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    The morning sun peeked over a horizon of ocean water, casting a romantic orange light across a large beach. However, the group of warriors currently traversing its shores did not have romance in mind. Their intentions were more virtuous, if not dangerous.

    At some point, the leader of the group, the red-headed Commander Anna of Askr, stopped walking and lowered her axe to the sand.

    “Alright, this spot looks as good as any,” she called out, “Everybody gather round! You two, up front! You'll wanna hear this.”

    She pointed to the two white-haired ladies in the group, Princess Corrin from the World of Conquest and Robin, tactician of the Ylissean shepherds. Unlike the rest of their entourage, who were dressed in armor and traveling clothes, these women wore attire made for the beach. Corrin looked like any other vacationer in her frilly black and white bikini and flower wreath, the only exception being the wyvern she was sitting atop. Robin stood out a bit more as she had decided to continue wearing her longcoat and boots, though she left the former open to show off her purple swimwear. More puzzling than that were the various fishing tools and nets already full of sea creatures that she carried with her.

    “So these are the southern beaches of Askr,” said Corrin, dismounting from her dragon and staring in awe. “I had heard stories of their beauty, but it really is something else to see it for myself.”

    Robin smiled next to her. “I agree. It's easy to see why this place attracts so many tourists and fishermen.”

    “That's right,” said Anna, “These beaches have always been a good source of food and income, not just for Askr, but the nearby fishing communities too.” Her smile lowered into a frown. “That is, until bandits showed up and started harassing everyone here. Now, you'd be lucky to find anyone but the most daring of beach-goers.” Just as she had said, the shores were vacant as far as they could see, the only souls around being the current company.

    “I assume these bandits are why we have been called here,” said Ike of Crimea, crossing his arms. “But if I may ask, shouldn't a simple bandit problem be dealt with by our forces stationed down here instead of pulling manpower from the castle?”

    “Normally, yes,” responded Anna, “But we’ve had a squad of soldiers desert from our army recently, and we have good reason to suspect these bandits are our deserters.”

    “How disgusting,” said Princess Sheena of Gra, “Do these men not have a shred of pride for their homeland?”

    Anna shook her head. “None whatsoever, and aside from attacking innocent people and tarnishing the good name of Askr, they have information that could cause trouble for us if it fell into the wrong hands. Their capture is a top priority.”

    Prince Alfonse was next to speak. “Okay, but the shoreline stretches on for almost a mile, and it borders a dense forest. It could be days or weeks before we find them, and that’s assuming they don’t leave the area.”

    “Right again. Combing the beach would take far more time than we have to spare.” Anna then grew a slightly devious smile. “Which is why we’re going to bring the bandits to us instead.”

    The group fell silent, unable to think of anything to say at first. “Err, and how do you propose we do that?” asked Alfonse.

    “Glad you asked!” Anna pointed towards the two scantily-clad women. “We’re going to use these lovely ladies here to draw them out of hiding!”

    “Use… us?” asked Corrin, eyebrow raised in confusion. Is this why she asked us to dress this way?

    Robin’s eyes lit up. “Oh, I get it now! You want us to hang around here and act as bait for the bandits.”

    “Gold star for Robin!” Anna put a finger to her chin. “It’s the perfect trap. Two unsuspecting girls by themselves on the beach, wearing nothing but their swimwear and basically defenseless. What self-respecting thug could pass up an opportunity like that?”

    “A bait ploy? Are you sure this will be safe?” asked Alfonse.

    “Yeah, it seems kinda dangerous just leaving these two out in the open,” chimed in his sister Sharena. “If you’d like, I could change into my swimsuit and hang out with them, too. It’d be another pair of hands to fight back if something goes wrong.”

    Still, Anna’s expression remained unchanged. “Don’t worry, you two, this plan comes straight from Kiran, and they haven’t failed us yet. While our girls lounge about, we’ll be hiding just out of sight for when the bandits show up. And I appreciate the enthusiasm, Sharena, but you’re the acting princess of Askr, and they might suspect something’s up if they recognize you.” She then eyeballed Corrin and Robin. “Plus, these two have a certain… quality to them that I think will make them extra irresistible to our targets.”

    Robin felt her face growing warm and her arm unconsciously moving in front of her chest. “W-we do?”

    “Yup, now listen carefully.” Anna walked over to the swimsuit-clad ladies. “The trick to being good bait is to act natural. Do some fishing, go for a swim, catch some sunlight, even build a sandcastle if you want. Just make sure you stay near this spot and keep your weapons close by. We can’t guarantee your safety if you’re too far away from us.”

    Robin nodded and smiled. “I have to admit I’ve never played the role of bait, but I’m sure it’ll be a good learning experience.”

    “Me too,” said Corrin with a giggle, “Although it sounds like I may have trouble remembering I’m supposed to be luring out dangerous bandits.”

    “That’s the spirit!” beamed Anna. “Oh, and one last thing,” she said, leaning in close. “If you happen to hear any clicking noises, don’t worry about them. That’s just me doing some extra reconnaissance.” She leaned back with a wink.

    Alfonse then leaned into Sharena’s ear and whispered “I knew she was plotting something,” to which Sharena nodded.

    Anna returned to the center of the group and picked her axe up. “Okay, everybody! Let’s find a good hiding spot and get this plan moving! We’ve got some bandits to catch!”

    The entire group, save for Corrin and Robin, dispersed, some hiding in the nearby woods, with others, including Corrin’s wyvern, going towards the remains of what was once a beachside outpost. A couple minutes later, and it looked as if they were the only ones on the entire beach.

    They soon went to work setting out their beach. “Well, here we are, just two girls hanging out on the beach,” said Corrin while she laid out her towel, its design matching the color and patterns of her bikini.

    “Indeed,” said Robin, taking a look at her fishing gear. “It may not be the exact conditions I wanted, but I’ve always been interested in studying the sea life up close.”

    Corrin paused for a moment to take in the senses of the beach, from the cool salty breeze to the ocean’s deep blue to the warm sand between her toes. “This place is so beautiful. I wish the rest of my family could have joined us, even if they had to get in a battle.”

    Robin giggled. “Some of the shepherds back home would probably love the idea of fighting while on vacation.”

    “That sounds like my family. I have a feeling they would find something to turn into a competition even out here,” said Corrin, scratching her cheek.

    “Heh heh, I guess even across worlds, some things just don’t change.” Robin lifted up her fishing trident. “So what are you planning to do first? I’d say what my plan is, but I think it’s a bit obvious.”

    Corrin sat down on her towel. “Well, I was going to see if there were any seashells to collect, and then maybe go for a swim.” She reached into a bag and pulled out a jar containing a white substance. “But first, I think we should apply this cream Camilla had me bring along.”

    “A cream? What for?”

    “She says it’s to keep from getting sunburnt,” said Corrin as she scooped some of the cream out. “We might be here for a while, so it would definitely be a good idea.”

    “I’ll certainly take some if you’re offering,” said Robin, sitting down on her purple towel and removing her cloak. “I suppose we can cover each other’s backs while we’re at it, if you don’t mind the contact.”

    “No, it’s fine. It beats a sore, red back any day.”

    And so, the ladies went about applying the cream onto themselves, enjoying the cool feeling and pleasant smell on their skin. As they rubbed it onto each other’s backs, they both noticed the clicking noise Anna told them about grew more frequent, but continued regardless. Even though they were part of a dangerous plan, neither girl could feel anything but optimistic about how the rest of the day would turn out.

     


     

    I hope those bandits show up soon.

    Corrin was not naive enough to think their target would appear immediately. It was a big beach, and the bandits may not even come out to attack today. Still, as the hours added up and the sun rose higher and higher, she was finding her patience starting to wear thin. She had already gathered all the seashells nearby, and was now idly thumbing through her magic tome disguised as a book on aquatic life to make the time go by faster.

    But the biggest reason for her impatience was the growing pressure between her legs. She and Robin knew the dangers of drinking ocean water, so they had brought a good deal of drinks to keep themselves hydrated under the hot sun. Since then, that water had plenty of time to make its way through her body, and now it wanted out, preferably as soon as possible.

    Corrin wiggled her bottom against the towel to ease the strain on her bladder. She may have been on the beach, but she was still picky about where she wanted to let go. The thought of simply relieving herself in full view of an entire squad of heroes mortified her, and there was nowhere nearby she could hide herself well enough.

    Not on land, at least. Corrin found herself eyeing the ocean now, with its waves of who knows how much water endlessly crashing upon the shore, its suggestive sounds especially picking up in her sensitive ears. She wasn’t too keen on it, but it was the best option she had for a discrete bathroom break.

    The only problem was the other person in the ocean. Robin had been fishing nonstop, and was still in the water doing just that. Aside from the general weirdness  and grossness of peeing in waters occupied by someone else, she did not want to disturb the fish and unintentionally sabotage Robin. She would need to wait for her to take a break before relief could be had.

    The gods seemed to smile on Corrin, for less than a minute later, Robin picked up her fishing stuff and walked back to their spot. “Urgh, the shepherds made spear-fishing look a lot easier than it actually is,” she commented while dropping her gear next to her towel.

    “Don't tell me you didn't catch a single fish that whole time,” said Corrin in a playful voice.

    Robin lifted her harpoon up to show a decent-sized trout stuck on the middle tip. “Aside from this guy that got stuck on the rocks, I got nothing you couldn’t pick up with your bare hands. Seems I have a while to go before I master the ways of the fisherman.”

    Corrin smiled in earnest. “Don't worry, I'm sure your friends had just as tough a time on their first fishing trip.”

    “Maybe, but they probably didn’t have an audience keeping an eye on them.” Robin glanced away from Corrin eyes and frowned. “Um, are you doing alright?”

    Only then did Corrin realize that she had not stopped her squirming, which she promptly corrected. “Oh! Um, I’m okay. It’s nothing serious.”

    At this, Robin tilted her head. “Is there anything I can do to help you at least?”

    As much as she wanted to be delicate about her problem, Corrin realized there was no point in hiding it. They were grown adults, surely Robin would understand. She sighed and replied, “No, I just, um… have had a lot to drink, and n-need to relieve my body of those drinks.”

    It was a roundabout way of saying it, but Corrin still felt a little embarrassed to admit that. An unconventional princess she may be, but some of her royal upbringing had stuck with her.

    “Oh,” said Robin at first, her expression unchanging. Just a moment later, however, she pursed her lips and closed her eyes. “Mmm!” she groaned.

    “What’s wrong?” Corrin got up to her feet. I hope she wasn’t too grossed out.

    “Um, n-nothing,” said Robin, opening her eyes. “I guess I was too focused on fishing to pay attention, but, well…”Robin let her actions speak for the next part, opting to put her legs together and wiggle her hips.

    Corrin’s eyes widened a bit as it dawned on her. “Oh, you too?”

    “With the waiting and the water I’ve been drinking, I guess it was bound to happen eventually,” replied Robin with a blush. “Though I was hoping our bandits would have shown up before I needed to take care of it.”

    “Don’t worry, I thought the same thing.” Corrin looked over to the shores. “In fact, I was just about to go into the water and, um, let nature run its course.”

    Robin mimicked Corrin’s gaze. “That sounds like a smart plan. Should we take turns, or…?”

    Corrin shrugged. “I don’t see the harm in going in at the same time. Just as long as we have our space, of course.”

    Robin nodded and grinned. “Works for me. Now let’s get in there before-”

    “Going somewhere, ladies?”

    If the girls had hair anywhere but their head, it now stood on edge. They both turned to the source of the gravelly voice, confirming their fears. Several men approached the ladies, each of them carrying some kind of weapon and menacing grin, making it clear they were not here for a good reason.

    Gods, why now? thought Corrin, her bladder pulsing harder knowing that her relief had been denied. Not this again.

    “What’s the rush?” said the bandit in front. “We were all hoping to have a chat with you.”

    “Whatever you have to talk about, we’re not interested,” said Robin.

    To this, the thug pulled out a sword made of silver and pointed at the girls. “Oh, but I think you really should be. I have your attention now?”

    Corrin looked closely at the sword, then over to the man’s armor, a striking white and gold, save for the loin-cloth he wore above his long boots. “That sword and armor… they’re from the Askran army, aren’t they?”

    “An expert, are we?” the thug chuckled. “Well, they’re getting a lot better use out here than they were fighting in a fool’s war, I’ll tell you that much.”

    “You call harassing innocent people a good use of weapons?” asked Robin, gritting her teeth.

    “You really going to lecture me at the end of a sword?” The bandit got right up in Robin’s face.

    Much as she wanted to, the strategist knew that acting now would be foolish, so she remained silent, her hand gripping the harpoon harder.

    “I didn’t think so.” The man then turned around and walked into the middle of his gang. “You all know the drill. Gold, gear, fish, any other valuables you find, take it all. Be as rough as you want. I don’t like the way they looked at me.”

    At this, some of the bandits walked forward, one of them reaching his hand out towards the ladies. “Hope you aren’t too fond of those swimsuits, because they’re coming right off-FAAAAAAGH!”

    The perverted thug reeled back and quickly grabbed his wrist. He held out his hand, revealing the arrow now sticking through it to everyone nearby.

    “Wuh… what the…!?” yelled the bandit next to him, and many of the others adopted a look of shock that conveyed the same thought.

    He didn't get anymore out, for Robin made her move right then. She struck him in the gut with the butt of her harpoon, then swung the spear end at his head as he doubled over. The bandit stumbled backwards with a nasty cut and the smell of fish across his face.

    Meanwhile, Corrin saw another thug raising his bow and aiming it in the direction of the arrow’s source. That would not be happening. She opened her tome and focused her energy until a blast of water and fish-shaped projectiles flew out, sending the archer tumbling into the sand before his arrow could be loosed.

    They had taken them by surprise, but the girl’s attacks put the bandits’ attention back onto them. Several of them drew their weapons and walked towards them with scowls deep enough to intimidate even the fiercest warriors. Strong as they were, Corrin and Robin could not take on all of them at once, thus they slowly backed away until they felt the feeling of wet sand on their feet. The ocean was right behind them, and they could retreat no further.

    But before the thugs could close the gap, a deafening shriek forced them to stop and plug their ears. A small gust of wind blew all around them as a wyvern, Corrin’s wyvern, landed between them.

    “J-just what’s going on here!?” shouted a bandit.

    “W-who are these women!?” screamed another.

    Corrin gasped in surprise, but also wasted no time in grabbing onto her dragon and hoisting herself onto its back. I really need to thank Camilla for loaning me her wyvern when I get back, she thought while extending her hand to Robin.

    “Grab on, quick!” she yelled.

    “R-right!” Robin took Corrin’s hand and was soon pulled onto the wyvern’s saddle. As if on instinct, the dragon took off and flew over the bandits, coming to rest next to a squad of the heroes, who had finally come out of hiding with their weapons drawn.

    “Attention, bandits!” declared Anna from their side. “In the name of Askr, you are all charged with desertion and highway robbery! Surrender yourselves at once!”

    “Do not make this hard on yourself,” called out Ike, “Lay your weapons down now, or we will show no mercy!”

    The bandits exchanged looks, many of which a mix of shock and panic. Several of them spoke one after the other.

    “We… we’ve been had!”

    “Those ladies were a trap! I knew they looked too good to be true!”

    “I don’t know if we can get out of this one-”

    The last bandit to talk received a blow to the cheek with the butt of the leader’s sword. “Quit your blubbering! Do you really want to spend the rest of your days rotting in a prison cell? Now either show them not to mess with us, or I kill you myself!”

