops of urine in their panties, acting as a harbinger of doom soon to arrive. Both jolted in shock at the sudden dampness, moved their legs a little closer together, and whined. Neither would admit that they had just lost something, but they were both a little worried for themselves.
      The real problem was how long it was going to take to get back. The town was built around the Ylisstol castle, so it wasn't really far, but it still might have been asking too much. With each step closer, their strength drained even further, every once in a while marking its countdown with another leak. Not that they had been comfortable in quite some time, but that wetness in their most private areas was only making it more distressing.
      Nah tugged on her sister's coat sleeve when they were about halfway to their destination. "Morgan...I can't hold it anymore. We need to stop." She sounded blank, like she was still in control despite the situation claiming otherwise, but there was an unshakable feeling that she was about to cry.
      Problem was, Morgan didn't have a solution. It would take too long to go into every building and ask if they had a bathroom, unless they got lucky with the first pick. Even untrained, she could tell, that was not a high possibility, and it'd be much more embarrassing for Nah if she had an accident in a store with focus on her. Basically, there were no good options if time was up, that initial choice of building would be imperative. "So, which store are you banking on?"
      That wasn't the reply Nah was expecting to hear. "I...I was just going to ask for cover in an alley. I don't want to ask a million strangers."
      Admittedly, that same idea had occurred to Morgan as a total possibility, but she had shot it down due to the population density right now. "Have you noticed how many people are walking around? It's literally impossible that you won't be seen."
      "You're giving up before we even try? Just act as a good distraction until I can finish, that's all I'm asking! Come on, I promise I'll do the same for you!" She could no longer keep appearances, she was bouncing in place and her hands were shaking, pleading to be allowed to grab her crotch with all her strength.
      "Okay, get in the alley! I'll let you know when it's safe." The promise of getting to relieve herself soon was enough to convince her, and Morgan shuffled her sister into one of the dark passages, turned away and covering the entrance with her body. She just needed to find a break to alert Nah things were clear, but her own annoyance was keeping her from working at peak efficiency. It was all too obvious with the way her heel was twisting into the pavement.
      The younger dragon couldn't even be that patient. She had yet to receive a signal that it was safe, but she was already lifting up her dress and uncharacteristically exposing her white panties. Even if had been perfectly dry, she would never even think of putting them out in the open if her bladder wasn't trying to kill her. She got her thumbs hooked over the waistband of the underwear, a finicky process with her stiff gloves, but had just enough shame to not yank them down quite yet. "How are things looking, Morgan?!"
      Morgan wished she could say it was all good, but the penalty for lying would be the end of the world for Nah. There were still so many people, and some of them were already suspicious about the way she was standing around, blocking the view of the alley. Her body wasn't big enough to fully cover what was happening behind her, Nah would still be seen if she were to act hastily. She could spread out her coat, like prey attempting to look larger to scare off predators, but that'd only draw more attention. With her clothing beneath the robe matching her mother's, in that it was equally revealing, it'd probably look like she was performing a street-side strip show.
      Receiving no response, Nah groaned and removed her hands, letting her dress fall back into place. Having been denied relief that close, she was too far gone to look anywhere close to normal any longer, she needed to lean against the wall behind her and stamp her feet to stand a chance at not soaking herself. Why should she have to suffer like this? It couldn't be possible that she needed to wait this far. "You're telling me there's really no opening?!"
      "Yes, that's what I'm saying. And drawing attention by yelling isn't doing you any favors. I promise, I'll tell you when it's good."
      "I don't need you being a lookout, you're supposed to be a distraction! Get them not looking over here!"
      "And what do you suggest I do to draw their attention? Waste some Dragonstone energy and turn into a dragon in the middle of town? Or maybe take my top off?" The expectations being thrown upon Morgan were starting to make her a little testy, a state of mind her desperation was doing no favors. "How about I go first and you show me how distractions are supposed to be done?!"
      "Yeah, I've got just the thing! A young girl wetting herself right out in the open! Everyone will stare at that!" Nah was grinding her teeth in pure anger, she'd be getting right up in her sister's face about this argument...if she could move. "Why is it so hard to pull your weight or help your sisAGH!" She may have put too much energy into the argument instead of her tired bladder, now she realized that mistake as her muscles could no longer hold back the flood.
      Once the hissing sound of a flowing river took hold, it only took a scant few seconds for it to be visible. Yes, there was the stream pouring out from beneath the short skirt to the ground below, there was also however much was running down her legs into her stockings. But the most damning of all was the mark it was leaving on her white dress, it was no stretch to say everything below the front's waist was slowly becoming ruined.
      Realizing what she had done, and would be doing for the next minute, Nah's fighting spirit left her. All that remained in its place was a chilling hollowness, a sensation as empty as her bladder would soon be. There was no longer any fire in this dragon as her face turned pale, the only color on her besides her red cape was the growing splotch of yellow on her clothes.
      Despite all her earlier concerns, nothing beyond herself mattered once she started peeing. This couldn't be happening. Nah wasn't helpless, something she had been affirming for years, she was a half-breed manakete that had been through hardship, and come out of it one of the strongest fighters in the Shepherds. Even ignoring her personal circumstances, she wasn't a baby, an accident like this was inexcusable. She hated holding all this in, but this was an even worse fate.
      It didn't take long for her small frame to run out of urine to give, but that was even more embarrassing. There wasn't much of a puddle, and she couldn't hold even that. The thought made her feel almost sick, like some kind of cruel karma. She felt awful, even keeping this to herself would haunt her. At least she could keep it secret and not have to deal with teasing...unless someone saw her.
      That was the first time the thought occurred to her, that she couldn't wait until no one was watching. Scared, she jolted to look at the entrance back to the street, expecting a crowd to witness her shame. She couldn't see very well past Morgan, but suddenly that didn't matter either. Not when she saw her own sister watching and snickering. Now her emotions came running back, and she shouted, "what are you laughing at?!"
      "S-sorry," Morgan apologized between giggles, "it's just funny to see you getting humbled. You were acting so rude, it's hard not to think you deserved this."
      Nah blushed, but not in the bashful way. She bared her fangs and marched right up in Morgan's face, propping herself up on her toes to match height. "You get a kick out of this, you sadist?! Then how hilarious would it be if I tell everyone about how you had a nightmare last week and needed to sleep with Father?!"
      Morgan backed up with her personal space being invaded by a pee-soaked girl, her cheeks turning pink. "Y-you were awake to see that?!" She gulped, a nervous bead of sweat falling off her forehead, unable to make eye contact until she came up with a retort. "You say anything about that, I'll tell everyone about the time Mother left you for a few minutes during training, and I found you crying about being lonely!"
      "You wouldn't..." Nah clenched her fist, prompting Morgan to take a step back and ready her own hands. Neither were reaching for their Dragonstones, but it was still looking like a familial fight was about to break loose.
      "There you two are!" Whatever the two were planning, it stopped in a heartbeat as they heard that voice. That was definitely Robin, so now their highest priority was finding him. Only then did the realize the magnitude of the crowd they had been working to avoid gathering, a whole slew of people were watching the dispute. Still, it took no time to find the tactician, and as they guessed from his voice, he was angry. "What were you thinking, going off on your own without telling me?!"
      The sisters stood side-by-side and faced their father, standing at attention. Morgan didn't even look at Nah to confront her. "You said you told him we were leaving."
      "I...I lied, I couldn't do it. It was too embarrassing."
      Robin marched over to the two, not even giving Nah's clothing a glance. "Do you have any idea how scared I was when I couldn't find you? I thought you got kidnapped or something!"
      "We're not little kids," Nah argued through a mumble, "we could fight off any attackers."
      "I should think you know better than I what kinds of evils lurk in this world. Can you honestly tell me you'd be fine if any of them came for you?" Neither of the girls could offer a rebuttal, just a cough and foot shuffling. Robin sighed, and his face finally dropped the fury it had been carrying. "You're alright, I'm thankful for that, just...don't run off again. Don't you think you've been through enough without your parents to protect you?"
      "Well, we're not completely alright." Morgan nodded her head towards Nah.
      "That's another thing," Robin reverted back to his parental ranting without any warning. "That's what you were so ashamed to tell me? You thought I wouldn't be able to help you if you said you needed to use the bathroom?"
      "That's not it," Nah shouted, like she was comforting her dad. "It was just...we're manaketes. Don't you think it's just a little bit demeaning to need help on something that stupid?"
      "Being a manakete doesn't put you on any higher level than a human. Even when your mother was embarrassed in this same situation, that was never the reason she had a hard time saying it."
      "Mother's been through this with you? What happened there?" Nah had a curious streak about her parents' romantic life, and was eager to learn all the details to anything of their time dating. Though her wavering voice seemed to indicate she wasn't quite up to absorbing a story at the moment.
      "I'll tell you later." Robin knelt down to better match his children's heights. "Point is, there's nothing wrong with wanting to be stronger women, but you're my daughters first and foremost. You can ask me for help on anything, and I won't think any less of you no matter the question." He wrapped his arms around both of their bodies, holding them tightly in a warm embrace.
      This display of affection, coupled with his explicit permission to not act so tough, sent Nah over the edge for the second time. It was too much to handle now, she buried her face in her dad's shoulder and cried loudly. Tears flowed as freely as a different bodily fluid she had experience with today, and she kept choking out wails. It wasn't entirely rare to see the young dragon's sobs, but when she always tried to deny that part of her emotions, this display felt like an important moment. She was at the mercy of Robin petting her head, gently stroking her hair.
      Morgan was feeling emotional too, getting a little misty-eyed, but a sudden pain pulled her back into the moment of reality. "Not that I don't appreciate this, but Nah wasn't the only one that needed to go. I'm about out of time here."
      He didn't mind hugging one wet girl, but the potential of a second was not welcomed, as he reeled back and kept some distance. "Any chance you could make it back to the castle?" Morgan shook her head, and Robin looked at the nearby buildings as his children had done not long before. "If you resorted to what you did, I'll assume none of the buildings had anything you could use. I really don't want to walk back with two wet daughters, so...do what you will."
      Checking the surroundings outside the immediate family, Morgan did notice the crowd had dispersed. Apparently a touching personal moment wasn't very interesting, and for the current objective, that was a very good development. The green-haired girl, realizing what needed to be done, ran back into the alley she had previously guarded, throwing her coat onto the ground somewhere, hopefully not into Nah's puddle. She trusted her father to protect her privacy, she didn't even need to check before pulling down her shorts and squatting close to the ground.
      Considering how she was already in a near-emergency state much earlier, it was almost miraculous how she had lasted up to this moment. Granted, it had come with so many leaks in her white panties that she had stopped noticing long ago, but it wasn't noticeable from the outside and that's all she could ask for. She relaxed and let the flow of urine rush out.
      If Morgan had been focusing on her bladder's pain all this time, she probably would have realized she was about to burst, so the volume shooting out wasn't surprising. It was a pure golden color, spreading quickly, with the force of more splashing down causing ripples to glide outwards and the point of impact producing numerous tiny bubbles on the liquid's surface. And of course, it was loud, enough that the worry occurred to her about someone outside noticing. Good thing she had someone dependable covering her.
      It was safe, she could relax, she sighed heartily in total relief as she had the chance to empty out. Admittedly, she felt a little bad about the way Nah had to wet herself, but it wasn't her fault, just the way things unfolded. Despite their argument before, Morgan had no intention of telling any of the other Shepherds what her sister had done, at least not anymore.
      Eventually, her own pulsing flood had no more reserves left, and the pee stopped gushing. It trickled for a short time afterwards, but it wasn't long before it was nothing more than stray drops. "Wow, that's a lot," she gasped out as she pulled her shorts back up. It wasn't an impossible amount, but it was a lot more than she usually managed before finding a bush out on the field. But at least plants had leaves she could use to wipe, not that it would matter right now, with her underwear drenched enough to ensure she'd stay wet.
      Either way, it didn't bother her, she'd survive long enough to change out of the wet clothes. Given everything that could have gone horribly wrong, she could live with the mild discomfort if it meant she hadn't humiliated herself in front of a swarm of people she didn't know, or worse yet, people she did. Family could pull her through what would otherwise be a mortifying situation, and probably was for her sister. Once she ran out and the three began walking back, she made that sympathy known. "I'm sorry for the way I acted. I was angry, but that's no excuse. I promise, I'll make sure to help you better next time this happens."
      Nah sighed in her own frustration, but it didn't sound angry. "Don't phrase it like that, like you know it's going to happen again. It won't if I have any say in it. Listen, I'm not lastingly mad at you, I don't think I could be. Too many memories of what we've been through, what you've done for me."
      That one statement, nice as it may have been, made Morgan feel worse than anything earlier. "All the things I can't remember..."
      And touching that sore spot made Nah feel awful too. "Well, that's why this moment is important. I'm more than happy to make new memories with you." It was something she'd said before, and she truly believed it, but this was the first time she realized everything that came with that declaration, and her smile fell into fear. "You're going to remember this forever, aren't you?"
      "Yes! I don't remember a lot of things you've done, I need something to tease you with!" Morgan laughed, Nah whined, Robin didn't hear the whole conversation but something about the tone made him sigh, that was the essence of the family dynamic. It may have been a horrible experience, but someday, it'd be a funny memory. It just might be a very long time from now. Two manakete sisters could outlive that.
    • By Pain in Misused Authority
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      “Did you want to see me, Stacey?” Brandon asked as he peeped in through the slightly open office door.
      “Yes Brandon, come in .. I’ve been waiting for you…” Stacey replied with a smile. He walked in and she pointed him to take a seat .
      She poured him a glass of water from the jug kept on her table.
      Although Brandon wasn’t thirsty , he readily accepted her offering. He couldn’t refuse his boss anyway, could he?
      Placing the now empty glass back on the table , Brandon waited for Stacey to tell why she had called him in .
       