    Despite the threat in his pep talk, the bandits’ entire demeanor changed from panic and confusion to fury and determination. They all raised their weapons and gave their battle cries, then rushed forward with intent to kill.

    Corrin swallowed and said, “Of course, they couldn’t make it easy for us.”

    “They never do,” said Anna, “Alright, everyone! Time to show these quitters what it means to fight for the name of Askr!”

     


     

    Askran recruits underwent a tough training regimen before they could officially join the ranks as proper soldiers. This training was evident in the deserters turned bandits, as they put up a tough fight against the Order of Heroes. Their weapons and gear being of high caliber only made their prowess that much deadlier.

    But for as much experience they had, it could not match the strength and tenacity of the legendary heroes on Corrin and Robin’s side. From atop their wyvern, they could see that the battle was slowly edging towards their favor. Between Corrin casting spells from up high and Robin relaying tactics, the two of them were certainly doing their part to ensure the heroes’ victory as well.

    If only they could win faster, Corrin lamented. Though they were fighting, the powerful discomfort from her bladder continued to occupy the back of her mind. It especially did not help that riding atop a dragon meant her legs were separated, forcing her pelvic muscles to work even harder to prevent an early release. Even pressing a hand to her groin every now and then did little to ease her need.

    “Eep!”

    Corrin gasped as she heard this sound come from the lady behind her. “Robin! You okay?” she said, turning her head as much as she could. Please don’t tell me an arrow hit her!

    “Y-yes,” responded a red-faced Robin, “I just… let a little bit slip out.”

    Her fears unfounded, Corrin let out a breath of relief, even if it was another reminder of how badly she needed to pee. “It’s okay. The bandits can’t hold out much longer. Once they’re beaten, I’ll land us near the ocean so we can both take care of it.”

    “I-I know. I’m not giving up just yet… wait, look over there!”

    Robin pointed in the direction of the outpost ruins. Following her friend’s finger, Corrin could make out one of the bandits making a run for it in the confusion of battle. Wasting no time, she flew over to Anna, who had just finished landing the finishing blow on the thug attacking her.

    “Anna!” Corrin called out, “One of the deserters is trying to escape!”

    Hearing this, Anna turned to the ladies in the sky. “Chase him down! We can’t let a single one of them get away!”

    “But what of the fight here?” asked Robin.

    “We’ve got things under control here, now get going!”

    “On it!” Corrin spurred the wyvern, and it took off in the direction of the outpost.

    They had hoped to catch the runaway before he could duck inside the one remaining structure of the ruins. Unfortunately, they had not reached the halfway point when they saw him run inside, dashing that hope.

    “Shoot, what’s the plan now?” said Corrin, “Should we circle the building and make sure he doesn’t run back outside?”

    “No chance, we need to get in there and subdue him now,” replied Robin.

    “Wait, seriously?” Corrin turned her head. “We might outnumber him, but he could still get the drop on us in there.”

    Robin’s serious expression remained unchanged. “We have no choice. If it turns out that building has an old escape tunnel, he might be able to get away.” Though it was just the two of them, Robin leaned in and spoke in a quieter voice. “That, and I really don’t want to cover this wyvern in my bodily fluids.”

    Hearing the second reason caused another pulse of pain from Corrin’s bladder, making her wince. “Urgh, alright, it looks like there are only two ways in and out of the building. I’ll let you down near the front, then I’ll swing around and enter from the back. We’ll trap him with a pincer attack.”

    “Couldn’t think of anything better myself,” Robin replied.

    Corrin steered the wyvern just in front of the entrance to the structure, letting it come to a landing and allowing Robin to climb off. “Stay on your guard. We have no idea what it’s like in there,” said Corrin before she spurred the wyvern back into flight. She circled the building, keeping an eye out for the bandit in case he ran straight through, and landed outside the rear entrance. She then swung one leg over to the other, and hopped out of the saddle, her feet hitting the sand.

    “Ooh!” The sudden jolt of her landing proved a bit stronger than what her bladder could handle. A spurt of warmth hit her bottoms, making Corrin snap her legs shut and grab at her groin. She whimpered and her sharp incisor became visible as she twisted in place, putting all her strength into holding back the oncoming flood, if only for just a little bit longer.

    It hurt, but eventually she managed to regain control of her bladder muscles again. Not that took any sense of success from it; the fact that she, a grown princess, had to resort to dancing like a little kid to prevent an accident was a bit humiliating. At least nobody was there to witness it.

    “Come on, just one more bandit,” Corrin told herself. “Then I can get Robin and we can-”

    “Aaaah!”

    That was Robin screaming, and it was coming from inside. In an instant, Corrin forgot about her need to pee, and ran inside without further hesitation. Her mind raced with horrifying thoughts as to why Robin let out such a yell, enough that she only took in the basics of the building’s interior, that of a former storehouse with the occasional rotted barrel and crate laying about. She darted her head all around the room, looking for any signs of her friend or the bandit, hoping against hope that there was still an ally to rescue.

    “Hold it, wench!”

    Corrin stopped cold and slowly turned in the direction of the voice, nearly balking at what she saw. The leader of the deserters was standing directly behind an unarmed Robin, his arm wrapped around her stomach while he held a dagger to her neck.

    “Robin!” she called out, raising her hand as if to grab at her.

    “Not one more step, or I cut her open like freshly-caught trout!” yelled the thug, pulling her just a little closer and making her squeak.

    Corrin had little choice but to abide by his words. “If… if you hurt her-”

    “Hey, I’m doing the talking now!” the thief interrupted. “I'll make this simple. You give me that dragon of yours, and I let this one run free. Any funny business, and I paint the floors with her blood, got it?”

    Panic swelled within Corrin’s mind and heart. What was she going to do now? She could never let the deserter get away, potentially telling what he knows about Askr’s military to the wrong people and causing serious problems. At the same time, she couldn’t think of any other way to keep Robin alive, who was probably scared out of her mind.

    But then she looked right at Robin, and realized something. Robin’s face and eyes were tense, but it was not a look of fear on her. Rather, it was more of a determined expression, of calm resolve in a dangerous storm. Staring at Robin’s stoic face even while someone had a weapon at her throat helped put Corrin’s panic at ease. She relaxed her teeth, which she had been gritting the whole time, and looked the bandit dead in the eyes.

    “What? Do I gotta carve it out for you on her neck?” asked the deserter. “Give me your dragon, or she dies!”

    “I understand perfectly,” said Corrin in a calm voice, “But I also know that there is no way out of here for you.”

    “Says the bimbo in a bikini! I’m the one with the dagger against someone’s throat!”

    “Yes, that’s all you have, but I have three good reasons why you have no chance of winning.”

    To this, the bandit raised an eyebrow. “Oh, really? Name ‘em.”

    “The first is my wyvern.” Corrin glanced to the doorway where her mount was still visible. “It will only obey me and its original owner. You would never get it to take flight with you at the reins.”

    “Pfft, you expect me to believe that? Now quit your stalling and move outta the way so’s I can make my way outta here.”

    “The second is your bargaining chip there,” said an unmoving Corrin.

    “Hah! You gonna tell me you don’t give a flip about your friend here? I know you hero types. You’d all rather give up everything you have than see someone you know bite the dust.”

    “You’re right in that I’d never want to see her get hurt, but even if you were to take her life here and now, our summoner friend could simply call her back like nothing happened. I have no reason to not attack you right now, even with her in your arms.”

    The bandit immediately quit smiling. “Call her… what!? Now you’re just talking nonsense!”

    “My final reason,” continued Corrin, “Do you know who you have in your arms? That’s no mere ‘bimbo’ there, but a master tactician.”

    “And why should I care about that?”

    “Because she always has a plan, and you lost this fight a long time ago.”

    “Fool, I haven’t lost a-AAAAAAAAAARGH!”

    It was at this moment that Robin’s plan became obvious to everyone in the room. While Corrin talked to the bandit and kept him distracted, Robin had slowly reached into her inner coat pocket and pulled out a baby snapping turtle taken from the beach. She carefully maneuvered it underneath the bandit’s loin-cloth, and the turtle eagerly bit down on whatever it found under there.

    The bandit’s eyes shot open from the sharp, agonizing pain. He dropped the dagger in his reaction, and without anything keeping her there anymore, Robin pushed out of his grasp and dove to the side.

    “Now!” she yelled.

    Hearing and seeing her friend safely out of the way, Corrin opened her tome and channeled as much power into it as she could. “You’re sunk!” she yelled as an especially-strong jet of water and fish launched out, striking the bandit. He flew backwards and crashed clean through the building’s outer wall, revealing the ocean outside.

    It took a few seconds for the dust and rubble to settle, but the bandit eventually lifted his head up, his eyes unfocused and cloudy.

    “I... I don’t wanna go swimming, mommy!” was all he said before passing out. The turtle slowly walked away from him, making a motion with its head akin to coughing.

    Corrin lowered her tome and sighed in happiness. Victory was theirs today, and with nobody worse for the wear. At least, not that she knew of.

    “Are you alright, Robin?” she asked, turning to her friend, but upon seeing her, all the stress came back to her once more.

    Rather than standing up, Robin was hunched over and supporting herself on a crate, her whole body trembling. “I… I…” she mumbled, her face clearly showing strain.

    “What? What is it!?” said Corrin, running to her side. Kiran may be able to revive them just like she said, but that didn’t mean she wanted to see her friend hurt and dying.

    “I… gotta pee!” yelled Robin as she suddenly stood upright, twisted her legs, and shoved her hand onto her groin. A couple drops of liquid fell from her bottoms and hit the ground.

    Corrin was slightly taken aback at the sudden outburst, but the sight of Robin on the verge of wetting herself only renewed her own need for relief. Another spurt escaped from her and into her swimsuit, finally enough to break the barrier and start dripping onto the ground.

    “Gah, me too!” she gasped, quickly mimicking Robin’s potty dance. “I… don’t think I can hold on any longer. W-what are we gonna do?”

    “T-The ocean! Quick!” Robin wasted no time half-running half-waddling through the gap in the wall.

    “R-right!” Corrin immediately followed suit, carefully stepping around the debris and unconscious bandit.

    The shoreline could have not been more than fifty feet away from the girls, but to them and their failing holds, it might as well have been a mile-long dash. Every step they took was agony, with more drops spilling into and through their bottoms. Corrin could feel urine running down her legs, and Robin was certain she was leaving a trail of pee behind in the sand.

    But just a few eternity-filled seconds later, the ladies reached the shoreline. A sense of elation hit Corrin as soon as her foot hit the water, though it also led to another spurt shooting out of her. Operating entirely on instinct, both girls waded into the ocean until they were close to knee-deep before falling down next to each other, Corrin sitting on her rump while Robin fell with her knees in front.

    Neither girl had time to settle in and pull their bottoms down when they felt the last of their bladder strength give out, both of them gasping as they began peeing at full force. A golden mist spread out from their swimsuits, some coming around the edges but most pushing through the fabrics, quickly mixing with and warming up the waters all around them.

    Although the sound of peeing could not be heard above the water, the girls more than that made up for that with their inability to suppress their voices. Corrin moaned in a way that turned her cheeks pink and made her thankful only one other person could hear her. Robin was full of sighs broken up by her catching her breath from the running, culminating into one long exhale that she couldn’t help but smile through.

    Their long-awaited relief was pleasant, to say the least. After all the danger, fighting, and near-accidents, they could finally let go of it all, feeling the tenseness in their bodies fading with each second. Corrin could not even muster up the will to feel embarrassed by her predicament. She was here, it was happening, she may as well make herself comfortable. Leaning her torso back, she put her hands on the ground to support her weight, now looking like she was simply enjoying the water’s cooling sensations.

    Robin could not do the same, but that did not mean she wasn’t taking it easy. As she looked down at the yellow cloud spewing from between her legs, a silly thought occurred to her. She had been so worried about having an accident, and yet here she was, openly peeing through her bottoms without it feeling like wetting herself. It was a weird feeling, and sharing it with another person only made it more so, but she still felt like quietly laughing at the absurdity of her not-accident.

    Until she looked over and saw Corrin giving her a strange look, that is. It was then she realized that giggling like a little kid was probably not the best action given the circumstances. But then she saw Corrin’s mouth turn into a wavy smile before succumbing to a giggle fit herself. She, too, had found the humor of their predicament, and soon both girls were having a laugh together in a way that they probably never could again with anyone else.

    “Corrin! Robin!”

    But all it took was someone calling out their names to completely kill the enjoyment of their relief.

    “Wha!?” Corrin clenched her pelvic muscles tight as she looked over to see Anna right behind them. Her stream was no longer akin to a waterfall, but she couldn’t stop it fully, only reduce it to a dribble.

    Robin quickly followed suit in attempting to suppress her peeing, but was also not one-hundred percent successful. “Er, C-Commander! Did you need something?” she asked, a hint of strain in her voice.

    “You two okay? We heard the wall breaking from our spot, so we rushed over and…” Anna stopped talking and her eyes opened wide.

    Both Corrin and Robin felt their heart rate steadily rising, the fear that they had been discovered in mid-relief running wild in their minds. But rather than blushing and looking away like they had expected, Anna suddenly dropped her axe and smiled in a way that made them more uncomfortable.

    “Stay right there! Don’t move a muscle!” yelled Anna while she frantically pulled off her boots.

    Not that they were in a position to actually move, both girls still not even close to finishing their pee, but they did as their commander instructed while she ran into the water, stopping when she was right in front of them. Anna then pulled out a strange-looking tome with a hole in the center and a crystal in the corner, and held it up to her face.

    “Oh baby, this is perfect!” she declared, repeatedly pressing a button that caused a clicking sound. “Two ladies relaxing and enjoying the waters in their swimwear. This’ll easily make up for the income we lost to those bandits!”

    Stunned at the turn of events, both Corrin and Robin found it difficult to respond. “But... but what about the other bandits? Is everyone alright?” Robin eventually asked.

    “Yeah yeah, everything’s fine,” Anna hurriedly replied, “The deserters pretty much gave up when they saw their leader running away. Now come on, let me see those smiles so we can really sell these pictures!”

    Once more, neither strategist could think of a proper response, and they eventually gave up on finding one. When they had first joined the Order of Heroes, they were given advice regarding Anna, specifically that there was little point in trying to stop her when she got this way. Hesitantly, they both forced a smile and raised their hands to wave, to which their commander became more aggressive in her picture-taking.

    But while they seemed cheery above the water, down below was another story. Their holding muscles, already taxed from trying to keep their urine at bay for so long, were steadily giving out once more. Like a faucet slowly being turned, the wisps of yellow widened back into full sprays, and the girls were freely peeing again.

    This did not go unnoticed by either of them. Both Corrin and Robin could feel a bead of sweat forming on their brows from a combination of embarrassment and nervousness. It was here that they both realized something else about the circumstances of their peeing.

    Keeping her smile, Corrin leaned over to Robin and whispered, “Are you still…?”

    “Y-yes…” Robin whispered back.

    Corrin then looked at the point where Anna’s legs met the water. “And she’s standing right where…”

    “It… would appear so.” Robin blushed as she imagined the warm cloud of waste forming around Anna’s feet.

    A few seconds passed where they did not speak, letting Anna continue photographing them as passionately as she fought, all while muttering to herself about sales, swimsuits, and her pesky sisters not being able to stop her this time.

    “Should we say something?” Robin asked.

    Corrin took a moment before replying. “I think some things are better left unsaid.”

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    Every time the Shepherds stopped and set up camp, within minutes, there would be a melodic humming that was heard all throughout the clearing. Consistently, the sound was Anna, engaging in one of her favorite pastimes: setting up shop. No one knew how the trickster did it, but she managed to cart around a stall and wares with her wherever the team went. On one hand, it was convenient to always have weapons and items available wherever they were from a trustworthy merchant, but at the same time, Anna didn't believe in a team discount.

    Still, she was a shopkeep there to serve whenever needed, and was a force on the battlefield as well, so they humored her entrepreneurial tendencies. And at the moment, Robin was approaching her store. Despite having her back turned arranging the shelves, Anna's sixth sense always told her when a customer was nearby, and she faced the tactician with a smile. "What can I do ya for, Robin?"

    He unsheathed a weapon from the scabbard on his back, laying it flat on the wooden board before him. "My sword's starting to crack again. I love the power of silver, but the durability goes downhill fast."

    "I think you'd do better with a Levin Sword, and it just so happens I have one in stock!" She reached under the counter and pulled out the jagged blade.

    "Hm, maybe...I've used one before when an enemy dropped it, but it didn't impress me. I've already got magic for range, the sword is pretty strictly for close-range combat. Then again, it was pretty powerful..." His mumbling grew quieter as he began considering "magic stats" and "growth potential", until he hit something in his rambling that broke him out of it, and he looked at the broker again, suspiciously. "If you're suggesting it, I can assume it's markedly more expensive?"

    Anna winked and put her index finger on the edge of her mouth, a trademark pose she always pulled whenever someone questioned her methods. "Of course! I'm trying to make a living here!"

    "Alright, I've got a question for you. The Shepherds are working to save the world, the very same world you live in, how can you morally justify charging us for your services at all? What if we fall in battle because we weren't able to arm ourselves with proper weapons?"

    Anna rolled her eyes, with the number of teammates she had, this was not the first time she had heard this line of reasoning. "Then I've got a question for you too, smarty. Say I suddenly make everything free of charge for you heroes, what force is there to stop you from taking all my wares, besides 'honor'? Without any profits, I'm paying for restocks out of pocket, and selling out immediately after receiving. Afterwards, you win and the world is saved. I'm now out of product and without money. Whether you succeed or fail, I lose."

    "But is that so bad? Money isn't the only thing that matters in this world."

    "What?!" The red-haired vendor reeled back in pure offense. "How is money not the driving force of the world? It buys food, housing, clothing, and, for the right price with the right people, life, death, and sex. Every one of humanity's necessities is locked behind gold, which makes it the most important factor to survival."

    "I feel like one of those doesn't match your point. Very well, but nothing stops those capable from living off the land, feeding off game and wild fruit, drinking from rivers, and building shelter from branches and moss. It's no natural law that everything has monetary cost."

    "Only because we haven't found a way to charge for it yet. I guarantee you, once we can put a price on air, we will."

    "If I'm being honest, you're scaring me. The idea that life will only belong to the rich one day? I don't want to believe it, if only for my own sanity. I choose to think the essentials will always be free to those willing to work for it."

    Anna laid her elbow on the wooden bar that separated the two, and bent over to place her chin in her outstretched palm. "Aw, that's nice. Guess what? Your sword isn't an 'essential'. 800 gold."

    Robin sighed, exasperatingly reaching into his pocket and pulling out his money pouch. "Fine. But don't think I'm finished attempting to change your mind." He placed a handful of coins in front of her, and walked away.

    Counting the gold, the satisfied merchant called back to her customer. "Better men have tried!"

    Frankly, that conversation gave Robin a lot to think about. Mostly about the nature of human morality, whether they as a species were corrupt enough to truly attempt monetizing bodily needs just because they could. But that was a thesis for later, his current concern was much smaller in scope. "There has to be a way to convince Anna her materialistic outlook is naive."

    Anna was the kind of girl that believed in nothing more than gold and actions. Despite how handily he would win, a wordy debate would do nothing to convince her of anything. She needed some event to impart a moral. Somehow, Robin doubted a suitable circumstance would occur naturally, which meant he needed to set it up somehow. He racked his brain coming up with a proper scenario, but fell short, with every plan missing a few steps.

    That is, until his aimless wandering halfway across the camp put him in front of the Shepherds' master of hexes and curses, Tharja. Suddenly, the final piece of the puzzle was in place. Robin's face contorted into a sinister grin as he approached the dark mage, not realizing his new expression matched her crazy demeanor. "Tharja, can you do me a favor?"

    Upon hearing the tactician's voice, the sorceress stopped everything she was doing to place all her attention on him. "I will do anything you ask of me, Robin, my love."

    "...I'll just ignore that last part. I know you can place hexes on people, but can you do the same to inanimate objects?"

    "The only reason I don't do inanimate curses is because they're too easy. And it's much more fun to watch a person suffer."

    "I'll ignore that last part again," Robin offered, starting to be a little creeped out by Tharja, as most usually were. "I've got a specific plan in mind, and I need your help to make it work."

    ---------------

    The day was coming to a close, and of course Anna was still manning the store. Though, with nothing to do, she was passing the time by polishing her personal sword. Despite making no noise, the merchant still looked up as Tharja approached the stand. "Sorry, I don't have much in terms of dark magic tomes, and it'd take more than you're worth to afford my services as test subject."

    "Robin's busy, he asked me to pick up his sword."

    Ordinarily, Anna's policy was that only the customer could retrieve their goods, but she was aware that Tharja and Robin knew each other. "Alright, give me a second." She knelt to the ground, digging through various items, until she pulled the silver sword out and placed it on the counter. True to her reputation, the weapon was shining, it looked new.

    With her typical sinister eyes, Tharja reached for the sword, with Anna still touching the smooth metal. As soon as the mage's fingers brushed against the silver, the shopkeeper felt a shock go up her arm, as she recoiled back in surprise with a yelp. Static electricity, perhaps? It was a plausible explanation, but one could never be too careful when this woman was involved, she was scary holding up the weapon now. Maybe it was good she didn't wield blades, she always looked like she'd stab you in the back when she held one. As she walked away, Anna couldn't help but feel there'd be a few less Shepherds by the time Tharja gave up the sword.

    "What did she do to me," she wondered aloud. There was no question that she had been cursed with something, the concern was what the effect would be. So far, she didn't feel any different, same as always.

    Okay, maybe there was some feeling less than ideal in her body. "Man, I should really close the shop every once in a while. I need to take a leak." It was unlikely this was the grand curse, she had been running the stand long enough that it was perfectly reasonable she'd need to pee now.

    Well, it wasn't getting any better sitting around, so she hung a small sign over the counter reading "closed". It pained her to step away and lose potential sales, but she was only human. But she wasn't going to abandon her goods for long, with some of the Shepherds' being notoriously "less than honest". With the wide back wall, her place of business also doubled as excellent cover to do her business. With no one looking, not that she considered this such a private action, she took the chance and ducked behind the barrier.

    In the shade, Anna was more than ready to provide some precipitation to the soil. She pulled the pin on her belt out of the hole keeping it tight around her waist, the two ends flapping against the fronts of her legs. She gripped the handle to her zipper between her thumb and index fingers, and gently pushed to bring the connector down to the bottom of its track. Unfortunately, the force accomplished nothing, as the grip didn't budge.

    "Hate when this happens," she mumbled. This wasn't the first time her pants had refused to come down, though they never stayed stuck for long. She doubled down, pressed her fingers closed until the zipper was leaving an indentation in her skin, and thrust her hand down with all her strength. Once again, she had nothing to show for it, aside from hurting her shoulder when her hand slipped off and flew down, almost to her feet.

    "Crap!" No zipper had ever resisted Anna's full-force pull before, and repeated, frantic tugs were doing no more good. She started crossing her legs, a bad sign if she had no way to undress. Her pants were specifically tight and form-fitting, in order to show off more of her "assets" and entice customers to return to her in the future. Therefore, there was no chance they would come off unless they were loosened, something she had no idea how to do now, and not much time to figure it out before her body did what it needed to, without her consent.

    Wiggling her butt violently, with nothing else she could do, Anna finally realized what had happened. This was Tharja's curse, making her zipper immovable. Noticeably tamer than her usual work, granted, but it was hard to look on the bright side with a bladder so full, it hurt. "I am going to make her pay! And I'm not talking about collecting a tab!" While it was difficult to accept that she had entered nature's bathroom and was leaving without accomplishing anything, she took a deep breath, sucked it up, and marched off to find the mage that blighted her.

    Nothing would stop her anger, but there was one elusive question eating away at her. "Why would Tharja do this?" Yes, she'd test her spells on unsuspecting comrades, but she never even toyed with spells this simple. She had to have a plan in mind or this would just be a waste. Anna could figure this out, Tharja was predictable, not like Robin.

    "Robin..." That's right, Tharja had outright said she was on a task from the tactician. It was still possible she had taken the request to kill two wyverns with one Elwind, but the pieces were fitting together much better with the assumption Robin was the mastermind. After all, the last they had seen of each other was an argument, a jesting one to be sure, but still some kind of bad terms. Perhaps this was Robin's way of teaching a lesson. She had to hope this wasn't the way he treated his children.

    Regardless, Anna wasn't going to let this slide. She was going to find the one that put her in such a painful predicament, tell him off, and get her money's worth out of it. And it just so happened, the man himself passed right in front of her. "Hey!" Hearing the call, Robin correctly assumed it was for him, and he faced the woman he had wronged, who was not letting up on the accusation. "I'll give you a chance to explain what you did to me, but watch your words carefully!"

    Despite her hard adherence to personal code, Anna was usually quite affable, so this boiling frustration was a stark contrast. He knew he was facing his due comeuppance, but Robin wasn't done with his scheme. He shrugged and shook his head. "I'm just putting what you said into practice. You need to pay to pee." He held out a palm and gestured his fingers towards himself. "20 gold."

    "Fine." She reached into her pocket and pulled out exact change, holding the coins out in front of her. "Here you go."

    Robin had no idea how to respond to that. He didn't take the money, just stared at Anna, confused. "You're...really going to pay me? Over something this stupid?"

    "I know what I said earlier, and I'm not a hypocrite. If you want to be brave enough to take this gamble, make every one of the Shepherds your enemy, charging for something that used to be free, I'll respect your capitalistic endeavor. It's up to you to decide whether you can afford to take that plunge."

    "Whether I can afford it? What about you? You're the one that has to pay."

    "And your rate is 20 gold. That's chump change. All I have to do is make more than 60 gold per day, and I'm still turning a profit."

    "But..." Robin was dumbfounded, he wasn't expecting this plan to go so...right. "That's not how this is supposed to work! You're supposed to realize what you were claiming before was wrong, apologize, and I dispel the curse now that you've learned your lesson!"

    "Maybe in those fairy tale stories you read to your kids at bedtime..."

    "How young do you think my children are?"

    "...but that's not how real business works. Speaking of, I've got your fee, so hurry up and let me take my pants off, before I'll have wasted my money." Either to accentuate the point or just coincidentally, Anna began stepping rapidly in place, repeatedly balling her hands into fists at her sides and stretching them out, carefully keeping all twenty coins in her palm.

    The tactician had no idea if his plan had worked or failed, a nearly impossible conundrum, it could very well be either depending on how deep one wished to look. He had no intention of taking any money from Anna, but she wouldn't learn anything if she got away scot-free, so he closed the distance between the two and let her drop the metal coins into his grasp. It was really the only way to salvage anything out of this. "Very well. Tharja!"

    Tharja poked her head out from behind a nearby tree, it would have looked perfectly staged if Robin didn't jump in surprise at her presence. He only regained his composure as Tharja sulked over to the two of them. "Will you please remove the curse?"

    "You never said anything about removing it manually."

    "I'm sure I did. Does it matter anyway?"

    "I set up this hex to only dispel on its own, after a few hours."

    "What?!" Just hearing that created another spike in Anna's bladder, one that forced her trembling legs together, and her wrists to press hard against the zipper causing her current agony. "I can't hold it that long!"

    Robin turned to Tharja, with a concerned look on his face. "There's really nothing you can do?" Tharja looked at him blankly, and he sighed. "I'm so sorry, Anna. This is my fault." He held his hand out and open, offering the gold coins. "You can have this back."

    "Really? You offer refunds?" She was in pain, angry and not in a good mood, but that action somehow still made her giggle. An action she soon regretted, as the laughter shook her body in ways she really didn't want, it was enough stress to temporarily overpower her, and a tiny bit of urine found its way into her underwear. "Eep!" With that unpleasant feeling, she gripped between her legs as hard as she could, tapping one of her feet rapidly.

    "So, what are you going to do," Robin asked.

    "Well, it's looking pretty impossible, but I'm not just giving up. Who knows, maybe the delivery will arrive just in time." She gave a coy smile, but the rest of her face was on the verge of tears. She wasn't fooling anyone, she had no faith in her own ability anymore. But if she was going to put on a brave face, that was her business. The question was, how long could her stone wall facade last?

    As it turned out, not very long at all. Once the conversation had ended, and Anna collected her gold, the merchant hobbled back to her shop, thankfully without anyone around to see her. She was no longer in the right state of mind to run the store, she couldn't even properly distract herself without seriously risking cutting her remaining time. Instead of climbing back behind the counter, she simply leaned on the wall behind the shack, doing everything in her power to hold herself. It wasn't helping much, each passing moment making her feel closer to bursting.

    Very few would have the fortitude to even last this long, most would rather wet their pants by now instead of deal with this pain. Anna was waiting it out, if only because she had nothing else to do, but also because of the small glimmer that she could actually hold it out. There was no clear idea of exactly how long before the curse wore off, so maybe she had endured for hours now and it was only a few more minutes. Doing nothing also masked the time she had already spent suffering, it felt far longer than reality. The fact that her panties were incredibly wet also didn't help, not just because it was uncomfortable, but because it meant she was leaking at a frequency not possible unless she was right on the brink, a possibility she didn't want to believe.

    She'd need to accept it soon, however, because it was happening. And she had only lasted fifteen minutes, not that she knew. The constant poundings of her bladder were like the drums of war, signaling the onslaught her pants were about to receive, and she no longer had the strength to resist. The constant dribbles elevated into a steady stream that soaked through her underwear in a second, spreading across the crotch and down the legs of her dark red pants. In the blink of an eye, her lower half was drenched.

    "Damn." That was the only word she could say, not just because it easily described her disdain in one simple word, but it was the only coherent sentence she was able to manage. Every other thought was taken up by pure, unfettered relief. Everything she had contained up until now, that had caused her so much misery, was flooding out in a concentrated surge. No way around it, to a girl not so easily ashamed, this felt amazing.

    Well, it was a little embarrassing, that's why she had even bothered holding off this long. Of course Anna would have been happier if she could get her pants off in time and squat, very few wanted to pee themselves, this was still a failure in a sense. It was just that she was a woman without any high standards to hold herself to. She had an accident, nothing could change that, but it didn't diminish her self-worth in any way. Besides the physical unpleasantness, the mental worry was only enough to break a blush on her cheeks.

    Just enjoying the good of the moment, and further proving her inability to recognize time passing, it felt near instantaneous before she emptied, when it was over a minute in reality. In her perception, she spent longer gasping for breath after it was over, her first full thought in quite some time only came out following that. "Wow...wow, I was really bursting." Reaffirming something she knew, she had experienced it, but the giant puddle that had yet to seep into the dirt beneath her boots was fantastic visual proof.

    Anna tried pulling her zipper again, just out of curiosity, she'd feel awful if it turned out it was freed once more. Thankfully, in a sense, it was still unmovable, she had done the best she could. "Yeah, I wasn't making that. It was worth peeing myself." The afterglow of intense desperation ending was sublime, the merchant felt nothing but happiness despite a totally drenched ass, crotch, and legs, basically all her lady advantages were tainted.