      In her early thirties , Stacey McGregor was the General Manager of the Mathew & Smith Accounting firm. It was obvious that everyone tried to be in her good books, unless they wanted to get fired. She was ambitious and passionate for her work but off late, her attention had been wavering off towards Brandon.
       
      It was not as if Stacey liked him or anything, but she found him cute and that was enough for her motives to go wrong.
       
      “As I’ve come to know Brandon, your performance at work has been steadily declining, is there any specific reason behind it?” she asked with a low but stern voice ,enough to let Brandon know that he was in trouble.
       
      “Is it ? B-But I’ve met all the targets on time… “ Brandon exclaimed , sitting in a more upright and attentive posture now. He was shocked at what he was listening to. How was that even possible? He had been working his ass off to get a promotion that was actually due for more than an year now. It was technically impossible for his performance to have gone down! If anything , then it should have gone up!
       
      “Well that is what I’ve observed and even heard from others…you know Brandon, we can’t afford to have lazy asses working for us…” she said. Brandon could make out where this was going.
       
      “I am telling you Stacey, there must have been some mistake… “ Brandon said, he was at a complete loss of words for something so unexpected. He just didn’t know how to react!
       
      “Well I am sorry Brandon, but we may have to let you go if that’s the case…” Stacey said, looking straight at him. She knew he was terrified and that was all she wanted.
       
      “No please you can’t do this to me...Stacey…I’ve been working here for 5 years now…you can’t just ask me to leave like that…” Brandon blabbered out, his heart beat reaching a crescendo. He was sure he was gonna die any moment.
       
      “There isn’t much I can do to help you… we only want people who are willing to give it their all, you know….” Stacey said, pressing her lips together , a sign that she felt sorry for him.
       
      “I am willing to give it my all Stacey! Just tell me what you want me to do!” Brandon wailed. Stacey had him where she wanted, this was her chance.
       
      “Well not much… I just want you to put off going to the toilet, until I give you the permission to do so..” she said, with a slight smile as she played with a pen.
       
      “What?” Brandon asked, taken aback by such an absurd demand.
       
      “…only if you wish to keep your job.” Stacey completed her sentence, raising her eyebrows in a way that told that she had the power to make or break his career.
      Brandon felt a chill running down his body. He wanted Stacey to know that he thought what a huge creep she was, but he couldn’t. He wanted his job and he wanted it bad.
       
      “Well isn’t there something else I can do for you?” he asked, trying to bring the deal to a more negotiable situation. In fact he was ready to sleep with her if she wanted to, after all Stacey was one of the hottest female employees that their company could boast of.
      But Stacey was adamant , it didn’t look like she was gonna budge.
       
      “I don’t think you want to work here , but my offer is still open, take it or leave it…” she smirked.
      Brandon understood he had no way out.His only way was to give into her demand.
       
      “Well fine…I’ll do as you say..” he sighed as he looked down to his lap. He couldn’t believe what he was getting into.
       
      “That’s like a good boy…” Stacey said, her smile much wider than before as she poured another glass of water for him.
      Brandon reluctantly looked at the glass full of water for a moment as Stacey held it towards him. He didn’t want to drink it but he had no choice.
      He took it from her and downed the entire contents at one go and placed the glass back on the table.
       
      “Now...can I go back to work?” he asked, trying to keep his tone as humble as possible.
       
      “Not so fast honey...I want you to have troubles…” Stacey grinned, pouring more water into the glass.
       
      “Oh my God!” Brandon gasped under his breathe , how much was she gonna make him drink?
      This went on until the entire jug ran empty . Brandon’s stomach started feeling bloated with all the water he had just consumed. He felt uncomfortable but didn’t complain.
       
      “Now...you can go back to your desk ..”, Stacey ordered, “…but remember, I am watching you, no toilets…” she smirked, waving her index finger.
      He was so angry at her but it wasn’t like he could do anything about it.
       
      Brandon’s desk was clearly visible to Stacey through the glass wall of her office cabin and there was no way for him to sneak off to the toilets without being noticed.
       
      At his desk, Brandon checked his watch, it was 1:30 in the noon. This meant he still had 5 hours to go before he could leave for his home.
       
      Puzzled at what to do, he looked at Stacey’s cabin to find her keeping an eye on him. She wouldn’t let him go while he was in the office and there was no possible way he could hold his pee for the next five hours considering the amount he had drank.
      Nevertheless Brandon got back to his work.
       
      20 minutes into it, he started to feel slight twinges within his bladder. He didn’t want to know if Stacey was still looking at him. He felt, so vulnerable.
      Soon the lunch time ensued and Brandon’s need to pee had reached a new height by then.
       
      A peon walked up to him to inform that Stacey had called him to her cabin.
       
      “Again?!” he barked to himself. He was growing increasingly frustrated by her actions.
       
      “Yes?” he asked as he walked into her office.
       
      “Have a seat Brandon, I thought we could have lunch together…what should I order for you? Do you like Chinese?” Stacey asked ,as she picked up her phone to place an order.
       
      “No thanks, I’m not hungry..” he replied in a tone that conveyed annoyance.
       
      “Well good for you… I just wanted to check on you, if you are doing fine or not?” she asked, “I guess you have to use the toilets..?” , she smiled, coming straight to the point.
       
      “Yes I do…”
       
      “Good… I like where this is going…” Stacey said, giving a look to Brandon.
      He wanted to tell her what a bitch she was for making him hold but he couldn’t.
      Stacey asked Brandon to stay in her cabin till the lunch got over so she could closely observe his growing discomfort and desperation.
       
      She ordered food for the both of them so that they could engage themselves with something while Brandon was in there . By the time the hour long lunch break came to an end, Brandon could feel a considerable amount of urine sitting in his bladder.
       
      He stood up to leave but stopped on his way out when he heard Stacey’s voice.
       
      “Well, a while has passed since you drank all that water…and soon ,you’re about to have to pee really, really badly!” she laughed.
       
      He knew she was right, at this rate his bladder was gonna be full very soon.
       
      As he shuffled through some papers on his desk, Brandon could feel his need to pee intensifying rapidly. The waistband of his pants was starting to cut into his protruding abdomen.
       
      He was trying hard not to think about his ever mounting need but it wasn’t that easy. He tried to focus all his attention on his work as his bladder continued to fill and swell.
       
      Brandon was now finding it difficult to sit still, he couldn’t help but squirm in his seat from time to time.
       
      He pressed his legs together and continued to work, hoping all this would end somehow.
       
      For a moment he thought of quitting his job, just so he could use the toilets, but then erased the idea from his mind. He knew it wouldn’t be easy to find another high paying job like this in such a poor economy.
       
      Just then his phone bleeped, it was a message, from Stacey. It read –
      “I know, you’ re feeling it.. J”
       
      It was like his head was hit by a rod.She was right. Brandon had gone from bad to worse since he had last spoken to her.
      He looked towards her cabin and as expected, found her staring at him. Didn’t she have something better to do?
      Brandon ignored Stacey and continued with his work.
       
      He had a report to submit today and he seriously didn’t have time for her stupid games.
       
      He tried to suppress the pressure that was building up in his bladder but he knew it was no use. However hard he fought , Brandon just couldn’t take his mind off his need to pee.
       
      Another bleeping sound from his phone informed Brandon that he had a message , it was Stacey, again.
      “On a scale from 1 to 10 ,how bad do you need to go?”
       
      It didn’t look like this woman was gonna leave him alone anytime soon. With irritation wrecking his brain, Brandon texted back –
      “Around 5…”
       
      He carelessly flung his phone on the table and turned to look at Stacey’s cabin. She was smiling at him.
       
      Brandon had never imagined that someone could ever manipulate him like this. What would Stacey get by doing this to him?
       
      It was around 4 o’clock, when Brandon’s body seriously started to make its need felt. He had to end this torture or else there was no possible way for him to keep working without being distracted by his need to pee.
       
      He entered her cabin , not bothering to knock the door first.
       
      “May I go to the bathroom now?” he asked right away in a demanding voice.
       
      “No …not yet… I want to watch you squirm and dance, trying not to wet your pants” ,Stacey replied after a pause as she looked up from the stash of papers she was working upon.
       
      “Huh…” Brandon shrugged in repulsion, slightly rubbing his thighs together.
      He was starting to sweat. He knew Stacey liked to assert her power over her employees, but surely this was taking it a bit far. She not only wanted to restrict his access to the bathroom, but she wanted to...watch?
       
      Deeply uncomfortable, Brandon glanced back toward his desk. "Um, I have some work I should finish before the end of the day..."
       
      Stacey paused slightly, but didn't lift her eyes from the papers in front of her. "Oh, no," she purred. "I think you've done enough...work for today." The edges up her lips curled upward. "Why don't you just relax in my office for awhile?"
       
      Brandon inhaled sharply. He'd agreed to Stacey's original restrictions, and he'd drunk the water, but he'd been sure she just wanted to toy with him. Now, her motives seemed far more predatory, and he was incredibly nervous.
       
      "Have a seat, Brandon," Stacey ordered breezily, waving her hand toward one of the dark purple, avant-garde chairs in front of her desk.
       
      Delicately, Brandon obeyed. A spasm crossed his bladder, and he squeezed his thighs together, bending forward slightly.
       
      Stacey raised her head, her eyes gleaming with delight. "And where would you say you are now, on that one to ten scale?"
       
      Panting quietly, Brandon stared at his boss. "An eight," he muttered. "Maybe a nine."
       
      "Goooooooood," Stacey drawled. "You're well on your way to working yourself back into my...good graces."
       
      Brandon's breaths were shallow. He was clenching his muscles tightly, wondering wildly how far Stacey was going to take this. He needed this job, and, other than Stacey, he really liked working in accounting. In the current job market in his town, he couldn't afford to be fired.
       
      Another hour passed, and Brandon couldn't stop squirming. His bladder pressed fiercely against his belt, and drops of sweat rolled steadily down his back. He couldn't remember the last time he'd held it this long, and he wasn't sure how much longer he'd make it.
       
      His bladder pulsed harder than ever, and he reflexively grabbed his crotch, gripping tightly, but not before a small leak escaped.
       
      Stacey's head snapped up, and she sucked in an eager breath, breaking the unnerving silence she'd maintained for the past hour. "Something wrong, Brandon?"
       