    That's right, she was supposed to be angry at Robin, for putting her in a situation where she had no choice but to wet her pants, that was humiliating. Still, Anna was not a high-strung girl, it hadn't cost her anything besides some now-gone bladder pain and some mildly inconvenient soaking. She could wash her clothes and all this would be behind her, no real loss. Of course, that meant no gain either, so it was a waste of time, and time is money. She could be frustrated by that, unless it turned out there was a way to repackage this into something positive. "That's it!"

    ---------------

    Hours had passed, nighttime had fallen, and while most of the Shepherds were hanging around the campfire, Robin was looking for Anna. He had something he wanted to say to her for a while now, get it off his chest, but he had no idea how to approach her now. He had only just worked up the courage to confront her, though the fact that she was still in the home territory of her shop was a little intimidating, with only a lantern to illuminate her in the darkness. It was only enough light to see that she had discovered the hex's dissipation, and had changed pants. "Listen, Anna...I don't know how to properly apologize for what I've done. I only hope you can find it in you to forgive me, but I understand if you can't. I'll do whatever I need to make it up to you."

    The fact that Anna hadn't acknowledged Robin was worrying, to say the least, but she responded while poking around in her stall. "I'm not mad, Robin. Though I hope you learned a lesson from all this."

    "Yeah. Don't try and charge for human needs." It took him too long to realize what his point was, with the only excuse being he was distracted, he only objected a few seconds later. "Wait, that's what my point already was! I just proved myself right!"

    "Eh, it didn't mean anything anyway," she dismissed. "Besides, I got a good new product out of it!" She reached below the counter and pulled out the aforementioned item. It took a second for Robin to identify it, probably because he didn't want to believe it, but there was no doubt: they were Anna's panties, stretched out to full view with her thumbs pulling on the waistbands. They were red and black, frilly, low-cut, and most strikingly, soaking wet. "Thanks for the idea."

    "Don't be crediting me for this. What in Naga's name is your drenched underwear supposed to accomplish?"

    "Once word spreads, this'll be a hot commodity! The panties used by a woman as attractive as me? And since you inspired it, I'll give you a deal. Half off. 10,000 gold."

    "Ten-thousand is half off?! How can you expect to sell anything with a price that ludicrous?!"

    "You were pretty celibate before getting married, so I don't blame you for not knowing, but sexual items like this are worth a whole lot. There are a lot of rich men with no means of release that'll pay prices like that. Or those with less money that will save up for this. That's why it's important they're wet, it makes them more special. Kinky stuff like this is harder to find." She winked and stuck her tongue out a little to the side of her mouth.

    "So you admit you're trying to sell me something inherently sexual? Tiki's already threatened to eat you, do you want a second dragon on that list?"

    "Don't forget, I'm not angry, but you still owe me. 'I'll do whatever I need to make it up to you', I believe were your exact words."

    Robin threw his arms up in defeat. "I give up. There's no point bargaining with you. Forget I said anything about being sorry." He walked away, dejected and a little unclean, but nothing was dampening Anna's spirits. All she needed to do was make this item known in shadier markets, and she'd be positively swimming in gold.

  3. Latest Entry

    By Kirito ,

    Hello everyone, it's updates time again! This time I have two major site changes to share with you all.

     

    Introducing: Clubs!

    What are Clubs? They are essentially similar to an older "Groups" system OmoOrg had once in its earlier days, but much more modern. They serve as a way to neatly categorize some of the sites sub-genres into a single uniformed section of the site.

    You can see a good demonstration of this system in the new Diapers and Ageplay group, where the previous Omutsu General forum and Omutsu gallery subcategories have already been migrated over:

    As of right now, there are only two official groups (the Diapers and Ageplay group and the Furry Fandom group), but we are likely to adopt more in the future. If you have any suggestions for a group you would personally like to see, let us know!

     

    Gallery Updates

    Finally, the sites Gallery system has undergone some much needed reorganization. You will find that everything is now sorted into three primary categories:

    • Anime CG and Artwork
    • Manga & Doujinshi
    • Personal photography

    Each of these primary categories have subsections for gender specific content, and that's it. No more needlessly complicated duplicate categories for personal artwork, photo sets and so on!

    The Personal photography category is a brand new category for members to share their own personal Omorashi photos in! Please be sure to read the rules before uploading here - this category is only for personal photos of yourself or your spouse/partner that you have permission to upload.

    Photos you upload here can even be embedded into your posts elsewhere on the forum (such as in the Wetting Experiences section) - all you have to do is paste a link to it in and it will automagically work!

    Note: For the time being, only Established Members and up will have permission to upload to this category. Over time, it will be opened up to lower ranking members.

  4. (Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation… probably. Also contains my interpretation of their off-stage personalities since that’s never shown in the official game.)

     

    Inkopolis Square, the most happening part of the city, was buzzing with activity today. Inklings, the squid and kid hybrids that made up much of the city’s population, bustled about in numbers greater than usual, and for good reason. Today was the day of the Splatfest, the city’s most popular event, where inklings would pick sides and compete in turf wars to win prizes and bragging rights for their team.

    But first, they would need to know what these sides were, and they would soon get their answer. The big screen hanging on the Deca Tower flicked on, and a snazzy logo soon gave way to two hosts in front of a large ground floor window and another TV screen.

    “Y’all know what time it is!” said Pearl the inkling, who lounged in a comfy chair.

    “It’s Off the Hook, coming at you live from Inkopolis Square!” said Marina the octoling, standing behind a DJ turntable.

    “I hope none of you forgot what day it is today!”

    Marina giggled. “How could anyone forget? It’s Splatfest Day at last!”

    “Right on! Speaking of forgetting, how about we remind our viewers what debate tonight’s Splatfest is gonna decide?”

    “Good idea! Tonight’s Splatfest is all about…” Marina scratched the turntable in time to the music. The TV behind them then switched to two drawings, one of a coffee pot on the left, and the other of a fancy cup with the string of a tea bag coming out on the right.

    “It’s the clash of caffeinated concoctions!” said Pearl, “Are you a fan of the morning joe?”

    “Or is a cup of tea more your speed?”

    “I still don’t get how you can enjoy that junk.” Pearl pointed at her co-host. “Tea is such a boring drink. Coffee is better in every way!”

    “No way! Coffee is gross,” said a pouting Marina. “No matter what you add to it, it always tastes like boiled dirt. But tea is so smooth and comforting, I could drink it all day!”

    “Isn’t boiled dirt basically what tea is? Also, you can’t beat coffee for your daily caffeine fix. That’s why they call it the best part of waking up!”

    “But then it makes you crash in the middle of the day,” said Marina, “And aren’t you a little young to be drinking that stuff anyway?”

    Pearl crossed her arms behind her head. “Pfft, what makes you say that?”

    “Well, it’s just that coffee stunts your growth when you’re young, and I don’t think you need that stunted more than it already is.”

    “O-Oh yeah!?” Pearl stammered, shaking her head like a toddler throwing a tantrum. “Well, aren’t you a little young to be wearing an outfit like that?”

    “W-what’s my outfit have anything to do with this?” Marina put a hand on her top, which was little more than a partially-unzipped leather bra.

    “I’m just looking out for you. Wouldn’t want you to spill a hot cup of tea and get third-degree burns all over.”

    “I am more than capable of holding a cup, thank you very much!”

    Pearl turned back to the camera. “Whatever, we’ll let the viewers decide the better beverage.”

    Marina returned to her regular meek smile. “Right, remember to go to the booth and sign up for your team to receive your special Splatfest t-shirt.”

    “And don’t worry, fans of the beans.” Pearl threw her arms up in celebration. “As a special for tonight, we’ll have free coffee available to help you get your splat on all night!”

    Marina put her hands together. “Same goes to supporters of Team Tea. There’ll be more flavors and varieties than you could shake an inkbrush at!”

    “But before we get to enjoy all that, let’s get everyone up to date on the current rotation.”

    Marina nodded. “Yup, time to check out the available stages for ranked, unranked, and league play!”

    And so, the rest of the show went along normally, with Pearl breaking down each stage and Marina leaving a chirpy but snarky remark as dictated by the teleprompter. Before long, they were already at the closing segment.

    “And that’s all the time we’ve got!” said Pearl, hopping out of her seat while Marina moved the turntable aside. “Until next time…”

    “Don’t get cooked, stay off the hook!” they both declared as they smiled and struck a pose together.

    A few seconds passed before the red light on the camera turned off. “Alright girls, good work this morning!” said their manager from his seat. “Go ahead and take a few minutes to yourselves, then we’ll start prepping for the Splatfest.”

    “Thank you, everybody!” said Marina while the camera crew cleared out. Pearl merely shot them a smile and a “rock on” gesture.

    As soon as they were alone in the room, their only witnesses the inklings and jellyfish looking in from outside, the girls sat down at a nearby table. Pearl poured herself a cup of coffee from a fresh pot while Marina grabbed a glass of iced tea. “Big night ahead of us,” started Pearl, “This might be our only chance to kick back until tomorrow. You excited?”

    “Of course! Splatfests always get my ink pumping like nothing else.” Marina’s cheerful grin lowered to a sheepish smile. “By the way, I know I say this every time, but I hope I wasn’t too mean with some of my lines. Sometimes, I think the teleprompter is trying to make me sound like a… you know.”

    “Nah, it’s cool.” Pearl waved it off with a hand. “I couldn’t make it this far in the business if I didn’t know how to take some ribbing.”

    Marina stared at her glass for a moment. “I mean, it’s just that you’re the first and best friend I’ve had since I came to Inkopolis, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m being ungrateful.”

    Pearl chuckled. “You kidding? I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me not wanna be your friend.”

    “W-wait, you really mean that?” said Marina, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks.

    “For realsies, Marina. You can chillax on that front, okay? Now how about we talk about some of the fashion disasters competing today? I saw one kid wearing a paintball mask, a tank top, and get this, socks with sandals!” Pearl busted out laughing. “It’s like, does that gear have good stats, or did he forget to do his laundry?”

    “No way!” said Marina, finding herself giggling as well. She had to admit, Pearl always knew how to cheer her up and put her worries at ease. She took another sip of tea and listened to Pearl go on about fashion-blind inklings and whatnot in contentment. Tonight’s Splatfest was gonna be great; she couldn’t think of anything that could possibly spoil it.

     


     

    Ohh, I drank too much tea.

    Night had come, and the Splatfest was in full swing. As always, Marina enjoyed a great view of the festivities from the stage atop the Deca Tower lobby. Inklings, jellyfish, and other creatures danced and cheered underneath bright neon lights while fireworks lit up the sky. Pearl danced and rapped in front of her, lost in her own tune, while the octoling worked the turntables to make the freshest beats in all of Inkopolis.

    This would all normally bring Marina nothing but pleasant feelings and memories, the kind that make her feel tingly all over for days afterwards. Right now, however, all she could think about was the large quantity of tea she had drunk over the course of the day. As much as she liked tea, she had forgotten about its pesky diuretic properties in lieu of focusing on the Splatfest. As such, even though she had made sure to use the bathroom before going on stage, her bladder was already demanding to be emptied a mere couple hours later.

    Marina quietly thanked the fact that the current song was more focused on Pearl than her. With most of the attention on her friend, she could squeeze her legs and bounce in place to ease the strain, if only just a little. Still, she doubted she could last much longer at her current pace, especially if they played any tunes that required her to do some dancing.

    Speaking of, Marina had kept a close eye on Pearl as a way to distract herself from the constant pressure, and she had noticed something off about her friend. Sure, she was dancing and rapping to keep the crowd energized, but her movements seemed a little stiffer than normal, and her voice had hints of being forced.

    Don’t tell me she needs to pee, too? Marina wondered. She couldn’t think of any other explanation, as Pearl didn’t seem ill before the show started. Then again, all that coffee may just be making her too jittery to perform at her best. She would have to check up on her as soon as they could get off the stage.

    And as luck would have it, a few seconds after Pearl landed the big finish for the tune, the girls heard their manager speaking through their earpieces. “Alright ladies, there’s another televised match comin’ up. Come on down and take a few minutes to yourself.”

    Nodding together, Pearl waved to the audience and yelled “Okay, kids and squids! We’ll be back in a few, so keep this party going until then!” Meanwhile, Marina put the turntables on standby and shot one last smile to the audience before they departed.

    The moment they were offstage and out of view, Pearl dropped her grin. “Ugh, I was starting to think we'd never get a break tonight.”

    “Me too!” Marina glanced at her friend. “Um, are you feeling alright?”

    “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” asked Pearl, raising an eyebrow.

    “Well, you seemed a little... stiff out there.”

    “What do you mean ‘stiff’? I'm as fresh as ever!” Pearl raised her arms in a pose.

    A moment passed while the two stared at each other, but then Pearl suddenly gasped and brought her arms down and her legs together.

    “That doesn’t look very fresh to me,” said Marina.

    “Okay, so I gotta whiz pretty bad,” replied a fidgeting Pearl, “I don’t know how I made it through those last couple tunes.” Her eyes lowered into a glare. “If you’re gonna snark about it, can you make it quick?”

    “No no, I wasn’t gonna do that!” Marina waved her hands. “Actually, I really gotta go, too.”

    “Wait, seriously?”

    Marina nodded and put her hands to her groin. “All that tea went through me like a shot from a charger. I even went before we started and everything.”

    “Then why are we standing here complaining about it?” Pearl turned in the direction of the studio and took off. “Last one to the bathroom is a rotten salmonid egg!”

    “Hey, no fair!” the octoling yelled back while she ran after her. In truth, she wasn’t too happy about the impromptu race as it would tire her out, but at least this way, it would get her to the toilets that much quicker. She allowed herself to smile knowing that relief was only a few moments away.

     


     

    “What do you mean the toilets are broken!?”

    Pearl glared and tapped her foot at the jellyfish repairman standing next to the restrooms, the door closed and a big “Do not enter” sign in front of it.

    “Bluh, apology for the inconveniencing,” said Jelonzo, “Pipe has busting all over floor. Entire plumbing being shut down in order to make the fixing. Please to understand.”

    “You should understand there’s gonna be a lot more liquid on the floor if you don’t let us in there!” Pearl’s brow furrowed so much, Marina worried that it would be permanently stuck that way.

    “Very not advised, miss kid-squid,” said Jelonzo, putting up two of his tentacles. “Commode is having no water to flush. Also bad smell, I am told. Am very happy jellyfish not have nose right now.”

    “Urgh, you have to be squidding me! I just used them before the Splatfest!”

    Seeing that this was going nowhere fast, Marina put her hand on Pearl’s shoulder, leaving the other one near her groin. “Hey, forget about it. Let’s just go use the porta-potties outside. I know they always set some up for Splatfests near the square.”

    Pearl turned to her while still frowning. “But we’re super-popular celebrities, Marina. The instant we go outside, we’ll get stampeded with autographs and selfie requests. Not that I mind that normally, but we’d never get close to the toilets.”

    “I know, but we don’t have any other choice.” Marina rested a finger on her chin. “If only there was a way to hide while we waited in line.”

    Pearl wiggled her hips side to side. “Well, we better come up with something fast. I’d rather we didn’t have to make a wardrobe change in the middle of a concert.”

    “Wait, that’s it!” Marina exclaimed, her eyes lit up.

    “What is it?” asked Pearl. “Please don’t suggest we actually wet ourselves and change clothes.”

    “No, our wardrobe department! They have all kinds of costumes. There’s gotta be something we can disguise ourselves with in there.”

    Pearl gasped in realization. “Holy carp, you’re right! Why didn’t I think of that?”

    “The staff might still be in there organizing for the next show,” said Marina, turning in the direction of the department. “Come on, before we have to get back on stage!”

    “Don’t have to tell me twice,” said Pearl as they ran off, leaving Jelonzo alone in the hallway. He rubbed the back of his head and sighed.

    “I wondering if Jelfonzo maybe having room for other fish of jelly at shop.”

     


     

    “How’s the coast?” asked Pearl.

    Marina glanced around the corner of the square. Inklings continued to party and dance about to the music despite the stars not currently performing.

    “It’s busy, but everyone’s distracted. I think if we keep our heads down, we can reach the toilets,” she replied.

    “Then let’s move! My ink tank is ready to blow.”

    As quickly and inconspicuously as they could, the duo walked into the square, revealing their “disguises,” as they could generously be called. Marina had put on sunglasses and a bandanna around her mouth, while Pearl hid her face behind a paintball mask. Aside from this, their outfits were completely unchanged, partly because they didn’t have time to change into and out of full disguises and still get back on stage, but mostly because they didn’t want to hassle with them inside the porta-potties.

    Even more suspicious was the stiff way they walked, the urge to pee having grown too strong to let them walk normally. Instead, their upper legs rubbed together and at least one hand remained on their groin at all times.

    But whether nobody looked in their direction or their disguises actually worked, they soon crossed the entire square without drawing any attention. Despite their bladders weighing them down, both girls allowed themselves to smile from their success.

    “Wait, that actually worked? Noice!” said Pearl while they walked.

    “I told you we’d be fine,” said Marina. “And look, the bathrooms are just around this corner.” She pointed at a sign set up by the committee with an arrow and the restroom symbols.

    Pearl immediately broke into a jog upon hearing this, rounding the corner. “Oh man, I can't wait to get in there, sit on that throne, and… what the shell!?”

    “What’s wrong?” Marina quickly caught up to her, but she didn't have to finish turning the corner to see the problem. “Oh no…”

    Lines. Long ones, at least fifteen inklings if not more in front of every toilet. Worse still, many of them, boys and girls alike, had varying combinations of crossed legs, hands on their groins, slight forward bend, and hopping in place. It seemed that the singers were not the only ones who had been affected by all the coffee and tea, and the committee in charge of preparing the square did not anticipate this.

    “W-what are we supposed to do now?” asked Pearl.

    “I… don’t know,” was all Marina could say. What could they do? These were the only open bathrooms she knew were nearby, but there was no way they would have enough time or strength to stand in line for that long. With how desperate everyone else looked, she doubted they could use their celebrity status to cut in line, not to mention all the other problems attempting that could make. For the first time that night, Marina found herself at a complete loss of ideas.

    As she wondered while shaking her hips, both singers soon took notice of one of the girls standing in line, whose fidgeting had suddenly grown more frantic. She bounced from one foot to the other, both hands firmly pressed into her shorts while frantically looking around in panic. Then, just as quickly, she stood completely still, then slowly fell onto her knees and bottom. A puddle pooled around her and tears ran down her cheeks while a boy standing behind her put his hand on her shoulder and tried saying comforting words to her.

    Perhaps out of a subconscious sympathy or from added visual stimuli, the sight of someone letting go sent a signal to the duo’s bladders, and they soon felt a warm dribble hit their underwear. “Eep!” they both squeaked, instantly joining the rest of the crowd in their collective potty dance. Whatever speed their minds were racing at before doubled in a heartbeat.

    “Aah, I can’t take this anymore!” declared Pearl. She turned and ran off down a side street, hands firmly on her groin.

    “Pearl, wait up!” Marina yelled as she gave chase, their disguises flying off in the rush.

    The chase went on for a couple minutes, taking them through several winding streets and side roads. Despite the pounding pain from her bladder and the fatigue of running, Marina refused to let her friend out of sight. Her need to pee may have been powerful, but her concern for Pearl’s well-being was just a little stronger.

    “Where are you going!?” she yelled out as they turned onto yet another empty alley.

    “I-I don't know, somewhere!” replied Pearl, whose run had deteriorated into a half-jog, half-waddle. “Th-there's gotta be an open bathroom, or a bush, or a dumpster or, or-!”

    At that moment, Pearl gasped and her talking and running came to a dead stop, allowing Marina to finally catch up to her. “Pearl?” she asked in a half-whisper once directly behind her.

    Pearl responded with only a small whimper. Marina opened her mouth to say something else, but it would not come to be. A bright flash from a firework exploding behind them lit up the dark alley, showing everything she needed to see.

    A dark patch had grown on the insides of Pearl’s pink tights, steadily making its way down her legs, some of it leaking through the fabric and dripping away. There was no denying it: Pearl had lost the battle and was now giving her pants and underwear a very unfresh dye job.

    Marina could feel nothing but sympathy for her friend. She reached out towards Pearl, wanting to comfort her in some way, any way she could.

    “Oohh!” Pearl suddenly moaned and twitched, making Marina retract her hand. The next moment, the octoling picked up a faint hissing noise and the sound of liquid hitting the ground. Pearl had fully surrendered to her bladder’s demands and fully opened the floodgates. The drops coming from between Pearl’s legs turned into a tiny stream dribbling all over the place. Meanwhile, the streaks on her legs grew bigger and farther, reaching all the way into her shoes.

    But immediately after witnessing this, Marina let out a gasp herself. The warmth in her shorts grew bigger, and no amount of clenching she could muster would stop it. Exhausted from all the running and pressure battering it, her bladder could no longer hold it all back, letting out a slow but steady leak.

    Everything that had transpired up to this point rendered Marina’s mind blank. Things like modesty or her celebrity status no longer mattered to her. She was simply a girl who needed to pee, and she was going to pee now. As such, she beared no mind to their location as she yanked her pants and underwear and proceeded to lower herself to the ground.

    But she didn’t even make it that far when her body fully cut loose, releasing a powerful stream of a slightly-tinted oil-like liquid onto the ground. Still only halfway to a squat, her knees bent and bottom angled so the pee splattered slightly behind her, Marina froze in place and allowed nature to run its course right where she stood.

    The pleasure was immediate, spreading a relieving tingling sensation from her groin to the rest of her body, and she could not help but smile without shame. She felt a word on her tongue, and let it out in a long sigh, as it was the only one that could perfectly describe her feelings in that moment.

    “Woomy.”

    Even as her pee went on and on, lasting twenty, then thirty, then forty seconds and beyond, Marina continued to enjoy her potty time. It was only when the stream began to taper off that the reality of her situation came to her. She was a famous singer who had just undressed and peed in a public location, her rear end sticking out the whole time and her puddle growing large enough to reach the back of her shoes. A streak of pink lit up her brown face as she pulled her pants back up, wincing at the extra wetness but thankful that her shorts were black and rather thick.

    Just as she was modest again, another whimper from Pearl reminded Marina of her friend’s less fortunate outcome. She brought her attention back to Pearl and saw what she had expected to see: saturated leggings, a sizeable puddle that reached her boots, and her back still turned, not moving a muscle.

    “Um, Pearl?” Marina asked.

    “What?” Her voice came in a low, blunt tone.

    “Do you n-need my help?”

    “No.”

    “Are you sure? What if I-”

    “I said I don’t want it!” Pearl turned around, revealing not just an angry scowl, but eyes full of tears. The sight caused Marina to be taken aback; never before had she seen Pearl so upset.

    “W-what?” she slowly mumbled.

    “I pissed myself, okay!? I s-s-soaked my pants because I’m a stupid kid who c-can’t hold her coffee!” She kicked at the ground, her gaze avoiding the octoling. “Why should I ask for anyone’s help? You’re the one everyone likes. You can hold it like a big girl.”

    Somehow, despite staring into Pearl’s angry and messy face, Marina knew just what to say next. She reached out and took Pearl’s hand into her own.

    “Because friends help each other out, just like how you helped me when I didn’t know a thing about life in Inkopolis,” she said with a smile. “I don’t even wanna think about how many embarrassing moments you helped me through. It’s only right that I help you out, too.”

    A few seconds passed in silence while they let Marina’s speech sink in. “Friend, huh?” Pearl asked with a sniff. “You sure you still wanna be friends with someone who just wet themselves?”

    Marina giggled a bit. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do to make me not want to be your friend.”

    At this, Pearl let out a small gasp, her angry complexion having a hint of fading away. Marina couldn’t help herself, and pulled her friend into a hug. Pearl stood in surprise at first, but it only took a few moments before she raised her arms and returned the hug.

    “You’re not gonna say a word about this, are you?”

    “Not for all the ice cream in the world,” said Marina as she felt the warmth of her friend’s hug spread through her.

    “Cake is still better,” grumbled Pearl.

    “Of course it is.”

    It wasn’t much longer before they let each other go, at which point Marina noticed that Pearl was no longer mad or teary-eyed. She didn’t look very happy at the moment, but at least the worst of it was passed them now.

    “Ugh, so what am I gonna do?” Pearl looked at her soaked legs. “There’s no way I’m not gonna be seen if we go back the way we came.”

    Marina put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, then I guess we’ll just have to take a side road back to the studio. We can get you cleaned up and changed there.”

    “You sure you know where you’re going?”

    Marina pulled out an arrow-shaped cell phone. “As long as the maps on here are up to date.”

    “Now you’re thinking like an inkling.” Pearl chuckled for the first time since her wetting.

    With a smile, Marina turned around. “Alright, now let’s get out of here before somebody finds...” She never finished the sentence, instead choosing to gasp and nearly drop her phone. It didn’t take long for Pearl to see the reason why, either.

    Standing at the end of the alley was an inkling girl, the same one the singers had witnessed wetting herself, her eyes and mouth wide open and her body completely still. There was no telling how long she had been there, but between the puddles and Pearl's pants, there was also no hiding what had transpired.

    All three girls remained motionless for what seemed like forever, their faces burning with blush. Eventually, Marina slowly raised her hand and waved at the girl. “Um, h-hi?”

    The girl’s eyes rolled upwards and she fell to the ground, leaving Pearl and Marina to stare at their fainted fan for a few moments.

    “You wanna know something, Marina?”

    “What is it?”

    “I don’t think we’re gonna make it back on stage in time.”

     

     

  5. "How could my life get any worse?" Shouta Magatsuchi was savvy enough to know bad things happened to whoever tempted fate like that, but the fifth-grade boy honestly believed his words. True, a lot of facets to his existence were going well, his family was fine (whenever he saw them), his grades were good, even his magical talent was impressive for his age. There was just one thing ruining everything, and her name was Quetzalcoatl.

    He had unintentionally summoned her into his home a while back while practicing magic, and she wouldn't leave. If that wasn't bad enough, the way she continued to cling to him was concerning, to put it lightly. She joined him in baths, slept into the same bed, and routinely suffocated him between her not sweater puppies, but full-grown sweater mastiff hounds. She was getting a lot closer to a young boy than most would be allowed, and that meant only one explanation: he had summoned a succubus that wanted to feed on him!

    Quetzalcoatl, or Lucoa, had denied this many times, but Shouta didn't believe it. Aside from her horns, horns a demon would also have, she had no characteristics of the dragon she claimed to be, especially now that Shouta had seen other dragons to compare. Lucoa lacked a tail even when fully exposed, a state he had seen her in too many times to count.

    Okay, maybe he had been growing closer to Lucoa over the months they had lived together, but then she'd do something that would sour his opinion of her again. Right now, the source of his frustration was a Christmas play the dragons' circle of friends was putting on for the elderly home. Even if he wasn't an actor, he wasn't too against that idea. The problem was where the rewrites of this script were going.

    Initially, this was just supposed to be "The Little Match Girl", with Kanna in the title role. A hundred changes later, it now involved Shouta turning into a magical girl in the middle of the show, costume and all. Lucoa didn't even object to the humiliation, she was actually excited to see him in a dress. But everyone else was on board, and they had put so much time and pain into the production, it'd be mean to object now.

    The real embarrassing thing now was, as they were nearing the performance time, Shouta needed help with his costume. He didn't have any idea how to put one of these on, especially not by himself, and he had no other male actors to help. So, he needed Lucoa to dress him, in full wardrobe that required he completely strip down. At least she was accommodating enough to not look when he changed underwear, though he wasn't convinced she didn't peek. It was hard to tell with her eyes always closed.

    With no one looking, Shouta took in how pathetic he looked in this state of undress. They weren't even normal women's underwear like he had seen in his mom's laundry, more like white bloomers. That technically meant they covered more, but they were so...flowery, with all the fabric frills. This was already the most mortifying thing he had ever been subject to, and he hadn't even gone out in front of the crowd yet.

    With no prompting, Lucoa decided it was okay to look now, and she smiled. "Ah, you look adorable, Shouta!"

    Blushing hard, Shouta covered his nude chest with his forearms. "J-just help me put my costume on!" He didn't even want to see it happen, he closed his eyes and held his arms to his sides, opting to just let the demon handle it. He heard fabric rustling and Lucoa humming, leading up to the feeling of the soft material sliding onto his skin, over his torso and arms through the sleeves. It didn't feel like any clothing he had worn before, which wasn't an entirely bad thing, but the association of it being women's clothing made him hate it. Still, he kept quiet and let it happen without argument, if only to be done with it faster.

    "Okay, you're all dressed!" Reluctantly, Shouta opened his eyes, gazing down towards the floor, seeing his body in the process. He had seen the yellow and orange dress before, even worn it for fitting purposes, but he hated how demeaning it was. He groaned and went limp with only enough muscle tension to remain standing. It was so uncomfortable, and the only light at the end of the tunnel was that he'd never need to do this again after today.

    Actually, there just might have been a second source causing the irritation. "Why do I have to pee now," Shouta muttered, sliding the dress through his fingers. If he had the courage to ask before he had changed into this cumbersome costume, it would have been no trouble to visit the bathroom. Now, he'd have to go out in this thing, where he could be seen. He'd rather die than have to walk into the boy's room dressed like a girl. And he still wasn't done, he still needed the old Japanese outfit for the beginning of the show, before he transformed into a magical girl, on top of this. It'd be too much of a hassle to try and remove all of that clothing in a hurry, so either ask now and deal with the shame, or hold it for another half-hour.

    "Is something bothering you, Shouta?" And, Lucoa's presence somewhat limited his options. He couldn't just casually ask for the toilet with her around, even back when it would have been more convenient. If he made something as private as using the bathroom known as a current need, this girl, with her total lack of respect for boundaries, would probably take that as an invitation to join him in the bathroom. That was a line he was not about to let be crossed.

    "N-no, nothing's wrong!" He stood straight, rigid, balling his shivering hands into fists at his sides. "I just want to get this over with as fast as possible!"

    Lucoa raised an eyebrow inquisitively, though her perpetually closed eyes made it more difficult to tell. She had clung to Shouta long enough to know he was usually an honest kid, with no hesitation in telling off the former goddess, a trait she found exciting. It didn't take an interpersonal genius to determine the boy was hiding something, something he wasn't about to share. She wouldn't push it if he wouldn't tell on his own accord. "We'll be back at home, celebrating Christmas together before you know it!"

    "Don't ruin this holiday for me, she-witch!" Shouta would have run away from the temptress, if he didn't still have business in the dressing room. And that was taking up the limited time until curtains, leaving him no time to do his own business. "So I need to hold it...I can do that." Just survive a play and the time it'd take to change back into normal clothes, it wasn't impossible to believe he could handle that.