      "P-please, Stacey," Brandon breathed. "I'm at my limit. Can I please use the restroom?"
       
      Rising gracefully from her seat, Stacey walked around her desk and laid her hand lightly on Brandon's shoulder. Without saying a word, she walked out onto the office floor.
       
      "Listen up, everyone!" she called to her workers. The office immediately went silent, every eye on the feared boss. "You've all worked exceptionally hard this week. I think you deserve to start your weekends a bit early. Everyone is excused, immediately."
       
      After one stunned moment, Brandon's coworkers started to leave in a flurry of activity. They were used to working until 6 or 7, at least, on Fridays, and they all wanted to take advantage of the boss's unprecedented generosity before she changed her mind.
       
      With her chin raised in satisfaction, Stacey turned on her heel and strolled back through her office cabin door.
       
      Still sweating and holding himself, Brandon looked up at her expectantly. "Does th-this mean I can leave?"
       
      Stacey stared at him, tilting her head slightly. Then, without saying a word, she reached behind her and shut her cabin door with a resounding click.
       
      Brandon's eyes widened in panic. "S-stacey, please!" he panted. "I'm going to have an accident!"
       
      Stacey's chest swelled as she drew in an unnaturally large breath. "Why, Brandon," she giggled, "What exactly did you think was the purpose of this whole exercise?"
       
      She turned and sat on the front edge of desk, now gazing at Brandon with naked anticipation.
       
      Heart beating frantically, Brandon stared incredulously at his boss. There's no way she was actually going to make him wet himself, was there? His thoughts raced. This had to be illegal. How could she do this? Why him? Had she done this to other employees?
       
      His thoughts were interrupted by another strong pulse from his bladder, sending a slightly larger leak into his pants. Brandon gasped and tightened his grip, looking down at his crotch. He thought he could see a tiny wet patch under his hand.
       
      "Yeeeees," Stacey hissed, staring intently. She unhooked the top two buttons of her blouse, exposing her black, lacy bra. She licked her lips, looking for all the world like some sort of alien-lizard woman. Brandon half expected to see a scaly tail flick out from under her skirt.
       
      He looked around wildly. This had gone too far, and the predatory look in Stacey's eyes was starting to scare him. Giving his dick a preparatory squeeze, he stood up from the uncomfortable chair.
       
      "That's enough, Stacey," he declared, trying to keep his voice from shaking. "I'm leaving."
       
      Stacey rose quickly from her perch on the desk, nearly eye-to-eye with Brandon in her 5-inch spike heels. Her EYES FLASHEDarrow-10x10.png dangerously, and her voice was icy when she spoke. "You take one step toward that door and you're fired."
       
      Brandon's shoulders slumped, and he felt another spurt escape. "Y-you can't..." he stammered.
       
      Smirking, Stacey straightened her shoulders. "Can't what?" she snapped. "I'm the boss. You report to me. Besides," she continued, looking far too pleased with herself for Brandon's liking. "Who would believe you anyway?"
       
      Another leak squirted into Brandon's pants; the damp patch was now visible beyond his clutching fist. He whined softly, hunching over.
       
      "That's it," Stacey purred, her breasts heaving as she leaned back onto her desk.
       
      Brandon knew he had only seconds left. He couldn't believe this was happening, that his boss was actually going to force him to choose between keeping his job and wetting himself in front of her. His eyes began to well up with fear and anger. He opened his mouth to beg Stacey to let him leave.
       
      Before he could get a single word out, a sharp pain knifed through his lower abdomen. Gasping in pain, Brandon released his grasp on his dick and dropped to one knee, clutching the back of the purple chair to keep from falling over completely.
       
      Before his knee even hit the ground, urine burst out of him, flowing down his legs and expanding the stain on his pants at an alarming rate, cascading over the wrinkles left by his tight grip. The stain spread in all directions as the fabric of his pants couldn't keep up with the forceful gush of liquid.
       
      "Yes!" Stacey moaned, watching fixedly. She reached under her skirt, fingers working furiously as she stared at the man kneeling in front of her, having an accident.
       
      Brandon breathed heavily, his mind swimming, Red spots floated in front of his eyes as he wet uncontrollably through his gray slacks. Urine started to pool around his knee, soaking slowly into the thin, industrial carpet.
       
      Stacey's moans escalated into shrieks as she brought herself to climax as Brandon finally finished peeing. She slumped back on the desk, eyes closed and panting hard.
       
      Blinking tears out of his eyes, Brandon kept his head down, angry and humiliated. He couldn't bear to stay in that office another second, but fear of losing his job made him hesitant to move.
       
      After nearly a minute, Stacey's breaths finally evened out, and she lazily opened her eyes, cheeks flushed with pleasure. "Well done, Mr. Charles," she whispered. "I think I'll let you keep your job." With a close-lipped grin, she reached out and placed one finger under Brandon's chin, raising his face to meet hers. "You may go."
       
      Wrenching his head to the side, Brandon rose to his feet and bolted from the office. He could barely spare a thought to be grateful for the absence of his coworkers as he stumbled toward the parking garage, not even breaking stride as he passed his desk and snatched up his keys and briefcase.
       
      In his car, Brandon finally paused, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, gulping in great breaths of air. He felt sick, violated. His soaked trousers pressed heavily against his groin and thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened. He choked back a sob and started the car.
       
      Brandon stumbled through the door to his apartment, dropped his briefcase on the floor, and flung his coat at the coat rack. Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he turned the corner to head through the kitchen and back to the bedroom to change.
       
      "Surprise!"
       
      Brandon stopped cold and stared stupidly at Vanessa, his girlfriend of 4 years, standing in front of the stove with her arms outstretched in glee.
       
      The soft hum of the oven fan was the only sound as Brandon and Vanessa stared at each other, frozen. Vanessa's eager smile faded quickly as she watched Brandon's stunned reaction to her surprise; her face fell even further as her eyes traveled downward to the huge, wet stain on the front of his pants.
       
      After several shocked seconds, they both began talking at once.
       
      "What are you doing here?"
       
      "Bran, what happened?"
       
      "You're supposed to be in New York..."
       
      "Honey, are you sick?"
       
      "You flight isn't scheduled until tomorrow..."
       
      "Babe, what happened?"
       
      "Vanessa!"
       
      Hearing the fear and urgency in her boyfriend's voice, Vanessa bit back her questions momentarily. Drawing in a steadying breath, she responded cautiously, "I finished early and moved up my flight. I wanted to surprise you," she added, suddenly abashed at her spur-of-the-moment plan.
       
      Brandon exhaled slowly, closing his eyes. Of course there was no way to hide his accident from Vanessa. He'd have to explain it to her, even though he'd honestly been planning on trying never to think about it again.
       
      Hesitantly, Vanessa took a step toward Brandon. "Bran," she started softly. "Are you OK?"
       
      Sighing, Brandon clenched and unclenched his fists. He turned his head to the side, staring at the baseboards under the cupboards. Vanessa waited patiently, knowing better than to push him.
       
      Finally, haltingly, Brandon started talking, telling Vanessa the whole story: being called into Stacey's cabin, being accused of falling behind at work, the many glasses of water, the texts, the final threat.
       
      At that point, Brandon's voice cracked. "Ness, what could I do? We need that job!" He swallowed thickly. "I couldn't hold it. I tried, but I just couldn't help it. It started coming out, and I fell, and I had an ac-accident and she just s-sat there, watching and loving every second!"
       
      Vanessa closed the gap between then, grabbing Brandon's hands.
       
      "It was awful," Brandon choked. "How can I go back there? She knows she owns me now! She could make me do it again!" WIth a whimper, he leaned his forehead against Vanessa's. "But I can't quit..."
       
      "Bran..." Vanessa whispered, her eyes filling with sympathetic tears. "Yes, you can."
       
      Grimacing, Brandon shook his head. "There are no other accounting firms in town, and you haven't been able to find work..."
       
      "Babe," Vanessa looked up at the man she loved with a small smile on her face. "I did. I got the job."
       
      Brandon blinked. "What?"
       
      "They offered it to me at the end of the interview. That's why I flew back early - to tell you," Vanessa held Brandon's face in her hands. "We're moving to New York, Bran. You don't have to go back to that woman."
       
      Brandon let out a strangled cry and dropped to his knees for the second time in an hour. Vanessa wrapped her arms around him as he finally started to sob, releasing all the fear, humiliation, and rage of the afternoon. Vanessa held his against her chest, stroking his hair and whispering soothing words.
       
      "I start in two weeks, and they're covering moving costs. There are hundreds of accounting firms in New York, and HR said they'd help you network," Vanessa explained, softly but excitedly, as Brandon cried.
       
      Finally, Brandon's sobs dissolved into sniffles. Vanessa knelt in front of him and gazed into his eyes. "It's going to be OK, Bran."
       
      Brandon wiped his eyes and nodded, acutely aware of the drenched pants still clinging to his legs.
       
      Rising, Vanessa pulled Brandon to his feet. "I still have to finish dinner," she said, squeezing his hands gently. "I wasn't expecting you home for another hour. You go get cleaned up, and then we'll eat."
       
      Smiling slightly for the first time all day, Brandon leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Ness." Then he walked past her and headed into the bedroom, ready to physically and emotionally wash off the horror of the day, knowing that he'd never have to go through it again.
    • By MasterXploder in Fire Emblem One-Shots
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      With thanks to Captain L for editing and OmoCommando for the commissioned artwork
      (Note: So this is a bit tricky. While these characters would be considered underaged in the original Japanese version, the localizations referred to them as adults given they could be married and have children. So I guess it only contains underaged wetting desperation if you believe it does?)
       
      “Sakura?”
      “Hmm?” The soft call of her name and a gentle nudge to the shoulder stirred Princess Sakura of Hoshido into the waking world. Her eyes fluttered open while she slowly sat up from her bed with a moan. She could not see the sun from her room, but knew that it had to be the early morning hours where it was only beginning to peek over the horizon.
      She had expected to see Hana or Subaki, her retainers, when her eyes focused. Instead, she found Princess Elise of Nohr, dressed in her normal outfit and staring back at her with a bright smile. “Oh, Elise!” she gasped, “W-what brings you here so early?”
      “Morning, Sakura,” replied Elise, “Sorry to wake you up so early, but I kinda have a big favor to ask of you.”
      “A favor?” Sakura rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.
      Elise put her hands behind her back in an uncharacteristic display of sheepishness. “Yep. See, I was supposed to go with Midori this morning to find medicinal herbs and plants, but I think one of her nighttime brews must’ve been bad or something, because she’s definitely not feeling well today.”
      “She isn’t?”
      “Yeah, I went into her room a few minutes ago, and let’s just say she isn’t gonna be joining us for the next few meals.”
      “Oh, that sounds awful,” said Sakura, putting a hand to her mouth. “Is there anything I can do to help her?”
      “Azama’s already taking care of her, so she’ll be okay.” Elise frowned. “But we still need to gather those plants, and I’ve never been good at telling them apart on my own. I don’t wanna bring back anything poisonous by accident, or we might have a whole army of Midori’s on our hand.”
      Her mind had not fully awakened, so it took a moment for Elise’s words to sink in. “A-are you asking me to help you find these plants?”
      Elise held her hands up as if in prayer. “Pretty please? Xander would scold me good if I messed this up! I won’t ask you for anything like this ever again, promise!”
      “E-Elise,” Sakura replied, “You don’t have to say anything like that.”
      “Huh? What do you mean?”
      Sakura smiled. “I’d be glad to help out. I’m no Midori, but I should know which plants aren’t p-poisonous at least.”
      Elise threw her arms around Sakura, pulling her into tight hug. “Oh, thank you so much, Sakura! You’re the best!”
      “Th-that’s… what… friends are for…?” Sakura managed to say as her air was squeezed out.
      “Whoops, sorry!” Elise let go at once. “Anyway, we should get going as soon as we can. We need those plants in by the afternoon.”
      “R-right,” Sakura said once she regained her breath. “I’ll get dressed as quickly as I can. Um, c-could you please wait outside for me?”
      “You got it!” said Elise, her twintails bobbing with each step as she skipped towards the door. “Thanks again!” she added as she stepped outside and shut the door.
      Now alone in her room again, Sakura sighed and climbed out of bed, pausing to stretch in her white sleeping robes. It was not the most ideal way she wanted to spend her morning, but she could not complain at all if it meant spending more time with Elise.
      Like the rest of her family, Princess Sakura’s life had become one twist after another. Being reunited with her long-lost sibling was only the start of events she never thought would happen; next came getting involved in a war not against the Nohrians, but allied with them against another kingdom no one had heard of until a few months ago. It was a life of drama and uncertainty, where every day could easily be her last, one very different from her structured and peaceful days in Hoshido.
      But it was not all chaos and tragedy. In what felt like such a short time, Sakura had met so many new faces and made friends with a good number of them. The one friendship she never expected would happen, however, was with a princess of Nohr. Despite hailing from two very different worlds, she and Elise talked, played music, and worked together like lifelong companions. It was a bond Sakura cherished as much as her family bonds; of course she would help out if Elise needed it.
      A few minutes later, Sakura had changed into her normal dress and groomed herself enough for where she was headed. She was certain it would be a fun morning, if a bit dirty.
       
       
      Not far from Corrin’s castle in the astral plane was a forest home to several kinds of plants and fungi, many of which had medicinal properties that proved invaluable to the war effort. It was a regular sight to see the less combat-inclined heroes making trips there, and the realm’s relative safety from invasion meant anyone could go there with little fear of being attacked. This is where Sakura and Elise had spent the last few hours searching for herbs.
      “What about this one?” asked Elise, holding up a set of twisting roots.
      “Let me see.” Sakura leaned in to take a closer look. “Um, this looks l-like one of the poisonous kinds.”
      Elise looked at the root with a frown. “Really? Aw man, I thought I had found a good one for sure.”
      “In fact, I think this may be the same root you showed me a while ago. Three times now, actually.”
      Now Elise looked at the root with raised eyes. “Jeez, maybe I shouldn’t come along for herb-finding anymore.”
      Sakura giggled. “It’s okay. That’s why they make this a two-person job.”
      Elise found herself giggling too. “Well, at least one of us is definitely pulling their weight. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come with me.”
      “Oh, i-it’s nothing.” Sakura blushed and scratched her head at the compliment. “Everybody does so much to help out, it’s only right I t-try to do my share.”
      “I think you’ve definitely done your share today. Just look at how many we found already.” Elise pointed to her horse standing nearby, with two of its saddlebags having roots and stems sticking out from being stuffed full.
      “W-wow,” said Sakura, “I guess I hadn’t been paying attention.” Not when my mind has been… elsewhere, she thought. “Do you think that will be enough for the camp?”
      “It might not be the numbers Midori would pull in, but I’m sure everyone will be happy with what we’ve found.”
      “I sure hope so.” Sakura looked at the bags with a frown.
      “Well, we can keep looking for a while longer if you think it’s not enough.”
      A while longer!? “N-no! I, um, think we’re j-just fine!” blurted Sakura, eyes widened.
      Elise could only blink at first. “Um, okay. Do you have somewhere you have to be later?”
      Realizing her outburst, Sakura glanced away and put her hands together. “Um, y-yes, I do need to go s-somewhere soon. I should’ve said something, but it s-slipped my mind.” It was not exactly a lie, but Sakura still fretted over whether Elise would believe her or not.
      Her answer came when Elise frowned and sighed. “And I was almost starting to enjoy looking for plants, too.”
      It was victory, but it still pained Sakura to see her friend sound disappointed. “I’m sorry, Elise. I r-really enjoy spending time with you, but we both have our d-duties to the war. We can talk again at lunch time, I promise.”
      Elise perked up a little bit. “Alright, lunchtime it is! But first, let’s get these plants back home and see if we can’t make something for Midori.” She then turned to her horse and walked forward, lightly humming while she tossed the poison root to the side.
      Thank goodness we’re finally heading back. Now with no one looking at her, Sakura took up a less relaxed stance, rubbing her legs together and idly placing a hand beneath her stomach while she trailed behind Elise.
      Like she had mentioned earlier, she needed to go somewhere soon, but it was a different kind of going than she had implied. In her haste to get dressed and help out Elise, she had made the decision to forgo a particularly important part of her morning ritual. At first, she had thought nothing of it; she had plenty of experience in holding for long periods of time as princess of a kingdom, a couple hours outside would surely be within her capabilities.
      Her overfilled bladder told her otherwise. She had realized her mistake only an hour into their task, and it had only gotten worse over time. It took every bit of restraint she had to not dance in place like a little kid, and even then, she had to wonder if she would make it back to her personal restroom in time.
      Being out in the woods with just one other person should have made this the easiest problem to deal with, but for Sakura, that path was never an option. Ever since she was a little girl, Sakura had a very tough time letting herself go anywhere but in a bathroom. It was especially a problem on camping trips with her family. The moment anyone even got near her when she was trying would cause her to close up tight enough that no liquid would escape no matter how hard she pushed. Only her mother, the only person she felt truly relaxed around no matter what, could help her calm down enough to get the job done.
      Now that she was more grown and traveling with an army, she had gotten a little more used to the idea of squatting and answering nature’s call in its domain. Unfortunately, her bladder shyness was as persistent as ever; she would often have to slip far away from the others while they were at ease to take care of it, leading to some very close calls on occasion. It was immature and dangerous, but she could not see any other way to handle it.
      “Whew, I feel like going back to bed,” said Elise, pulling Sakura from her focus on her bladder. “This is definitely earlier than I’m used to being up.”
      “Um, m-me too,” said Sakura, “I hope you don’t have too much to do today.”
      “It’s not a whole lot, but I’m gonna be on my feet all day.” Elise sighed wistfully. “That bed is gonna feel so nice later tonight.”
      “I’m sorry to hear that.” Sakura looked back at the horse following behind them. “You should ride your horse the rest of the way back. It’ll help save your strength.”
      “Hee hee, it’s okay. I don’t mind walking side by side with you. Um, and besides…” Although they were alone, Elise leaned towards Sakura and whispered, “It’s hard to ride a horse when you need the little girl’s room.”
      “Y-you do!?” Sakura did not mean to shout, but she was certainly surprised.
      “Y-yeah, I kinda forgot to pay my morning visit to the bathroom.” Elise put one hand behind her head and the other between her legs, which were now pressed together. “Probably should’ve said something, but we were really in the plant-finding zone, and I just forgot again.”
      She just forgot? Yet another thing about Elise that Sakura found strange. “W-well, do you think you can m-make it back to the castle?”
      Elise shrugged. “Probably, though it’s gonna be an uncomfortable walk back.” Her hips wiggled to further emphasize her point.
      It was getting a little too easy for Sakura to relate to Elise’s plight, but she did her best to remain focused. “O-okay, but if it gets to be too much, we can always stop to, um, take care of that.” She was careful with her words not just for politeness, but to keep herself from thinking too much about what “stopping” would entail.
      “You know, I might just take your advice there,” said Elise, eyeing the woods just off the trail. “Oh, alright! Can you watch my horse while I, um, water the grass really quick-”
      “Oh!”
      As if on cue, Sakura’s bladder let off a particularly strong surge of pain. Instinct overpowered her desire for modesty, and she shoved her hands between her tightly-pressed legs, but the damage had been done. A spurt of warmth radiated from her underwear, certainly bigger than just a drop and more than enough to put Sakura in a panic. How was she ever going to make to the castle now?
      “S-Sakura! What’s wrong?”
      And now Elise stood in front of her with a face of pure worry on top of her plight. Never had she been in a desperate situation like this.
      “I… um…” Sakura could not form any words or make eye contact. She had wanted to say that she was fine, but the strain of her predicament was too much.
      With nothing else to go on, Elise’s eyes trailed down to the source of her problems, the hands pressed on her groin and the legs squeezed together. Her panicked look faded into one of realization, the look that Sakura dreaded seeing the most.
      “Sakura,” asked Elise in a soft voice, “Do you… need to use the bathroom too?”
      Sakura could feel tears forming in her eyes. Yet again, her situation had gotten worse; now her best friend knew about her problem and worried over her. If there was an award for the most pathetic princess, she would certainly win it.
      She had to do something to at least quell Elise’s fears, but no words would leave her. All Sakura could do was nod slowly and do her best to not cry.
      “Well, that’s a relief,” said Elise, returning to her smile. “I was worried it was something serious there. Come on, we’ll take a quick potty break together and be back on our way.”
      “T-Together!?” exclaimed Sakura.
      Elise raised an eyebrow. “Why not? It’s just the two of us, and we can hide behind different bushes or something if you want.”
      Sakura turned away a little from her friend. “I… but, I can’t…”
      “What do you mean you can’t?” Elise asked, but before Sakura could attempt a response, her eyelids opened up in realization again. “Sakura… do you have trouble going around others?”
      The last of her secrets were finally laid bare. A tear ran down Sakura’s cheek while she nodded again, unable to lie even in the best of times.
      Not that she had expected Elise to judge or mock her for it, but Sakura still felt a little better when all Elise did was gently rest her hand on Sakura’s wrist. “Can I share a secret with you?” she asked.
      “A s-secret?”
      Elise nodded. “When I was little, I never wanted to go anywhere but my own bathroom, just like you. In fact, we went camping one night, and I actually had an accident because I wasn’t brave enough to tinkle outside.”
      “You… you did?” Sakura could not begin to imagine the cheerful and brave girl standing before her wetting herself like a toddler.
      A blush grew on Elise’s cheeks. “Y-yeah, but then my big sis Camilla taught me some tricks on how to make yourself go anywhere, even around other people. I haven’t had an accident since then.”
      Sakura did not need to hear what Elise had to say next. “I… I don’t know if they would w-work on me.”
      “Please, Sakura?” Elise put on a pair of puppy-dog eyes. “You looked like you were in pain just now, and I don’t want you to end up hurting yourself.”
      There it was, the one thing Sakura couldn’t stand the most: other people worrying for her sake. Still, even with Elise’s friendly offer, she was filled with doubt. Tricks to make her go anywhere? It sounded too good to be true, and even if it wasn’t, it would mean she’d probably have to do it right next to Elise. The thought alone made her urethra clamp up tighter than she could have managed on her own.
      Then again, what did she have to lose now? Elise had just witnessed her nearly lose control, and then figured out her embarrassing secret. Even if Elise never said a word, somewhere down the line, someone else would find out, then more still unless she did something about it now. Besides, they were in the middle of a war, and things would only get more dangerous from here. The sooner she attempted to learn how to do this, the less of a burden she would be to the rest of the army.
      Sakura took a breath and closed her eyes before respond. “Okay, I’ll d-do it.”
      “You will? Great!” said Elise. “Can you walk, or do you just want to do it here?”
      At that point, Sakura noticed that the the painful pulse that had rocked her body had died away, allowing her to relax her legs a little. Though it was just the two of them, she was certainly not about to do it on a trail where they could be easily spotted. “L-Let’s go behind a tree.”
      Giving a nod, Elise tugged on Sakura’s wrist and stepped forward, pulling the pink-headed princess with her. They walked only a little ways off the path and behind a set of trees and bushes before coming to a stop.
      “Is this a good spot?” asked Elise, letting go of Sakura’s wrist.
      “Um, yes,” replied Sakura. As good as I could hope for out here, at least.
      “Okay, then let’s get started right away. First step: Take off your undies!”
      What courage Sakura had mustered turned right back into panic. “T-take them… off!?” she stammered.
      “Of course. You can’t tinkle with them still on, you know,” said Elise like it was the simplest thing in the world.
      “B-but… off?” Sakura gulped. “As in… all the way off?”
      “Yep! If you wanna learn how to go near others, you gotta commit to it.” Elise turned around and reached her hands underneath her dress. “I’m gonna take mine off too, just to be fair. Now hurry before your bladder gets started without us.”
      Not wanting to watch her friend undress like a peeping tom, Sakura turned around and twiddled her thumbs. Did she really have to remove her underwear entirely? It seemed so improper and embarrassing to do something like that in the open. Still, she would have to expose herself to answer nature’s call anyway, and if Elise could do it without thinking twice, then maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. If it was the only way, then she would do whatever it took.
      Putting her determined face back on, Sakura’s hands hooked underneath her red skirt and grabbed her underwear on both sides. She paused to take a breath, then slowly but surely tugged downwards, the edges peeling off her thighs before pulling the rest of the garment with it. Soon, her cherry-red panties had gone below her skirt, the only thing amiss being the wet patch at the bottom.
      Halfway there now, Sakura kept pulling down, having to put a little more effort into getting it past her socks and sandals. Once past her knees, she raised one foot up and through the hole, then did the same with the other so as not to get them dirty. She would still have to wear them once this was over, after all.
      Sakura held her underwear up in front of her. She could hardly believe it, but she was now bottomless out in the open. The sensation of her skirt touching bare skin and the open air gently caressing her sensitive places made her feel like fainting from embarrassment, but it also made her need to go more apparent than ever.
      “Um, they’re off n-now,” she called out.
      “They are? Good job!” said Elise behind her. “Could you hand them to me now?”
      “B-but why?” Sakura turned around, doing her best to keep eye contact and not glance downward.
      “It’s for safekeeping. You’ll get them right back once we’re done here, I promise.” Elise held out her free hand while her other hand held her frilly black bloomers. How she was able to pull them past her boots so quickly, Sakura was not about to ask.
      “O-okay. Here you go,” said Sakura as she placed them in Elise’s hand.
      “Thanks!” Turning around, Elise carefully hung both panties on a nearby tree branch. Sakura worried that she would have made a comment on the wet patch, but it never came.
      “S-so, what do we do n-next?” asked Sakura, now back to fidgeting and playing with her skirt.
      Elise first answered by putting her own hands on her skirt and turning a little to the side. “Next step is to get into place, so pull up your skirt and squat down.”
      Sakura averted her eyes as Elise did just that. How her friend could be so brazen with this was something she could never understand. Rather than joining her right away, Sakura stared off at nothing in particular while keeping a death grip on her dress.
      “What’s wrong?” asked Elise, “You’re not thinking about trying it standing up, are you?”
      “N-n-no!” Sakura shook her head. “I-I just… c-can you promise me y-you won’t look when I…”
      “I can close my eyes if you want.”
      “T-thank you,” said Sakura.
      Accepting that was as good as she would get for privacy, Sakura lifted her skirt and crouched into a squat, her bottom hovering less than a foot from the ground with her legs spread shoulder-width apart. She was fully exposed now, with nothing to block anyone from getting a good view of down there, but she trusted Elise to not peek, and it would ensure her legs and feet would not get wet in the process.
      Here she was, in the best time and place for her to pee given her situation. But just as she expected, the waves of urine that were threatening to spill out of her mere moments ago no longer could, like an invisible seal had been placed around her bladder.
      “Okay, I’m here. What do I do now?” she asked, glancing towards Elise. As promised, her eyes were closed, giving Sakura a little reason to relax. She repaid her friend by doing her best to not look downward herself.
      “The key to letting it go is to relax,” said Elise, “Don’t force it out, just let it come out on its own.”
      Relaxing with her unmentionables visible to the whole world with the intention of urinating? It seemed more impossible than winning the war all by herself. “And h-how do I r-relax?” she asked.
      “You do meditation, right?”
      “Y-yes, I do.”
      “It’s kind of like that. Just close your eyes and take some slow, deep breaths through your nose.”
      “O-okay. I’ll try.” Sakura let her eyes fall shut and took in a long breath.
      “Just like that,” she heard Elise say, “Breathe in… and out again. Clear your mind, and focus only on your breathing and senses.”
      Clear my mind? wondered Sakura. Was that even possible for her right now? Sure, it was an easy feat to achieve for her during her regular meditation, but the circumstances here were far different, the biggest one being her lack of underwear. Still, she had to give it her best shot, for the alternative was unacceptable.
      And so, Sakura kept up her slow breathing and tried her hardest to focus only on what her senses told her. Birds chirping and tree branches swaying back and forth. The smell of leaves and earth from pulling up plants. The light breeze blowing across her face and tickling her- Eep! Maybe not think about that.
      Despite that interrupting thought, Sakura had to admit the meditating was helping. Her heart no longer pounded in her chest from embarrassment and worry, and she was actually getting a little used to her position, her tired leg muscles and revealing squat notwithstanding.
      But even in this relaxed state, Sakura had still not managed to let out a single drop of pee. The worry slowly crept back into her mind, along with a bit of frustration. It felt so close to making its way out, but those subconscious fears were not giving up. All it would probably take was a little something more to break that last barrier and get the flow going.
      But what would that something be? Her first thought was maybe if she heard or saw someone else peeing, it would encourage her to do the same. Curiously, she had not heard Elise relieving herself, so it was something to try. Unfortunately, past experience told her that would not work; back when they were kids, not even watching Hinoka pull her underwear down and tinkle like it was no big deal would help her do the same.
      If only her mother were here to help her. There was just something about her presence that made Sakura feel like she could be brave enough to do something like that. Her soothing voice, her gentle smile, the warmth of her hand…
      Sakura opened her eyes, now knowing what was missing. Would Elise be okay with something like that, though? It was such a personal thing to ask her, yet she felt that if anything was going to make her finally go, it would be this.
      “Um, E-Elise?” she asked.
      Elise turned towards her, still keeping her eyes shut. “Yes?”
      “I, um, w-would, er, I mean…” it was a hard thing to conceive for her, let alone say.
      Sakura felt a gloved hand feeling around her leg until it rested on her knee. “It’s okay, Sakura. You can just say it, I know you can.”
      Those words were all she needed to hear. Taking a breath to steel herself, Sakura finally let them leave her lips.
      “C-can we… hold h-hands?”
      She wanted to bury her head in her hands and shrink away, pretending that she had not just said that. But that was not what a princess was supposed to do. She had to own up to what she said, no matter what happened next.
      “Sure thing, Sakura.”
      Not that she would not have been either way, but Sakura could not help but be shocked. Elise accepted her request, no questions asked?  Never would she have believed that to happen, yet there was Elise lifting her hand and holding it in the air for her. She could almost believe it to be a dream if not for the pain in her legs and bladder. Whether it was a dream or not, Sakura knew she could not back out now; it was her only hope.
      At a snail’s pace, Sakura lifted a hand from her skirt and towards Elise’s. She had expected the gloved hand to retract like it had touched something hot when she first made contact, but it stayed right where it was. Just like how she did it with her mother, Sakura’s fingers intertwined with Elise’s until they rested on the back of Elise’s hand.
      In just a few seconds, the temperature on Sakura’s cheeks grew even higher. She was holding Elise’s hand! Yes, it was underneath a thick glove, but the effect was just the same. Never had she done this with anyone outside her family, not even her retainers.
      It was almost too much for her to take, the thoughts and emotions now whirling through her mind. And yet, amidst all the chaos was a calm center, not unlike the eye of a storm. It came from the sense of relaxation and safety she felt from holding another person’s hand back when she was just a little girl. Pleasant memories of meeting new friends, walking through a park, or simply relaxing in a garden with her family, rose up and lifted the fog of fear inside her.
      The feeling that Elise really was there to help her fully sunk in, and a lot of things did not matter to Sakura anymore. Not her nudity, embarrassment, or shyness. She felt like she could do anything with Elise by her side, maybe even...
      “Hah!?”
      Sakura squeezed Elise’s hand. Her nether regions grew wet and warm as a spurt leaked out of her and onto the ground, the leak ending as quickly as it began. It had happened; she had managed to pee next to another person. It was only just a little, but that was further than she had ever gotten before with anyone aside from her mother.
      Her once-peaceful mind now ran wild with thoughts and questions. Was the barrier finally broken? Had Elise’s techniques actually worked, or was it simply because her bladder could not hold it any longer? Would she actually keep peeing, or would this be all that she can manage?
      Her answer came only a few seconds later. This time, it didn’t catch her by surprise; Sakura could feel the subtle contractions of something moving through her down there. Sure enough, another dribble of urine soon escaped from her, making a soft but noticeable pitter-patter as it landed on the ground. It also ended after less than a second, but now Sakura could feel even more on the way, and it would probably not stop.
      “E-Elise…” whispered Sakura.
      “What is it?” asked Elise.
      “I… I’m g-going to…”
      “Just let it happen, Sakura. You’ve earned it.”
      Elise was right, she realized. She had come so far already, and there was no stopping it regardless. The only thing she could do was sit and wait for it to happen. Sakura then closed her eyes and allowed to let it come on its own.
      And then, it finally happened. It began as a soft dribble, some of trailing down Sakura’s privates and dripping onto the ground, but most pushing out through the air before it landed a small ways from her. Sakura squeaked at the first bit of the golden liquid leaving her, the last bit of restraint in her subconscious mind begging her to stop it and wait for a bathroom. However, the more it came out, the more she got used to it, and the further her muscles relaxed, allowing the pee stream to grow stronger and relax her further.
      I.. I’m doing it, thought Sakura. I’m… relieving myself with someone else. What had been unthinkable mere minutes ago was now reality, yet Sakura did not feel the least bit mortified or shameful about it. A bit embarrassed, sure, but it was nothing that no one in the world did not have to go through at some point in their lives. Aside from this, she could not deny the relaxing and pleasing sensations now radiating from her groin, replacing the awful fullness that had been the source of so much worry in her life.
      Despite her proper upbringing, the shy and modest Sakura could not resist a moan of pleasure, her only restraint coming from keeping her mouth closed. Preserving her pure image was the last thing on her mind at this moment. For the first time since her mother, she had found someone she could let herself go with, and the feeling could only be described as sheer bliss.
      At least, for a little while. As the high of relief tapered off, the logical parts of Sakura’s mind returned to her. She had been peeing for quite a while, and yet had not checked her stream for the sake of hygiene and good aim. As embarrassing as it was, she had to take at least one look.
      Fluttering her eyes open, Sakura soon discovered she did not have to look straight down to see nature in action. A powerful stream of gold shot out strong enough to produce a hiss from down there. It landed a good distance from her legs, already creating quite the impressive puddle with a strong smell to boot, the sound of liquid hitting hard ground gradually changing as it grew muddier.
      Oh… oh my. All that was inside me? Sakura thought as she could only stare at her stream. She knew for some time that her bathroom visits could get rather noisy and lengthy, but actually seeing it for herself was still quite the surprise. Maybe it was for the best that she didn’t join the rest of the army for their pee breaks. Surely, no one else could make a volume like this.
      She was immediately proven wrong. Out the corner of her eye, Sakura spotted a second stream of pee landing not far from hers, just as powerful, golden, and robust as her own. It was quickly followed by a new hissing noise and a happy “hahhh” from next to her, adding to a symphony Sakura thought was too noisy already.
      Eep! Sakura averted her eyes to the corner. Watching herself go was one thing, but Elise had promised to not look at her peeing. It was only right that she didn’t look either, not that she wanted to see it in the first place.
      Warning: Picture Contains Nudity