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    Well, it may not have been an "impossible" task, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be incredibly difficult. At this point, Shouta was undoubtedly, unarguably, unquestionably desperate beyond his wildest imagination. His bladder hurt so bad, positively exuding pain like a burning fire or a stabbing needle many times over, it felt as if he might die, or at least explode. And the worst part was, basically no time had passed. He was still waiting backstage to go out at all, let alone survive the acting. How did it get so bad so fast? Maybe a little too much juice with breakfast?

    Yes, most of the cast was waiting behind the curtains for their cue with him, Shouta still couldn't help but give in to the instinct his bodily need demanded. The most he could do to maintain even the slightest dignity was hide out behind everyone else where they couldn't see him grabbing at his crotch. Unfortunately, beneath multiple layers of costume, his already weak grip was further dampened, as his clothes would also soon be.

    "Ohhh, there's no chance...I'm going to have an accident," he complained, crossing his legs and bouncing. Granted, he recognized it could be worse, he could be having this epiphany on stage with everyone staring. He was still far too old to pee himself, he hadn't gotten this close to the brink in an incredibly long time, back when it was okay for him to wet his pants. This time, he'd be made fun of, and nothing could stop the fact that there'd be a flood.

    The only kind of control he had left was where he'd be letting this one loose. Admittedly, the chance that it'd be all over the costume was growing in likelihood, either due to loss in control or just not caring any longer. Or he could...actually, he had no other ideas. Just let go on purpose and deal with the repercussions as they came. And he was starting to accept that, easing up on holding just a hair.

    Still, even giving up, he didn't want to just do it out in the open. The rest of the cast was more occupied watching Kanna on stage, which also meant Shouta's cue was fast approaching, but they'd look if they heard a leak. Unless, he were to do it a little further away, perhaps in the shadows where he'd be harder to see as well. Like that dark corner behind them, partially obscured by various props and other things the senior center put into storage.

    "I won't be noticed," he assured himself, hobbling over to the pile he had his eye on. "Just need to take it slow, stay quiet, and get it over with." Carefully, so as not to stumble over any of the debris, he lifted one leg up to his waist to clear the height. It was a necessary step, but a bad idea all the same, that kind of wide motion put serious strain on his ability to keep hold. Somehow, miraculously, it didn't completely spell doom, but it did mark the first drops finding their way out into the underwear, buried beneath so much clothing. At least that meant it would take a lot more to be visible, but it meant his frantic clutching at his crotch had little effect.

    "Nonononononono..." Shouta needed to cross his legs then and there to avoid total soaking. Problem was, he was in a precarious position, where the sudden movement sent him tumbling over. In some respect, that was worse than a little spurt, because crashing through the junk piled up was loud, absolutely guaranteed to get the attention of the girls backstage with him, and probably everyone in the audience.

    As he feared, the crash got the attention of everyone in sight, aside from Kanna being a true thespian and not breaking character. There were a few assorted shouts of concern that Shouta couldn't individually identify, but Lucoa's stuck out to him, maybe because she was the only one to rush to his aid.

    "Shouta, are you alright?!" Her calm demeanor and composure were suddenly missing as she ran to her human's side, her usually closed eyes open and looking actually worried for his safety. However, the sincerity was somewhat dulled by the way her body bounced in her magical fairy costume that somehow covered less than her swimsuit, or at least the one deemed appropriate for the public.

    Shouta had to admit, despite all the things Lucoa had done to him, he did always tend to get lost in her eyes whenever she opened them. He gladly took her outstretched hand, and wet himself a little more as she pulled him back to this feet. Yes, this was the least amount of privacy he'd had all day, but he couldn't act like nothing was wrong anymore. "I can't hold it...I have to pee right now!" He had no choice but to grab himself with the strength he had remaining, his need as bare as Lucoa's body.

    Without any warning, he was pulled into a soft hug, with plenty of padding for his head. "That's all? It's okay," Lucoa's gentle voice reassured, "nothing to be worried about. I'll get you to the bathroom."

    "B-but, I d-don't have time," Shouta stuttered and cried, tears running down his cheeks, holding back nothing.

    "It's fine," Elma the director chimed in. "This isn't a professional production or anything. Hurry up." She flicked her hand towards them, shooing them away, walking backwards onto the stage to address the audience about the sudden delay.

    Shouta couldn't react quickly, allowing his dragon to pick him up while facing away, delicate as she could so as to not startle him any more than necessary, and hoisted him onto her back, pressed against her fake wings. "W-wait! If I don't make it, you'll-"

    "Just need to use some magic. Focus on holding, I'll handle the rest." Without any strength to argue, Shouta stayed silent aside from muted grunts to himself, and the blonde woman carried him out into the halls. For such an on-the-spot action, she had put a surprising amount of thought into the way she carried her rider. Bending forward at a slight angle, he could lean against her to avoid falling backwards, and her arms were supporting him from below, eliminating the need for him to grab her shoulders, freeing them for the imperative crotch grabbing. If her grip wasn't so solid, he'd fall from the amount of squirming he was doing.

    She had rushed out from backstage like a hero, but Lucoa had made a critical mistake: she had no idea where the bathrooms in this building were. It wasn't big, she'd find them just by wandering around, the question was if Shouta had that time. His squeals of pain were frequent, she could feel his chest heaving against her back, it was a pretty clear final throes of desperation. Maybe he just needed a distraction, something to listen to. "Were you planning to go in the corner backstage?" She waited for a response, of course nothing came, but she did get a whine that could be translated as affirmative. "I've done it in a lot weirder places than that when I needed to. Nothing to be ashamed of."

    The poor little boy really didn't need to hear any anecdotes about pee at the moment. Lucoa wasn't going into any detail, thankfully, but now Shouta was thinking about her whizzing. She was big, she could probably go a lot with so few visits, especially considering he had never seen her use the bathroom despite living together. And, wherever she came from, she probably just went wherever she wanted to. He was picturing it already, Lucoa pulling her usual jean shorts down somewhere public with no regard to modesty and answering nature's call.

    Granted, it wasn't a detailed fantasy, not without any idea how women peed, but it was enough. Not that it had ever meaningfully stopped, but his spurts of urine grew more powerful, he could feel the power of them exiting his body, drenching the clothes in its path. It was impossible the soaking was still limited to his underwear, it had to be spreading to the dress by now. Who knew how long the outer costume would last?

    Truth be told, the dragon was already feeling the streams of warmth running down her bare back. Even with the costumes, Shouta's legs were still pretty exposed. It didn't gross Lucoa out, she had done much weirder and more disgusting things in her many years, but it was a sign that her little charge couldn't make it much further. A certain part of her wanted to tell Shouta he could wet himself if he needed to, while another part wanted to drop him on his feet and tell him he could pee on the floor.

    But, right before she had to make a decision between the two, one of the doors on the wall stood out to her, with its black plastic plaque reading "men". Lucoa, the former goddess, had to thank her previous coworkers for that miracle. "Shouta! We made it to the bathroom!"

    The purple-haired kid wanted so bad to jump off his ride and bolt into the boy's room, but he wasn't so confident it'd work as he imagined. "I...I still need your help."

    "That's what I expected." All the residents of the home were in the audience, so no one would see the disregard for gender division, not that Lucoa would ever care. She was surprisingly together, with a plan fully in mind and executing right away. She ran right to the urinal closest to the door, one of the short ones, stood directly in front of it like she was using it herself, and dropped Shouta slowly behind her. She lifted him up by the armpits and shoved him in front of the commode.

    Not backing away beyond that, Lucoa waited for her human to get started, for him to undress and pee, get that relief he had needed all this time. But, no matter how long she stood by patiently, he never did anything else besides dancing, crossing his legs and bouncing. Inside, Shouta was in ridiculous pain, his bladder cramped up and his privates burning, he couldn't do anything but hold and even that was failing. He was right in front of the toilet, he direly needed to use it, but he couldn't move his clothes. That pure ironic torture, combined with all the physical agony, pushed him to the point where he had no choice but to cry.

    That sound, absolute sadness from someone so close to her, lit a fire in Lucoa's eyes. She couldn't stand by and do nothing about this, so she knelt down to better match Shouta's height, darting her hands around his body to undo the ties of the outer costume. It was meant to come off in a matter of seconds with quick magic, but it still needed to physically be able to move, and his arms keeping a fierce grip was not working with the sleeves. She couldn't just ask him to let go for a second, or there'd be a puddle that made all this struggle for nothing. Already, droplets were growing to be easily visible, it would only get worse soon.

    There was no way to come out of this fully victorious, so it was all about minimizing the damage. He needed his clothes off as quick as possible without totally wetting himself. Shouta couldn't do anything, so it was up to Lucoa, who pried one arm away from his crotch at a time, sliding the top off one section at a time. Both time a hand was removed, Shouta cried out, and a little more golden liquid dribbled onto the floor before his arm was freed from the sleeve and he immediately grabbed himself again.

    It wasn't without a lot of wetting, but Shouta was down in nothing more than the dress. And it looked pitiful, not just the emasculation, but the stain on the front easily visible from the side. While most of the dress was yellow, the bottom was orange and white, which showed the dark wetness even more. It was large, shining, and sad. But he did realize there was so little between him and that sweet relief, and he lifted the hem of the dress to expose his absolutely soaked underwear, the wet patch continuously growing and dripping. The quantity may have been nothing to Lucoa, but if the roles were reversed, Shouta would be amazed a full accident hadn't taken place.

    Once again, the dragon was going to let her human deal with the rest himself, but once more, he couldn't do anything else. Nothing but bloomers in the way, but he couldn't move them. Finally, after coming this far, time was up. First there was a hissing noise, quickly followed by a small yellow trickle arcing out from the front, with little distance before falling and crashing onto the floor.

    He had somehow managed to retain some control over his bladder, but there was no way he could keep it. He was in agony still fighting to keep that modicum, peeing himself slowly was the extent of his power. If he was alone...he wouldn't have made it anywhere close to the bathroom, but just at this moment, he'd have an accident inches from the urinal.

    Lucky for him, he wasn't alone. Not that she ever respected these kinds of boundaries, but Lucoa asked no permission, just reached down to the front of Shouta's underwear and pulled the waistband down, enough for his boyhood to slide into the open, wet from pressing against the garment, and a steady stream of urine dribbling from the tip. It didn't have nearly the right angle to flow into the toilet, with the way it was pointed down, but Lucoa fixed that by grabbing the small shaft and aiming it herself.

    It's unknown whether Shouta even realized what was happening, but once he was properly positioned, he relinquished all restraint and began spraying the back wall of the urinal down. And, for a kid, the force was incredible. It sounded like someone filling a bath, and the quantity of pee running out stiffened the penis in Lucoa's grip. The small pool of water at the foot of the porcelain fixture was rising and dyeing a deep gold, and the torrent just wouldn't stop.

    That last point wasn't even bothering Shouta, because this felt so relieving. Completely accidentally, he had been pushed to his absolute bodily limit, he couldn't have help another drop. Yet somehow, in spite of all that, he had made it to the bathroom. His eyes were closed, head hanging back, and his mouth dropped open. "Ohhhhh..."

    Half a minute later, he realized, he'd be at this for a while longer, and he was over the initial shock of the bliss. Now was the time to get something off his chest. "Listen, Lucoa...thank you so much for your help. There was no chance I would have made it without..." Only then, with his eyes open, did he realize what she had been doing. He had gone kind of numb down below quite a while ago, so this was his first exposure. His face turned bright red, his jaw stayed open, and all he could vocalize was a couple light chokes of shock.

    Lucoa didn't reel back, defend herself, or do anything to indicate remorse. Instead, she looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You're all good? I'm glad you didn't have to wet yourself...well, not that much. And you're so cute down here!" She didn't disturb the fire hose of pee, but she did slide his junk through her fingers a little.

    How could Shouta respond to that? That was something incredibly inappropriate, and she had just casually done it like it was nothing unusual. Maybe she didn't know better? No, the concept of "bad touch" still had to be a thing wherever she came from. He couldn't say anything, the sheer audacity of her actions made him forget what was so wrong with those actions. He didn't take his parts back into his own hands, just kept holding up the wet dress.

    Finally, his pulsing flood eased up, over a minute after he lost it. For his size and the power he was releasing, that was a large volume, something he'd struggle to match again, even as an adult. Busy keeping clothes out of the way, for the little good it did keeping them dry, Lucoa picked up the slack and shook him dry, tucking his member back into the underwear, getting it wet all over again. She had a little trouble getting it back in its proper place, it seemed to be a little..."harder" than usual from her touch.

    With his parts back in their private place, Shouta wasted no time dropping the dress and backing away. "N-never do that again!"

    "Huh? But you needed it," Lucoa pouted, "you would have been all wet without it!"

    Shouta took a deep breath to regain his composure. "I appreciate that, and thank you again for helping me. But try to leave my junk out of it!" For the hundredth time that day, he covered his crotch, but without any grip this time.

    Lucoa seemed confused, like she seriously didn't understand why Shouta's little man would be such a touchy subject. Maybe it was just smarter to move onto the pressing matter. "Let me fix your clothes. Stay still." She held out her right hand, a red magic circle materialized and spun, and in a flash of light, Shouta's costume was completely dry. "There, just like new! Don't forget to take your other costume!"

    In disbelief, Shouta felt up the dress, amazed that it was truly dry. "W-wow...thanks. You're a good...whatever you are." Maybe he was starting to doubt his interpretation of the beautiful woman that lived in his house. Maybe she wasn't so bad.

    Or so he thought, until another thought occurred to him. "Wait, if you could clean up a mess, why did I have to wait all the way here? I almost died!"

    "Wouldn't you have rather gone in the bathroom? You wouldn't have wanted to be seen backstage, right?"

    "Yeah, I'd rather use the bathroom, if I wasn't in constant agony all the way here! I could have just gone into the hallway, wet myself, and skipped this whole thing!"

    The two continued to argue, Lucoa being the more assertive, but Shouta wasn't backing down either. They debated over the pain, the location, the concepts of modesty and societal expectations, and the privacy of Shouta's penis, the point he argued strongest about. They got so heated that they forgot they were doing something before this little potty break, lost in the yelling. But somehow, this felt right, like this kind of divide was the way their relationship was supposed to be.

  6. “Okay, I think we’re far enough away now,” said Ahlbi as he looked around. The two of them found their way back to the shopping plaza and stood by the fountain, with Shah’do snoozing on Ahlbi’s head. The many noises of running water had much less of an effect on them now that they no longer had to make water of their own.

    There might have been noise from the fountain and people going about their day, but it didn’t stop an awkward silence from following the two since they left the alleyway. Ahlbi had more than a few lines to break the ice for when taking people on tours, but he never thought of one for talking to a princess after sharing a pee with her in a public location. Nothing he could see in his immediate surroundings gave him any help, either.

    Much as he tried not to, his gaze eventually found its way onto Rayfa. He had expected her to be scowling, or at least look a little grumpy, but she wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she was looking down at the ground and rather downtrodden, like how he would look whenever he got a scolding at the temple.

    “Um, Your Benevolence?” asked Ahlbi.

    “Hmm? What is it?” Rayfa snapped out of her thoughts.

    “Are you doing alright? You seem kinda down.”

    “Er, I’m fine. You need not have concern for me,” said Rayfa.

    “Are you sure? I’m just looking out for you after all the running we did, and then… you know.”

    Rayfa’s eyes narrowed. “I hope you’re not about to comment on my perspiration again.”

    “N-no, I wasn’t!” said Ahlbi. Not anymore, at least!

    “Good, and as I recall, we agreed to not speak about that moment again, correct?”

    “Um, right.”

    “Then I suggest we drop it and move on from that…” Rayfa put a hand on her chest and glanced away. “Disgraceful, humiliating, awful moment,” she continued with a smaller voice.