      Even though she had expected a lengthy relief, Sakura was still surprised and a bit bashful with how long her pee took. It had to have been about a minute since it started, yet her stream felt and sounded no weaker than when it hit full strength. From the sound of things, Elise was not having a mere tinkle, either, for the hissing was as strong as ever, and she continued to let out little noises of satisfaction at her emptying bladder. Not that Sakura could blame her; she could not resist the occasional whimper or hum herself, in spite of the growing awkwardness.
      But every beginning has its end, and Sakura’s trail of urine started its decline before too long. Soon, it was little more than a light trickle with a weak trail running down her groin, and then just a few drops, her pee effectively finished. Elise’s pee faded out around the same time as well, the words “much better” breathlessly leaving her lips as it came to a stop. It was a bit embarrassing for Sakura to find out how much more urine she could store than her friend. Then again, maybe Elise wasn’t as bursting to go as she was.
      Whatever the case, she had other things to worry about, first and foremost finding something to clean herself with up. As fate would have it, right next to her foot was a set of fallen leaves Sakura knew from experience to be safe. Letting go of Elise’s hand, she grabbed them and held a couple in front of her friend.
      “H-here you go,” said Sakura.
      “Huh?” Elise opened her eyes. “Oh, thanks, Sakura!”
      Only the sound of ruffling could be heard as the girls went about getting clean. The leaves were not the most comfortable, but they got the job done, and were soon discarded on the ground. They stood up afterwards, letting their skirts fall and giving them some modesty again.
      “I don’t know about you, but I feel a lot better after that,” said Elise, staring at the massive puddle before them.
      Sakura found herself fidgeting with her skirt again. “Um, m-may I have my s-smallclothes back, please?”
      “Oh, right! Almost forgot.” Elise walked over and grabbed their underwear from the branch, then returned Sakura’s panties to her.
      “Th-thank you.” They slipped them back on, Sakura noting that the wetness on the crotch had dried to a light damp feeling. She would still change into a new pair back home, but at last she wouldn’t be bottomless anymore.
      And with that, she realized, it was over. Sakura had just peed outside with another person, something she thought was simply impossible a few minutes ago.
      “So, how do you feel?” asked Elise.
      “Um, I don’t know,” replied Sakura.
      “Hee hee, it’s okay. I felt the same way my first time, too. It gets easier the more you do it, though.”
      “I hope so.” Sakura put on a small smile, hands together on her skirt. “But, thank you so much for h-helping me do that. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”
      Elise rubbed the back of her head. “Aw, it was nothing. All I did was tell you how to do it. The rest of it came from inside you, Sakura. Literally even, hee hee!”
      “Still, I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you.”
      At this, Elise put a finger to her chin. “Well, there is one thing you can do.”
      “What is it?” asked Sakura.
      The blush on Elise’s face returned. “Well, I said I haven’t had any accidents since I learned Camilla’s tricks, but sometimes it’s still hard for me to go around others, especially with the rest of the camp.”
      Yet another surprising revelation from her best friend. “B-but what can I do to help with that?” she asked.
      It took a few seconds for Elise to respond. “Whenever the army goes on potty break, c-can we go together like this?”
      Together? With everyone!? The thought put Sakura’s relaxed heart back into a panic. Peeing with one person was bad enough, but with the rest of the ladies in the army? She could practically faint from the idea.
      But then she remembered the soothing feeling of holding Elise’s hand, and how all those fears and doubts faded away in those moments. If it worked for her just now, then maybe…
      “Okay, I’ll go with you,” Sakura replied.
      “You will? Thanks a bunch, Sakura!” Elise pulled her into a hug. “We’re gonna be the best tinkle buddies, you’ll see!”
      “P-please don’t call it that!”
       
       
      The war would drag on for a long time, taking the armies through new lands and endless waves of combat and shocking revelations. They marched on, never knowing what new challenges awaited them every day.
      But there was one constant among the ranks. Whenever the troops would stop and disperse to relieve themselves, Sakura and Elise could be found huddled in a squat with their backs turned to the rest of the women, their hands held together while a yellow stream trickled from beneath their skirts, both of them wearing a smile the whole time. In times of war, even the smallest of comforts could mean a lot, and the girls found that there were few comforts better than being able to relax and let go with another friend no matter what.
    • By Captain L in Everyday Life With a Fetishist
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      Cerea sat quietly in her room, her legs tucked under her horse body as she laid on the floor mat, reading a book. The traditional Japanese look of the room, her silent demeanor as she partook in a dignified pastime, it was easy to see she was formal, as a knight should be. However, while it was hidden beneath the black cloth over her horse half, she was not entirely still, her back haunches were shifting in their places, and maybe a little whimper could be heard if one listened carefully. Cerea was not comfortable.
       
      It had been a few hours since they had agreed on the Suu plan. After it was finalized, Cerea informed Lala because Miia didn't do it like she said she would, and retreated to her room to pass the time. It wasn't her job to look after Suu, that was Papi's position, Cerea just wanted to relax if she had nothing to do. True, she could have also practiced with her weapons, but...she didn't want to tire herself out, it was important for her to save her strength.
       
      Still, even with careful allocation of energy, Cerea was struggling. Time had passed, and that naturally meant her bladder was filling. Actually, she already felt a need before they had decided on the course of action to deal with the rogue slime hours ago, and needed to contain it past the point she would have taken care of herself under normal circumstances. Even with a larger body and training to restrain her functions, the need would eventually catch up with her, and that time was happening now. It wasn’t “urgent”, but certainly and undeniably “uncomfortable and desperate”.
       
      “You're going to be fine, Centorea,” she convinced herself. “You've held it longer than this before, it isn't that hard.” Nevertheless, she bit her bottom lip nervously as she felt the urine slosh around inside her. “But it's not going to be easy, either.”
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      It couldn't have been more than an hour since, but now Cerea was in bad shape. She had to pee so badly now she couldn't sit still, she was constantly shifting her weight from side to side, her face broken out in a bright red from the heat, caused by the stress of holding. Her book now looked more like jumbled pages of characters when she couldn't spare the energy to concentrate on anything else, anything to take her mind off her bladder.
       
      She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't spend any more time waiting. “I can't do this anymore, I have to do my business now.” Shakily, she stood up on all four legs, where her hind legs only stayed separated for a second before she pushed them together to provide a little relief. Her front legs, meanwhile, were trotting in place, her hooves making a light clopping sound on the floor mat. “However, I don't know how to do so.”
       
      She needed relief. If the toilets hadn't opened yet, Cerea wouldn't make it. However, as she soon considered, that was an “if”, she wasn't entirely certain yet. “Perhaps Master has returned and disciplined Suu for her actions, and I simply had not noticed.” That's what she chose to believe because that scenario would end the best for her. Taking a few seconds to compose herself, she left her room to search for Master.
       
      As she emerged out of her privacy, Cerea noticed the place was quiet. That was probably an indication Master wasn't home, because then everyone would be swarming around him. She wasn't giving up so easily, however. “It's possible he has simply requested silence,” she decided, though with little confidence. Wandering the halls of the house, Cerea couldn't find anyone, not even the other girls. It was the same for any room she entered, barring the other girls' bedrooms.
       
      Now, Cerea was a little curious. With a stiffness in her walk that would have given away how much she needed to go if there was anyone to see, she opened the door to the bedroom closest to her current position, which happened to be Miia's. She didn't knock as she should have, it was not all that important to her right now. Luckily, Miia wasn't doing anything private, just reading a cookbook in a futile attempt to improve her skills. “I take it Master is still out on his errands?”
       
      “I haven't seen Darling yet. Do you need him for something?”
       
      “...not particularly. I merely wished to have his company.” After her earlier reassurance that her bodily functions would not pose a problem, Cerea couldn't admit how desperate was now. She was at least taking internal comfort that Miia was also quietly reading in her room, she needed the distraction just as much as Cerea did. “If you haven't seen him, I'll leave you be.” She walked out, noticing Miia start looking really uncomfortable out of the corner of her eye.
       
      “Damn,” Cerea quietly vented once she was out of earshot. It was unbecoming for a knight, or a lady, to swear like that, but she didn't have another way to express her resentment for her predicament. All four of her legs were trotting in place again and now her tail was flicking backwards in response to the mounting pressure against her rear. Even her body was telling her to just piss already, no matter how she was clothed or standing in the hallway. “What am I supposed to do now, I really can't hold this any longer.”
       
      Most people will find, whether fully human or not, that they begin considering some truly insane options when they're on the verge of wetting themselves. Suddenly, almost anything can be seen as a good enough toilet, so long as it got their bladder empty. This was the state of mind Cerea was currently in, everything that could possibly contain what she could put out. First thing to mind was the sink, a natural first choice for a substitute. It had a bowl, a drain, the faucet allowed it all to be washed down cleanly. It sounded perfect, but it just couldn't work for a centaur. A toilet bowl was a lot closer to the ground than a sink on a kitchen counter, and the large bottom half of a horse meant she wouldn't get that height.
       
      Next in her mind was the potted plant Master kept in the living room. The pot was sitting on the floor and a tree seemed like a nice alternative, but that pot was not very big, about a foot in diameter and depth. Cerea could hold a lot, that thing would be overflowing before she was even close to being finished. It didn't even seem likely the dirt would absorb enough before she felt relieved enough to hold the rest in, not that she'd want to or be able to stop once this torrent got started. Maybe she could just let it run over and clean up the excess immediately afterwards, but Suu was on patrol somewhere, she'd get to it first and she'd only get worse.
       
      “Need something else, need something else fast,” Cerea kept repeating. She had made the mistake of considering other outlets, giving the signal to the rest of her body that she was about to let loose, getting her bladder all excited and geared up to empty. It felt like she had seconds before the dam burst and a flood started. She crossed her hind legs really tight as she unintentionally thought of the huge flood that was to follow, like a fire hose spraying everywhere. “So much pee,” she whimpered as she pushed her back legs together further.
       
      As she kept that image of an ocean in her mind, which was doing wonders at working against her, one last idea came up. Just thinking of water made Cerea think of Mero, their mermaid roommate who was currently out with Master. As an aquatic creature, she lived in the water, so her room contained a swimming pool. In-ground so it was at the right height, it already held so much water so what was a little more, and it already filtered so there'd be no evidence. Suu also couldn't hide in a body of water that large without dissipating, absolutely everything was in place. “I apologize for this, Mero,” Cerea called out to herself before running off to Mero's pool, as fast as she could run while staying dry.
       
      Standing in front of the pool, Cerea legs were all moving erratically, so damn close to bursting. The flowing water from the filters was most certainly not helping, she could almost feel her bladder going lax and letting everything stream out. This was the critical moment when every factor was working against her, begging her to leak. If she gave in now, her desperation would all be for nothing. She wished she could grab herself with her hands to ease the pain, but anatomy put her hands far from where they'd need to be on her butt. It'd be so much easier to hold if she could use her hands, though, instead of having to rely on crossing her legs.
       
      Cerea really couldn't stand to look at the pool anymore, and turned to face the wall instead, backing up just a little until a back hoof felt the drop from the fall into the pool. Bobbing up and down, she reached her arms back as best as she could and grabbed the top of the black cloth over her bottom half, so long that she needed to alternate pulling it up one hand at a time. The rear end she couldn't reach was taken care of by her tail flying as high as it could to avoid being soaked, pulling up the skirt to a certain height with it.
       
      Her bladder was looking for any reason to believe it was time to let go, and disrobing was the perfect excuse. Just as Cerea was pulling up the cover, her hold over her urine dropped and it started flowing out, a light stream at first, splattering against the inside of the fabric with her tail getting some of it too, falling on the floor right before the drop. “Ah ah ah ah,” she grunted and panted as she hastily pulled the rest up, throwing it over her back and letting her tail up to clear the path. No obstructions remaining, Cerea started peeing freely, and with force.
       
      There's an expression, “pissing like a racehorse”, meaning a pee that's strong and fast, beyond normal expectations. As a centaur, Cerea was a prime example to prove the expression accurate. Her torrent was shooting out at least a yard behind her, powerful enough to make a crashing pour as it landed in the pool. Most of the stream was concentrated, but the sheer volume meant a lot of droplets were flying off, getting lost in the sea of piss unleashed from the end of a centaur.
       
      Cerea looked up to the ceiling as her mouth hung open, breathing deeply with a bright blush on her face and her ears wiggling. “Ohhhhh,” she exhaled blissfully as the pressure on her bladder diminished. It no longer mattered how she was doing her business in a pool, it just felt good. Not like she had a choice anyway, it was a real emergency. She couldn't even stop now if she wanted to, her muscles were so tired.
       
      Minutes later, even Cerea's extreme capacity reached its end, and the distance the stream covered started reducing, more drops flying out scattered. She reached her butt out a little further so the final drops wouldn't get on the floor, and then her river ran dry. Giving it a few seconds to ensure there were no secret reserves, she shook her backside to get any drops off since she couldn't clean it off here, and dropped everything back into their usual places. The little bits of wetness from her initial release weren't easily seen and would dry off without consequence, so she could ignore it. “Phew...that's much better.”
       