    Silence followed once again as neither of them knew what to say next. Ahlbi looked on at the crestfallen princess, feeling a little down himself. His tour with the High Priestess had gone entirely off the rails, and now neither of them were satisfied. If there was an award for the worst tour guide ever, he would be the winner for sure.

    But looking at Rayfa, he realized that there were more important things to take care of. He might have failed at his job as a tour guide, but there was still his duty as a monk, and Rayfa needed that more than anything else.

    “Um, it really bothers you, doesn’t it?” he asked.

    “What? W-what makes you say that?” Rayfa crossed her arms.

    “I mean, I understand if you’re mad at me. I just wanted to give you a really good tour of the kingdom, but then I lost control of Shah’do and you had to do something really embarrassing.”

    “Tour guide.”

    “I accept full responsibility for what happened.” Ahlbi put his hands together and bowed. “You may punish me however you like. All I ask is that you forgive me for trying to do something I wasn’t capable of.”

    Rayfa stared at Ahlbi for a while, opening her mouth a couple times as if to speak. The seconds passed by like minutes to Ahlbi until Rayfa shook her head.

    “I… cannot forgive you,” she said.

    Ahlbi’s heart sank. “B-but why?”

    “Because there is nothing to forgive. What transpired there was not of your doing. If anyone is to blame for that incident, it is me.”

    “No, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi shook his head. “You don’t have to blame yourself for this.”

    “I’m afraid I must,” replied Rayfa, her voice slow and unwavering. “I had need of the facilities before I even bumped into you this morning, but I believed I could hold off until I returned home. Even when it became urgent, I could not bring myself to ask for a quick stop.”

    “But I had to go the whole time, too,” said Ahlbi, “and I really didn’t want to say anything, either.”

    “Yes, but I was the one who asked to be led away from this fountain, simply because I feared it would make me lose control. Had I not done so, we would not have run into that… dunderhead.” Rayfa’s voice turned harsh at the last word. “And then we never would have had to chase your dog and be forced to…” She shook her head in place of finishing the sentence.

    “Y-Your Benevolence…”

    “Would you please stop referring to me that way?” said Rayfa bluntly.

    “W-why?”

    “Because…” She frowned again. “I am not feeling very much like a high priestess right now. Not after that.”

    Ahlbi found himself lowering his head. “Oh… You’re still the high priestess to me, though. I don’t think any less of you.”

    “That is… comforting, but it does not change the facts. I am a high-ranking member of the Khura’inese government, yet I am guilty of the crime of p-p… public urination.” Rayfa looked up towards the statues of the dancing girls. “I look at the high priestesses before me, and all I see are grace and elegance. How can I aspire to their greatness when I have done something so vulgar and ugly and, and…” Her head lowered until she could see her reflection in the water, the many ripples distorting her figure so it could not hope to match the beauty of the statues.

    Ahlbi felt his heartstrings tug again. He just had to say something, do something to pull Rayfa out of her funk, but he did not have the slightest clue on how to do that. He was just a kid, nobody special in particular. All he really knew how to do was give tours and tell people about the kingdom’s history. Interesting tidbits were his domain, and that did not include anything about counseling another person.

    Or did it?

    “W-wait, Your Benevolence,” he spoke with a renewed vigor, “You don’t have to feel so down about it.”

    Rayfa looked up at him with annoyance. “And why should I not?”

    Ahlbi took a moment to collect himself before speaking. Not even he was entirely sure where he was going, but it was worth a shot. “You believe that having an embarrassing moment like that makes you unfit to call yourself the high priestess, right?”

    “I thought that would have been clear.”

    Ahlbi shook his head. “But I don’t think so. In fact, I think that makes you more like the high priestesses of the past than ever.”

    Raya’s mouth and eyes opened in a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. “I… am not sure I follow you, tour guide.”

    “Please, allow me to explain.” Ahlbi pointed at one of the statues of the priestesses. “You know about the former priestess Tashya’Kukeys, right?”

    “How could I not? She was instrumental in the talks that brokered peace with the neighboring kingdoms. Khura’in has not seen war since her reign.”

    “Right,” nodded Ahlbi, “but that happened when she was queen. Back when she was high priestess, she wasn’t quite so graceful.”

    “How so?” asked Rayfa, eyebrow raised.

    Ahlbi rubbed the back of his head. “Well, there was this scandal back then where Tashya was having a dinner with some ambassadors from other countries. She was fed some bad sushi and ended up, um, losing her lunch on one of the emissaries.”

    Rayfa’s hand flew up to her mouth. “She… what!? Is this true?”

    Ahlbi nodded once more. “It was a big deal from what I’ve read. The newspapers were all over it, and Tashya didn’t show herself in public for weeks.”

    “I can imagine why. If I had done something like that, I would probably never leave my room again.”

    “She wasn’t the only one to go through something like that.” Ahlbi pointed to a particularly well-endowed statue. “Frasha over there performed the first televised Divination Seance, and nearly every TV in Khura’in tuned in to see it.”

    “That sounds like quite the honor.”

    “It did, but then she had a...  wardrobe malfunction during the seance, so the whole kingdom got to see, er, things they weren’t supposed to see.” Ahlbi’s cheeks turned red while he divulged this fact, but it did not compare to the blush on Rayfa.

    “A… a wardrobe malfunction? Surely, you jest!” she spoke with a hand on her chest.

    “It’s the truth! That incident is one of the reasons why they don’t televise court cases in Khura’in anymore, and why the ceremonial garb was modified to be more modest.”

    “Goodness.” Rayfa stared at the statue. “I had only ever heard of her successes in promoting equality among the differing genders and races. I never would have imagined something so embarrassing would have befallen her.”

    “That’s what I’m trying to say, Your Benevolence,” Ahlbi said with another nod, “Many of the high priestesses before you had their share of embarrassing moments, but it didn’t stop them from becoming beloved queens of Khura’in.”

    “I… suppose not.”

    “And look at you. You’re not even queen yet, but you’ve already helped free us from the tyranny of the DC act.” Ahlbi leaned forward, both his and Shah’do’s eyes full of passion. “In fact, I’d say you’re well on your way to being one of our best queens ever!”

    Rayfa gasped and leaned back, her mouth hanging open. “T-tour guide…” she said in a half-whisper.

    “Um, y-yes?”

    “Do you… really think that highly of me? Even after that moment, and when I believed you to be guilty of murder?”

    “I do. With all of my love for Khura’in.”

    For what seemed like forever, neither of them said a word, simply looking at each other, Ahlbi with an earnest smile and Rayfa with an unsure open mouth. Then, slowly, Ahlbi could see the sides of Rayfa’s mouth slowly pulling upwards. In that moment, he felt an elation growing with him he had not felt since the day the DC Act was struck down.

    But all it took was the sound of a growling stomach to pull them out of the moment.

    “Er, was that…” Rayfa asked, the smile on her dropping away in a flash.

    “Eh heh, sorry about that, Your Benevolence.” Ahlbi clutched his belly. “I guess all that running used up the rest of my breakfast.”

    Rayfa quietly giggled, finding her smile again. “You need not apologize. It has been an eventful morning for us, and I am feeling rather peckish, myself. You would not happen to know of anywhere we could eat, would you?”

    “I do! Lots of them!” said Ahlbi. “There’s a noodle shop not far from here that I visit all the time. They make the best ramen, and I could really go for some right now. Um, that is, if that’s what you desire.”

    Rayfa nodded. “Ramen sounds as good as anything right now. Please, guide me there.”

    “Will do!” Ahlbi turned around.

    “Wait, tour guide,” said Rayfa, “I must know one more thing.”

    Ahlbi turned back around and asked “What is it, Your Benevolence?”

    Just then, Rayfa’s eyes lowered and brow furrowed into a piercing glare. Her next words came in a deadly serious tone.

    “You did not peek, did you?”

    Ahlbi’s smile turned into panic as he lowered his head and brought his hands together as if begging for mercy. Even some of Shah’do’s hair stood on end. “N-no, I didn’t look! I kept my head forward the entire time, honest!” Visions of being thrown in prison and his dreams of monkdom forever dashed filled Ahlbi’s mind. Honesty may have been on his side, but it offered little comfort in the petrifying gaze of the High Priestess.

    But then Rayfa’s glare changed into a smirk, though for a moment, Ahlbi did not know whether to feel glad or not.

    “Hmm, you are very fortunate that I believe you,” said Rayfa.

    “I-I am?” Ahlbi blinked.

    “Indeed, otherwise I would certainly have to have you arrested for crimes of a most perverse nature.”

    “Eh heh heh, n-no need for that!” Ahlbi put a hand behind his head.

    “Fortunately not. Now I believe you were leading me somewhere to eat?”

    “Er, right! It’s over this way, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi spun around, the speed causing Shah’do to grip his head extra hard to stay on. He then let out a bark in protest.

    “Indeed, please take us there on the double…” Rayfa turned her head upward and smiled. “Barkhead.”

  7. Exeggutor Island had little going for it to anyone who wasn’t a trainer. It was uninhabited by the people of Seafolk Village, so the incredibly long-necked wildlife was free to roam there as it saw fit. Lillie was not a trainer, yet she still had reasons for traveling to this island. Unknown to most, a sacred artifact lay hidden here, one that she absolutely needed if she was to help someone important to her.

    Despite the importance of her task, Lillie had to admit there was a certain serenity to the island. The gentle ocean waves lapping against the shore and other sounds of nature on such a small islet helped her feel more at ease, something she needed after the tumultuous events she had recently been through.

    It helped, at least, until the rain started.

    Lillie sighed as she stared at the downpour from the safety of the cavern. In truth, it wasn’t a cave so much as a large hole in the side of the island, but it gave her a roof over her head, and that’s what really mattered.

    “Doesn’t look like it’s going to let up anytime soon,” she said.

    “Yeah, talk about bad timing,” came a voice next to her.

    Lillie glanced over at her friend Moon, the other girl taking shelter from the rain. Lillie hadn’t noticed until now, but Moon’s outfit also got a bit wet from the rain. Her flower hat drooped from the water weighing it down while the sleeves of her shirt clung to her arms.

    “We were so close to the end of this island,” continued Moon. “I really thought we would’ve been out of here in like an hour or two.”

    “Me too,” said Lillie. “I hope this rain doesn’t ruin the flute. I’d hate if we came all this way for it to not work out.” She frowned at the depressing prospect.

    “Nah, I’m sure it’ll be fine. It’s a legendary artifact, I doubt it would stop working just because it got a little wet.” Moon stared out at the storm with a concerned look. “Then again, that is a lot of rain.”

    “Yeah, I know.” Lillie joined her friend in looking outside. “This might sound silly, but I was hoping that the rain would stop when I got done with my speech for you.”

    Moon’s eyes opened up a bit before she broke out in a giggle. “I thought the same thing, too!”

    “Really?” Lillie laughed in surprise.

    “It would’ve been so perfect. You finish giving this lovely speech, then the clouds part and a rainbow appears like something out of a movie.” Moon mimicked the clouds separating with her hands as she spoke.

    As amusing as she found Moon’s demonstration, Lillie felt her face grow warm in embarrassment. “You… really liked my speech, then?”

    Moon nodded. “It was really good. I don’t think I could come up with anything that good.”

    “I didn’t make anything up for it,” said Lillie, “All I did was just… say what I felt.” She fidgeted a little in place.

    “Sounds like you have a good talent for speaking your feelings there.”

    Not all of them, thought Lillie as an unpleasant sensation ran through her body.

    Like Moon, Lillie had anticipated their trip to Exeggutor Island to be a short one, leaving them plenty of time left in the day to plan their journey through the rest of Poni Island. That was why she wasn’t too worried when she first felt her need to visit the little girl’s room on the boat ride there. Her urge was minimal back then, one she could easily put aside for a good while. Unfortunately, the rainstorm had dashed any hopes of finding the flute or relieving herself soon, and now all she could do was wait for it pass.

    Her bladder had been reminding her of how much it objected to this idea since they entered the cave. At first, telling Moon everything that was on her mind sans her need helped her to keep focus on something else and pass the time. She hadn’t expected to be there for so long, however, and the pulses from below her stomach only got worse over time.

    Then there was the rain itself, the other constant reminder. With the cave providing no other view, she kept looking out at the thousands upon thousands of water drops falling to the ground, landing with an audible splatter and forming muddy puddles in the grass. How she wanted so badly to pull her underwear down and allow her body to add to the symphony of water sights and sounds that bombarded her senses.

    “Mmm!” Lillie stifled a moan and squeezed her legs together just a little. Just thinking about letting go was making her hold on her bladder weaker.

    “What was that?” Moon asked.

    Lillie instantly stood at attention right as Moon glanced back over to her. Oh dear, was that a little too loud?

    “You alright over there?” Moon cocked her head.

    “Um, well…” Lillie tried to speak, but the words died in her mouth. Moon might have been the best friend she made since coming to Alola, but the thought of saying she needed to pee was enough to lock up her voice.

    I can’t tell her that, she’d just say it was gross or something! She wouldn’t be able to help me, either. Lillie looked about the cave, far too small to allow any privacy. Finding a spot out in the rain was also a bad idea, as the downpour would soak every part of her, no doubt giving her a cold and even worse, making her underwear visible through her white dress. Waiting it out was the only choice that made any sense to her.

    “Earth to Lillie? Everything okay?” A wave of Moon’s hand quickly pulled Lillie out of her thoughts.

    “It’s fine, there’s nothing to worry about!” Lillie looked Moon straight in the eyes as she spoke louder than intended, making her friend jump back a bit.

    “Oh! Okay, s-sorry I asked,” said Moon. She looked downwards with eyes like a kid who just got scolded.

    It didn’t take long for the feeling of guilt to weigh down on Lillie’s mind as much as her urine weighed on her bladder. She wanted to say something to help Moon feel better, but she could never admit something so humiliating.

    I guess I was just a little too embarrassed to say that to a friend.

    All at once, memories of the incident in Malie Garden filled her mind, standing helpless in front of Acerola as her pee kept flowing out despite her best efforts, soaking her legs in the gross liquid, expecting mockery and disappointment only to witness Acey immediately wet herself in response. The misadventures she went through after Malie City had put it out of her thoughts, only for them to come surging back for another desperate situation, but she especially remembered the declaration she and Acey made together.

    That’s right. Lillie looked down at her new outfit. I can’t be that shy, timid girl anymore. I’m a Z-Powered Lillie now, and I’m going to face down my insecurities, no matter what!

    “I’m sorry, Moon. I didn’t mean to yell at you,” said Lillie.

    Moon did not make eye contact with her. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have pried, that’s all.”

    “No, it’s not okay.” Lillie shook her head. “You were just worried, and I overreacted. Plus, um… you were right. There is something bothering me.”

    “There is?” Moon perked up. “What’s wrong?”

    Now it was Lillie’s turn to avoid eye contact. “Um, well, it’s kind of embarrassing, but I… it’s been awhile since we got here and… what I’m trying to say is…”

    But she still wasn’t able to say it. The four words she needed, “I have to pee”, were stuck in her throat and refusing to budge, making Moon’s eyebrow rise higher with each awkward second.

    It’s no use, I just can’t get the words out, thought Lillie while her foot lightly bounced on the ground. Wait! If I can’t say it, then maybe if I…

    Lillie said nothing else as she looked at Moon. Instead, she put a hand on the spot below her stomach, brought her knees close together, and fidgeted in place.

    At first, Moon just stared at Lillie’s potty dance, and a moment of worry passed through Lillie’s mind that she was only making herself look silly, but Moon’s eyes lit up soon after. “Oh… Oh! You gotta, er, see a man about a Mudsdale?”