      Turning back to the pool, Cerea inspected the damages. It was certainly evident that a restroom visit had just taken place, given the yellow cloud in the water behind her and the foam on the surface. However, even as she was looking at it, the cloud was spreading and growing less visible by the second, and the foam was floating in the current to the filters. The pool was taking care of cleaning itself, important when it had Mero living in it, so Cerea's little mess would be gone soon.
       
      Slightly embarrassed by what she had done, but mostly relieved that she had done something before it was too late, Cerea trotted out of the room, keeping her eyes out to be sure she was unseen. Retreating back to her room, she allowed herself to relax for the first time in hours. Somehow, she made it with an accident, a close call even with her large bladder. Considering how incredibly desperate she had gotten herself, Cerea started thinking, “how are the other girls handling?”
    • By MasterXploder in Pushing Their Limits (My Hero Academia)
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      UA Hero Academy was not just the most prestigious school for heroes, but also one of the most expansive. Roughly an hour outside of city limits were several large-scale training facilities and simulations, each meticulously crafted to help would-be heroes respond to just about any crisis they could imagine. It was almost an artform how they could make a simulated city or factory seem real enough that students would protect it as if it was the genuine thing.
      Right now, Ochako could not focus on the grandeur of the makeshift city streets she walked through. Her major thought was if the architects had gone to the trouble of designing some of these buildings with functioning bathrooms. She knew it was the last thing she should be focusing on, but the pressure in her distended bladder made it all but impossible to ignore.
      How did it get so bad, she wondered. Sure, it had been awhile since her last pee, but she had done lengthy stretches between bathroom visits before without much trouble. The few sips of lemonade from the cafeteria couldn’t have added that much, either. Was the stress of not having lunch and a surprise training exercise affecting her in weird ways? Whatever it was, at least the walking helped tone down the pain, if only a little bit. She also gladly took advantage of being behind all her teammates by keeping a hand on her groin.
      “Jeez, my stomach is killing me.”
      Of course, that hand would come straight off the moment her teammates did anything remotely different.
      “Wait, weren’t you bragging about not letting your stomach get in your way back at school?” asked Hanta Sero with a cheeky grin.
      “Hey, I still stand by that,” retorted Kirishima, “Though I gotta admit, I wasn’t expecting to be this hungry. This might actually cut into my endurance a bit.”
      “Well if that’s the case, you can just sit back and let me do the heavy lifting. I’m still in tip-top shape today.” Sero stuck out his chest in confidence, but as if on cue, his stomach growled immediately after, causing his grin to fall away.
      “Ha! You were saying, tape boy?” Kirishima gently elbowed Sero in the gut.
      “Alright, alright, so I’m pretty starved too, but at least everyone here is in the same boat as me.” Sero looked behind him, forcing Ochako to snap her hand away again. “Isn't that right, you two?”
      “Um, w-well…” Ochako was not the best at being put on the spot, especially with her bladder as full as it was.
      “I think we need to start focusing on our surroundings,” said Midoriya next to her. “If the exercise has already started, then the robots might be attacking the city right now.”
      That's right, our mission. Ochako had nearly forgotten their objective between the team’s banter and her bladder. Despite Aizawa’s warning, her team’s exercise really did just boil down to smashing robot that they found. The major catch was the robots would not be targeting them, but instead attacking the city directly. Their goal was to prevent as much collateral damage as possible, for as All-Might put it, “A true hero is never as destructive as the villains they fight.”
      “You say that, but I'm not seeing or hearing anything around here,” said Kirishima.
      “That's because you're only on the ground, dummy,” replied Sero. “You gotta get up high to get a good look, like this!” He raised his arm skyward and fired a long strip of sellotape from his wheel-shaped elbow. It latched onto the top of a nearby building, and Sero pulled himself to the rooftop with ease.
      “Alright, let’s see what we got here.” Sero put his foot on the roof’s railway and his hand above his eyes in a showy display. “Hanto Sero, recon expert at your service!”
      “Quit being a show-off and just tell us if you see anything!” yelled Kirishima. It was more blunt than how she would have phrased it, but Ochako found herself silently nodding in agreement.
      “I’m looking, I’m looking!” Sero turned his head the other direction and suddenly tensed up. “Hey, got something!”
      “You did!? What is it?” asked Midoriya.
      Sero pointed and yelled, “Smoke clouds a few blocks away! One to the east and one to the southeast!”
      “Two different directions? They gotta be attacking multiple areas at once,” said Kirishima.
      “We’ll need to split up,” declared Midoriya, “Uraraka and I can take the ones to the southeast.”
      “W-We can!?” Ochako felt a nervous sweat forming on her brow.
      “You sure about that? You guys might need my muscle for some of those bots,” said Kirishima.
      Ochako opened her mouth to speak, but Midoriya cut her off. “Sero will need your strength more than us, and if we get in real trouble, I can use my quirk to keep us safe.”
      Kirishima looked back and forth between them before nodding. “Alright, Sero and I will crush the robots to the east, then.” He looked up towards Sero and yelled “You get all that!?”
      “Got it! Let’s bust these bots and get our food!” declared Sero while he climbed onto the railway. In a move straight out of comic books, he jumped off the rails, launching his sellotape at another building and swinging away in true hero fashion.
      “Hey, leave some for me!” Kirishima took off for him at once while a series of skin-spikes grew out of his body.
      Just like that, Ochako and Midoriya were by themselves on the streets. Before an awkward silence could develop, Ochako turned around and started down the road. “Come on, Deku, we better get going, too.”
      “W-wait, Uraraka!”
      Ochako stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her head. “What is it?”
      There was a moment where Midoriya looked away before speaking. “I know I asked you this before, but is something wrong?”
      “W-what do you mean?” asked Ochako, trying to keep a straight face. Please don’t tell me...
      “It’s just… you seem tense and distracted. Are you feeling okay?”
      She tried to hide it as best she could, but Ochako’s mind raced with panic. Of course Midoriya’s excellent perception would pick up on her subtle signals, even if he hadn’t fully pieced it together yet. He was the last person she wanted to have this predicament around, even among the likes of Mineta and Bakugo. At least those two weren’t people she normally hung out with.
      “Um, no, I’m feeling fine! Just peachy, in fact!” she said, faking a smile.
      “Are you sure? I know we haven’t eaten in awhile, so if you’re not feeling well, please don’t push yourself too hard.”
      “I’ll be okay, just a little hungry is all,” Ochako replied, giving a thumbs up. “The sooner we get to eat, the sooner I’ll get better.”
      Midoriya stared at her for a moment much to her worry, but then nodded and turned towards the smoke cloud. “Right, then let’s get these robots before they can wreck the city.”
      “I’m right behind you,” called out Ochako as they took off.
      Just as she hoped, Midoriya led them forward, allowing her to put a hand between her legs again. It offered little comfort, unfortunately, as the reality slowly dawned on her. She would have to battle and defeat a group of tough robots with a full bladder, all while hiding her powerful need from Midoriya the whole time. It was a Herculean task before her, one she was not certain she could pull off.
      No, don’t think like that! She shook the doubts out of her head. A hero had to keep a brave face against the odds, no matter how grim they looked. She was gonna give it all she had in this exercise, if only because there was no other way to keep herself dry.
       
       
      U.A.’s robotic A.I. was some of the most advanced in the world, but even it had its limitations. The robots for the exercise were set to focus on destroying the city around them, but not specifically pay attention to the heroes unless they were attacked. This meant that it was possible to get the drop on them and take them out before they could retaliate.
      Ochako was quite happy to have figured this out, for they wouldn’t have to waste valuable time going toe-to-toe with the bots. Between her quirk not being the best for straight-up offense and Midoriya’s quirk seriously hurting him whenever he used it, it was the best course of action, and she took it with glee.
      Running straight up to a robot smashing the corner of a building, Ochako lifted the large construction beam she had found nearby over her head. What should have been impossible to carry without a crane was held up with ease thanks to her zero-gravity quirk rendering it weightless. With a yelp, she tossed it into the air like an Olympic athlete, where it soared upwards with no sign of stopping.
      Ochako waited only a few moments before bringing her fingertips together and yelling “Release!” In an instant, the I-beam’s weight returned, sending it falling to the earth like a javelin. It impaled the robot, easily smashing through its head and chassis, bringing its punching arms to a dead stop.
      “Whew!” Ochako panted. She was certain the beam was now stuck into the ground, but it was a small sacrifice for preventing an entire building from collapsing. “Okay, that’s another one down, just a few more to g-OH!”
      It seemed that her bladder had mistook her command of “release” to apply to itself as well. Her underwear suddenly grew warm and wet from a sizeable spurt as the exhaustion from utilizing her quirk hit her. She bent forward, snapped her legs shut, and shoved both hands down there in the blink of an eye, anything that would stop the leak from turning into a flood.
      “P-please no,” she mumbled through grit teeth, “Not here, not like this!”
      Whether from strength she never knew she had or sheer divine intervention, the spurt did not grow any bigger, and her bladder eventually calmed back down. She sighed as she slowly stood upright. Disaster had been averted for now, but it still served as a powerful reminder of how little time she had left before the inevitable happened. Please don’t let there be too many more robots...
      “Gyah!”
      “Deku!?” Ochako felt a cold sweat coming on as she turned towards Midoriya. That was a yell of shock and panic, and it did not take long for her to understand why.
      She did not know where they came from or why they were attacking him, but four new robots had shown up and slowly moved on Midoriya, their intention to beat him to a pulp clear as day. He had just jumped back to avoid a punch, hence his shout, but now his back was to a wall, and the robots left no room for him to slip away.
      Ochako knew things were bad now. Sure, Midoriya could activate his quirk and dispatch the robots if he absolutely needed to, but that would cripple whatever limb he used. Recovery Girl could help him heal it with hardly any trouble, but he would be in enormous pain until then and, worst of all, probably miss out on his meal reward. She could never let that happen to him, not if she had anything to say about it.
      There was no hesitation in Ochako’s movements as she rushed forward as fast as her legs could go. Her bursting bladder no longer mattered one bit to her, only the safety of her best friend. The pounding in her chest, burning in her lungs, and soreness in her legs would not stop her either, for the closer she got, the closer the robots lurched towards Midoriya, and the more she became convinced she could see the bright glow of his quirk slowly activating.
      “Stop!” she yelled at both the robots and Midoriya. All as one, he and the robots looked over at her, the glow on Midoriya’s arm fading away.
      “U-Uraraka!?” he said.
      She did not respond, instead putting her plan in action. Ochako leapt forward, landing her leg on the closest robot’s leg and touching it with her hand. Before it could react, she pushed off it and landed next to the second bot, touching it as well. Her quirk quickly took effect, and the first two robots began lifting into the air, their limbs flailing about without hitting anything.
      Already, the strain from her quirk was hitting her, but she couldn’t stop now. “Quick, this way!” she shouted, holding out her hand.
      Midoriya wasted no time in running towards her, yelling a quick “Thank you!” once he caught up to her. Ochako, however, did not run back as far as he did, instead slowly backing up while the remaining robots closed in on her.
      Come on, just a little closer, she thought while slowly raising her trembling hands. A mere moment later, and the robots moved up just as she asked. “R-release!” She pushed her fingertips together, and the pressure on her suddenly vanished.
      Just as planned, the two robots she levitated into the air fell straight down, crashing into their brethren. Smoke, sparks and pieces of metal flew all around, and as the dust settled, the heroes were rewarded with a view of four busted and nonfunctional robots.
      “W-wow.” Midoriya looked at Ochako, who remained motionless. “Thanks for the save again, Urarak-”
      “Aah!”
      Ochako suddenly broke her stillness and buried both hands deep into her groin. She had pushed her body to its limits with that last use of her quirk, and the effects hit her hard. Her stomach churned and squeezed, making her want to void its contents, but the worst effects came from further south. Even with hands between her tightly-pressed legs, she could still feel a tiny leak making her skintight pants ever wetter. This was her limit, and now she had maybe seconds left before the floodgates flung open.
      “Uraraka!? What’s wrong?” came Midoriya’s panicked voice.
      “I… I…” Ochako’s eyes grew moist from tears. There was no point in hiding it anymore, not when Midoriya was going to find out in a few seconds anyway. “I… need the toilet!” she yelled with her eyes shut and head lowered.
      “The… what!?” Midoriya stuttered, reeling back.
      “I need to go! Right now!” Ochako wobbled in place, every last bit of her strength devoted to not hosing her costume right there and then.
      “R-right, a b-bathroom. But where?“ Midoriya looked around, his expression as frantic as Ochako’s.
      She didn’t have time to wait for him. Already, the leak was growing in volume, to the point where she could feel the first dribble going through her panties and into the suit itself. “J-just don’t look!” was all she said as she waddled forward, her goal being the wrecked robot nearby. It was only a few steps to get behind it, but each one caused another leak to escape her. By the time she made it there and squatted down, a drop had managed its way down her leg and into her boot.
      Gasps, whimpers, and the occasional “come on…” left her mouth while Ochako fumbled with her belt and costume, frantically looking for the zipper that would enable her to get her clothes out of the way of the oncoming flood. It only took a few seconds before she realized how pointless that endeavor was. Her leaks had only gotten worse since her hands and legs moved away from her groin, and there was little the liquid could spread to in her squatted state. With how wet her underwear and pants already were, a little more urine was not going to hurt them any more.
      Her epiphany came at just the right time, for without warning, the last of her holding strength gave out. Ochako did not need to look down and see it for herself; she could feel the warmth of several hours worth of stored-up liquids spreading across her crotch, powering through the spandex and falling to the ground in a series of rapid drops with a light stream in the middle. Such a force was not without sound, and the combination of the splattering on the street and the hissing from Ochako’s more private regions made sure that anyone nearby would know what she was up to.
      She was peeing herself on the streets in broad daylight, an experience she had not had since before grade school. Her best friend was also just a few feet behind her, knowing and hearing full well what was happening to her. Any other time, this would have easily been the most humiliating thing to ever happen to her, as well as a clear failure to display the fortitude necessary of a hero.
      At that moment, however, none of these things mattered to her. All she could focus on was the sweet release of finally letting go, all those stressful and painful feelings being replaced with the pleasure of an empty bladder. Her frantic breathing slowed into a series of longer and louder sighs until she closed her eyes and let out a long moan, smiling the whole time. She knew it was not very modest or particularly heroic, but for the time being, that did not matter to her. It simply felt too nice to have her pee at long last.
      Still, a part of her kept her mind on Midoriya and how he felt about all this. She trusted him not to look, but he was probably still nearby to make sure nobody else walked in on her. I hope this isn’t too awkward for him...
       
       
      Midoriya scratched his bright-red cheek while he stood with his back turned to the robots. When he had first entered the academy, he had expected a mountain of trials and tribulations to defeat in his quest to become a hero. Standing guard for a girl while she relieved herself in a public location was something he never would have guessed would be part of his training, whether it was planned by the UA or not. Then again, could any hero ever prepare themselves for something like that?
      The thought of peeking on Ochako handling her business made him shudder in disgust, so temptation was not an issue. What was a problem, however, was the sheer awkwardness. He might not be able to see her, but he could the faintest sounds of water hitting the ground and pleasurable sighing behind him. A cold sweat formed on his cheek while the noises he was never meant to hear drove his mind wild despite his efforts to focus on something else.
      The other problem was something he had not noticed until Ochako ran behind the robots. Hearing somebody answer the call of nature made him realize that his own bladder had been filling up since the bus trip. He was not desperate by any means, but it was at that point where the discomfort was becoming noticeable. Hopefully, he would not need to wait too much longer before he could pay a visit to the restrooms. Until then, he would just have to shuffle his feet to keep the pressure at bay.
      “Where are they!?”
      “I think they went this way!”
      Just when Midoriya thought this situation couldn’t get any more awkward, the voices of Kirishima and Sero sent his heart rate flying. They were nearby and, if his memory of this city’s layout was accurate, would be coming around the corner very soon. He glanced back to the robot Ochako squatted behind, hoping to see her finished going and making herself presentable. Not only was she still crouched and the hissing sound as strong as ever, but now a very visible yellow puddle was spreading from underneath the robot.
      He could already see the worst case scenario playing out in his head: their other teammates seeing the growing puddle and putting two-and-two together, or worse, running right past it and having a direct view of Ochako in mid-pee. The poor girl would be mortified beyond belief, and the shame of failure would hang around his neck like a hundred ton weight. He could not let that happen no matter what; Ochako was his friend, and letting her down was the least heroic thing he could possibly do. But what was he going to do to keep them from going up to the robots and asking about Ochako?
      No time to think, they would be rounding the corner anytime now. Before even he knew what he was doing, Midoriya turned around and ran up to the robot, keeping his head turned to the ground so as not to have any accidental peeks. Unzipping his fly, he fumbled with his pants and All-Might themed boxers until his aim was free of any barriers. A couple seconds passed in what felt like an eternity as he waited for his bladder to start emptying, his heartbeat feeling particularly strong in those moments.
      It started as mere drops dripping onto the ground, gradually coming out faster and more connected while Midoriya slowly got used to deliberately peeing in public. The drops eventually formed into a stream of off-yellow, arcing farther and higher until it struck the robot’s wrecked chassis. A clear sound of water bouncing off metal rang through the quiet street, while the pee trailed down until it added to Ochako’s already-impressive puddle.
      A light sigh left Midoriya as he hit full stream. He had to admit that despite the circumstances, it felt nice to relieve his bladder a good deal earlier than he expected. A split second later, however, and that feeling ended as he heard a pair of footsteps running up behind him.
      “Oh good, there’s Midori-what the!?” Sero’s voice jumped up in volume.
      “Dude, gross! Talk about unsportsmanlike conduct!” yelled Kirishima.
      “Eh heh heh,” Midoriya laughed while turning his head, revealing his blush and nervous smile. “S-sorry guys, I-I just couldn’t hold it in anymore, you know?”
      Both Sero and Kirishima put a hand behind their heads and turned around. “Ugh, at least you dealt with the robots that slipped away from us,” said Sero.
      “Y-yep, all clear over here,” said Midoriya, “Now c-could I have some privacy, please?”
      “Bit late to be asking that,” said Sero.
      Kirishima turned to the other street and said, “Come on, let’s head down the other way and see if there are any other stragglers.”
      “Alright. Go find Uraraka when you’re done and regroup with us when you can,” Sero added as he took off, “And don’t touch anyone until you wash those hands!”
      “Heh, g-got it!” replied Midoriya. Huh, I didn’t take Sero for the kind of person to be that serious about hand hygiene.
      To Midoriya’s relief, the streets were once again devoid of life save for him, Ochako, and his rapidly-draining bladder. He sighed while he watched his stream grow weaker, the splatter falling from the robot onto the urine-soaked ground before further reducing to a few final spurts. He had embarrassed himself rather badly, but at least it was for a good reason. Right now, his concern was for Ochako and how she was feeling after all this.
       
       
      Deku… really did that for me?
      The last minute or so had been quite the emotional roller coaster for Ochako. She had fallen into a dead silence upon hearing Sero and Kirishima’s voice, though there was nothing she could do to halt the downpour coming from her crotch. Then came the pitter-patter right behind her and Midoriya’s up-close voice which made her heart pound in her throat. She didn't dare turn her head, but knew full well what he was doing to cover for her.
      Much as she appreciated not having anyone else know about her sudden potty time, the thought of someone humiliating themselves for her sake filled her heart with the heavy weight of guilt. Having others take the fall for her was a very unheroic thing to do, and she had to make it up to him somehow.
      The other boys had not even left yet by the time Ochako’s spray finally began its slow decline. Another fifteen seconds, and her bladder fully ran out of pee to add to the large puddle below her. She wiggled her butt to shake off the last couple drops, then slowly stood up, hearing Midoriya gasp and quickly adjust his clothes.
      Rather than confront him immediately, Ochako first took the time to examine the damage on her costume. For the first time ever, she was thankful her outfit was a skintight suit with dark colors. The only signs that she had wet herself were a shine on the crotch and maybe the pink was a little darker, things that someone would only notice if they were directly focused on that part of the costume. It’s a good thing Mineta isn’t here right now, she thought.
      Walking around to Midoriya’s side of the robot, she found it hard to make eye contact with him, though in the brief moment she did, she discovered he had the same problem as well. She put her hand behind her head and tried to speak, but the words would not leave her lips. “I… uh…” was all she could manage at first.
      “Um, so…” muttered Midoriya, “Are you...”
      “I’m sorry!” blurted Ochako, lowering her head.
      Midoriya reeled back in surprise. “S-sorry? What for?”
      Ochako put her hands together at her legs and glanced to the ground. “Um, Mr. Aizawa was right. I should have taken care of this before I went to lunch, but I fell into a routine of waiting until after.”
      “Don’t blame yourself for that,” said Midoriya, shaking his head. “Nobody could have guessed the teachers were going to spring this exercise on us.”
      “It doesn’t matter if I couldn’t see it coming. I should’ve been able to hold it like a real hero, but I couldn’t, and then you went and embarrassed yourself for me. I don’t know how I could ever make it up to you for that.”
      “Oh, please don’t worry about that. It’s nothing, really.” Midoriya put his left hand to his chest. “In fact, I’m the one who should be apologizing to you, Uraraka.”
      “A-apologize?” Ochako’s eyes opened wide and looked straight ahead. “But why?”
      “Please tell me the truth, Uraraka. Did you come to my aid and yell ‘stop’ because you didn’t want me to use my quirk and hurt myself?”
      “Um, well…” mumbled Ochako, scratching her head. Midoriya’s perception was spot on as always, yet she still found it hard to admit to it.
      “It’s okay, you don’t need to say anything.” Midoriya held up his right arm and looked at it. “I came to this academy so I could become the greatest hero, but until I master my quirk, I’m as big of a danger to myself as any villain.”
      “Don’t say something like that, Deku!” Ochako raised her arms. “I think you’re great hero material even without mastering your quirk.”
      Midoriya let out a sigh. “Still, if I had better control of it, you wouldn’t have had to push yourself so hard to save me, and then you might have had a chance to find a bathroom in time. It’s hard for me not to feel a little burdensome, you know?”
      Is that all? Silly Deku, she thought, growing a soft smile. “It’s okay, I felt the same way when I was trying not to wet myself this whole exercise.” She stepped forward, closing the gap between them to a few feet. “And that’s why we’re here, right? To push ourselves and learn how to be real heroes so we won’t have to feel like a burden to others.”
      It took a couple seconds, but Midoriya smiled in earnest for the first time since the exercise started. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
      “You’ll get there someday, Deku. I know you will,” said Ochako, “I just hope I can keep getting better right with you.”
      “Then let’s get better together,” replied Midoriya, giving a thumbs-up, “So neither of us have to embarrass ourselves again.”
      “Hee hee, maybe not the best motivation, but together it is!” Ochako returned the thumbs-up with glee. It never failed to amaze her how a quick chat with Midoriya was sometimes all she needed to get into a better mood. She could still feel its fading warmth, but her wetting seemed so far away right now.
      The crashing of a collapsing building nearby made her forget about it even more.
      “Wuh-what was that!?” Both Midoriya and Ochako snapped their attention in the noise’s direction. As they feared, another robot had turned up, this one as tall as the skyscraper it had just demolished. Sero and Kirishima could be seen dealing with it already, but they certainly could not get the job done alone.
      “Seriously!? Where did that even come from?” asked Midoriya.
      “I guess they want us to really earn our lunch,” said Ochako.
      “Then we better stop it before it can wreck anything else.” The two of them glanced at each other and shared a nod before running off to face the robot, leaving the scene of their emergency piddle behind, their bladders now as empty as their stomachs. A sense of hunger could be seen in their eyes, not just for food but for growth, and they would fight to the last drop of strength until they had enough of both to call themselves true heroes.