    As much as it helped her to hold, Lillie stopped her dance and moved her hand away. “Um, y-yes,” she quietly responded. I can’t believe I just did that. Somebody actually knows I need to pee now. She couldn’t see, but she was certain her face was rather pink right now. It didn’t help that Moon was rather quiet about this revelation. Lillie didn’t know if she wanted her to say something else or not.

    “Wow, you too, huh?”

    She had not anticipated that line, however.

    “Wuh-what?” Lillie stood dumbfounded. “You don’t really mean…”

    At this point, Moon put her knees together and twisted a little bit. “I’ve had to go since before we got off the boat. I didn’t wanna say anything because I thought we’d be out of here soon, but then this rain hit, and, well, you can probably guess how that’s been going.”

    Wow, just like me. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t have said anything, then.” She probably doesn’t want to think about it, either.

    “Nah, it’s fine. It means I can start doing this now,” said Moon as her hips rocked back and forth.

    “Heh heh, I guess so,” said Lillie, her hand subconsciously returning to between her legs. Somehow, just knowing she wasn’t alone in her struggle made the pressure a little more bearable. “I don’t know how much this will help us, though.”

    Moon looked around the cave. “Well, the rain’s not really giving us any choice.”

    Lillie’s eyes opened in fear. “W-wait, you don’t mean…”

    “Yeah,” Moon nodded her head. “We just have to wait it out until the storm passes.”

    Oh, she just meant that? Lillie sighed internally. “R-right.”

    With nothing more to say, they returned to watching the rain in the hopes that it would soon pass. No longer needing to hide her predicament, Lillie kept her hand on her groin and her foot bouncing, and she could hear Moon shifting her weight as well.

    At first, Lillie’s fidgeting did a decent job of keeping her pee at bay. As the minutes dragged on, however, the pressure only grew and grew and her potty dancing only became more frantic. It had felt like hours passed, but couldn’t have been more than thirty or forty minutes, and she was seriously beginning to doubt if they could hold out.

    “Eep!”

    “Moon?” Lillie glanced over to her friend and found her hunched over with her eyes shut and her hands holding her groin for dear life.

    “I just… let out a little bit,” said Moon.

    “Oh no!” Lillie wasted no time checking on her friend. “Are you gonna be okay?”

    Moon slowly opened her eyes and looked over at Lillie, her face full of worry. “I don’t know. I-I almost lost it right now.”

    Oh dear, this is really bad, thought Lillie. They were on the verge of wetting themselves, and still the rain would not go away. Moon looked so worried, Lillie had no doubt she was the type that would break down and cry if she had an accident. Knowing that pain herself, she could never let that happen to someone else, especially not a good friend of hers.

    “Moon,” Lillie started.

    “Y-yes?” replied Moon. Her body seemed a little less tense, like the strong urge to pee had passed for now.

    “I don’t think we’ll be able to wait out the rain.”

    Moon closed her eyes and sighed. “I think you’re right, but does that mean we have to, you know?”

    Lillie nodded and gave herself a moment before speaking. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to p-pull our underwear down and go here.”

    “Ugh, I was afraid you were gonna say that,” said Moon.

    “I know. I didn’t wanna have to do that, either, but I guess it’s that or…” Lillie didn’t dare think of the alternative.

    “There’s a problem with that, though.”

    “A problem?” asked Lillie.

    Moon nodded. “Y-yeah. This is a little embarrassing, but I have this trouble with, er, letting it out when someone else is nearby.”

    “You do? But I’ve seen you use the bathroom in the Pokemon Centers and hotels.”

    “Toilets are… different,” said Moon, “I don’t have trouble with them because you’re supposed to go there, and there are walls for privacy.” She lowered her head. “But when I’m outside, I don’t know, it’s like I just clamp up down there if someone’s near me. You probably think that sounds silly, huh?”

    “No, not at all,” said a smiling Lillie. “I, um, have my own problems with stage fright like that.” Worse than that, actually.

    Moon giggled a little bit. “Wow, so we both really have to pee, but we’re too shy to go near each other when that’s our only option. Talk about a bad break.”

    “I know.” Lillie glanced at the cave around her, which remained as cramped as ever. Was that it, then? If neither of them could just squat and go, did that mean their only choice was to wet themselves and accept it? No, she shook her head, there had to be another way. Z-Powered Lillie would not just give up and have an accident like a timid little girl.

    Little girl? Wait, what if…

    “Lillie? What are you thinking about?” asked Moon. “Please tell me it’s a way out of our problem.”

    “Hmm? Oh!” Lillie snapped out of thoughts. “I, uh, may have just thought of something.”

    “You did? What is it?”

    “It’s just that… when I was little, I was really scared of the toilet, and I could never, er, make it come out when I sat on it.”

    “You couldn’t?” asked Moon, her head tilted slightly in curiosity. “S-so how did you figure out to how to d-do it?”

    Lillie couldn’t stop herself from glancing away. “Um, one day, my mother told me that if I held her hand when I was on the potty, I would have nothing to be scared of, s-so I took her hand, and…” she looked back at Moon and smiled. “Well, it worked for me.”

    “So you’re saying that if I tried h-holding your hand, then I might be able to…” Moon’s face turned even redder somehow. “But, then you’d have to be right next to me when I…”

    “I know,” said Lillie, “but this cave is so small already. Would it make any difference if I was standing a few more feet away?”

    Moon’s eyes moved from side to side, as if she was searching for an answer. “Um, well… I-I guess it really wouldn’t. Um, do we have to face each other when we do this?”

    “N-no, absolutely not!” Lillie shook with fervor. “We can have our backs turned. Here, I’ll turn around now.”

    Lillie spun around to hide the embarrassment on her face, wincing at the urine sloshing around inside her. “S-so, what do you say? We can at least give it a try, right?”

    There was silence for a few seconds before Lillie’s ears picked up a faint “okay.”

    “Alright, then.” It was at this moment Lillie realized she didn’t quite know where to go from here. That she was seriously considering this solution seemed unthinkable to her only a few minutes ago. Would anyone really know the proper steps for something like this, she wondered.

    I guess I could start with the obvious steps? “Okay, we should, um, undress now,” said Lillie. She slowly reached underneath her skirt and grabbed onto the edges of her underwear. Pausing to take one last breath, she pulled them down inch by inch until they were past her knees.

    Though Moon had said nothing, Lillie could hear the slightest sound of a zipper coming undone and fabric sliding down skin behind her. Knowing there was another person undressing near her made Lillie’s face warm with embarrassment, but a cool breeze blowing in on her lower body quickly reminded her of their pressing matter.

    “I’m gonna hold my left hand out now. Can you reach it?” asked Lillie as she did just that, doing her best to not look behind her.

    “Yeah, I can,” she heard Moon reply. Mere moments later, Lillie felt the warmth of a soft hand touching hers, the fingers going between hers and gently closing down. She closed her fingers in response, officially making Moon the first person outside of her family that she had held hands with.

    Lillie could hardly think straight with all the emotions swirling inside her, but she was a girl on a mission, and she would see it through to the end. “Okay. I guess all that’s left is to s-squat down and, er, wait. You ready?”

    “A-as ready as I’ll ever be.”

    Lillie gulped and said “Okay, here we go.”

    With nothing more to say, Lillie lowered herself to the ground at the pace of a Snorlax waking up from a nap. Even at this slow speed, she felt her hand pulling at Moon’s the lower she went, as if she was having as much trouble. It felt like forever, but eventually Lillie was in position to pee, with Moon joining her shortly afterwards.

    “Well, here we are,” Moon spoke, “So do we just wait now?”

    “I guess so,” said Lillie.

    Thus began the longest and most awkward silence of Lillie’s life. Seconds passed like minutes as she sat there waiting to hear the inevitable sounds of peeing behind and below her. As time marched on, however, Lillie’s doubts only grew stronger. Moon might have confessed to having a shy bladder, but Lillie was not having any luck at starting her flow, either. Her leg muscles burned from fatigue, yet not a single drop had spilled.

    Was this just a bad idea after all, she wondered. Did they truly have no way out of just wetting their pants and dealing with the humiliation together? Maybe that would not be so bad; seeing Acerola wet herself right as she had her accident helped keep her from crying her eyes out. They were good friends, they could overcome anything together.

    “Aah!”

    Just then, Lillie heard her friend gasp and felt her hand being squeezed. Could she have…? Lillie opened her mouth to say something, but stopped as her ears picked up the sound of something hitting the ground behind her. Something wet and small, but also in spurts.

    “It’s…” Moon whispered.

    “Moon?”

    “It’s… coming out,” Moon said a little louder. “It’s actually happening.”

    “Um, th-that’s good. Just l-let it do its thing, and don’t try to, erm, force it?” said Lillie. That’s good advice, right?

    But mere seconds after saying that, Lillie heard the piddling noise behind her grow louder, going from regular drops to a consistent spray. A long, drawn-out sigh soon joined the whizzing, and Moon’s hand relaxed its grip on hers. It wasn’t much longer before the smell reached Lillie’s nose, making it twitch like a Buneary’s.

    She’s doing it, Lillie thought to herself. She’s really overcoming her fear.

    It might have felt a little strange, but she smiled in that moment, feeling a bit of pride for not only Moon, but herself. Her friend had done nothing but look out for her and inspire her to be a better person, and here Lillie was helping her do the same thing, even if it didn’t come close to matching what Moon had done for her. She could only imagine the relief Moon was feeling now, her fears and worries melting away with each drop hitting the ground, all while her shorts stayed dry and clean.

    So enamored by this thought, it took a little bit for Lillie to notice that a second whizzing noise had entered her ears. She could feel it as well, but she looked down to confirm anyways.

    Oh my. Lillie blushed at the sight. Sure enough, a stream of yellow sprayed out from below her skirt, making a puddle in the dirt less than a foot from her shoes. It wasn’t as loud as Moon’s behind her, and certainly not as powerful, Lillie assumed, but it was a healthy stream regardless, one that could only be made by someone close to bursting.

    That much passing out of her that quickly left a pleasant feeling down below, enough to relax Lillie from the anxiety and embarrassment of her shared pee. Not wanting to just watch herself go, she closed her eyes and hummed in happiness. Not even the awkwardness of hearing Moon enjoying her relief as well, or from being so close to another person while she went could take away the satisfaction. Z-Powered Lillie had triumphed after all.

    And so, they spent the next minute or so in relative silence broken only by the occasional hum or sigh, forgetting their shyness and simply going with the flow. Moon’s stream was the first to taper off, having been the first to start and the stronger of the two. The noise of her pee faded away until only Lillie’s stream could be heard, which was also losing power. That, too, grew weaker with each passing second until nothing but the littlest of drops were audible.

    Her well finally run dry, Lillie realized she had nearly forgotten about the girl still holding her hand. “Moon? Are you okay?”

    Just then, Moon let go of her hand. “Oh! Um, yes, I guess,” Moon replied. “Do you, um, need any tissues?”

    “That’s fine, I have my own, and I have sanitizer if you want.” Lillie carefully pulled the straps of her backpack until it was in front of her, hearing Moon do the same.

    The cave returned to silence again as Lillie and Moon spent the next couple minutes making themselves decent. Once they were cleaned up, they finally stood back up and pulled their underwear and shorts back in place.

    “So, that happened,” said Moon as she rubbed her hands with sanitizer.

    “Yeah, it did,” Lillie responded while she placed her tissue packet back in her backpack. “I’m sorry that we ended up having to do that together.”

    “That’s okay. Actually, I’m kinda glad we did that.”

    “R-really?” Lillie looked over with a raised eyebrow.

    “Well, maybe not ‘glad’, but that was the first time I’ve ever, you know, done that next to someone since my mom taught me how to go outdoors.”

    “W-wow.” Lillie scratched her chin. “At least you had more experience than me.”

    This made Moon stop rubbing her hands in surprise. “Wait, seriously? You’ve never peed together with someone, either? The way you were leading us, I never would’ve guessed that.”

    “I know, I never thought I would have that in me,” replied Lillie, “But since I met you, I’ve done a lot of things I never thought I’d be able to. You’ve shown me how to be brave enough to do all of this.”

    “I did?” said a sheepish-looking Moon. “Then I guess you just showed me how to be brave, too. If not for you, I might have kept standing there until I wet my pants.”

    “I don’t think so.” Lillie shook her head. “You’ve helped Nebby and me out of trouble so many times. I’m sure you would’ve found the courage sooner or later.”

    “Maybe. Probably around the same time I finally lose control, though.” Moon giggled.

    “Heh heh, whatever works, I guess,” said Lillie, joining in on the giggling. She had to admit, the last hour had been a rather interesting series of events, going from getting caught in the rain to giving a heartfelt speech to holding and peeing with her best friend, and now they were sharing a laugh in the sunlight.

    Wait, sunlight?

    “Moon, look!” Lillie turned towards the outside.  At last, the rain had finally come to a stop and the sun shone brightly over the island once more.

    “Alright, finally!” Moon practically jumped for joy. “I thought we’d be stuck here all day.”

    As Lillie stepped out of the cave, she glanced up towards the sky. A big, bright rainbow greeted them, with rays of sunlight shining down upon them.

    “Hey, looks like we got our rainbow after all!” said Moon.

    “Sure did.” Lillie looked around in awe.  “Alola really is a beautiful place. I’d love to see more of it when we’re done with our journey.”

    “Then come on, let’s find this flute and get out of here so we can show you the rest of it!” Moon turned towards a hill and waved Lillie over.

    As she walked towards Moon, Lillie felt a pleasant warmth in her heart, that as long as she was with Moon, there was nothing they couldn’t accomplish together. She just knew she would see this adventure through to its end.

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    At least Toru's return to the classroom was calm. She had gotten cleaned off, her uniform returned to her, and she sat at her desk before lunch break was over. And no one (besides Mt. Lady who had no reason to tell) saw her accident, so she had basically gotten away with it. The invisible girl looked at the other girls who made it back before her, and the ones that met her eye all returned a gaze of disappointment. Perfectly clear that none of them found anything, and Toru was not about to reveal what she encountered.

    She didn't have to, because the PA system engaged, and Principal Nezu's voice crackled through the speaker. “Hello, students! As a warning, we've run into the nefarious intruder again, and he's escaped our clutches once more. However, we'll capture him soon enough, he won't evade us for long, not so long as he...” His announcement was cut off, before he started on a long diatribe that would run into class time.

    Good thing the principal finished then, because mere seconds after the silence set in, the door into the room burst open, the only way All Might knew how to enter, even when he was just a teacher. “Hello, students! You don't need to fear the villain that's found their way onto the grounds, because we're doing a field exercise today! Get into your costumes and come to the training grounds!” And just as quickly as he entered, he left with the same flair for the dramatic. There was a certain excitement among the students, hands-on instruction was always more fun and to their interests, but there were no bathrooms out there. It meant they couldn't be attacked, but worst comes to worst, it's just as bad a struggle.

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    Class 1-A was gathered before the gates to the school's training grounds, a fake city meant to simulate urban villain battles to the students, listening to All Might's instructions. “Your objective this time, heroes, is to locate a set of villain dummies placed somewhere on the grounds. There are subtle clues to their location, you will need to work together and confer with each other. This is a full class exercise, the logistics will be up to your discretion. You have an hour, you'll be graded based on time and teamwork, so go now!” The doors opened, and each of the students rushed in, some more energetic and stable than others.

    On the lower end of that scale was Tsuyu Asui. No one noticed, she was part frog and therefore moved somewhat uncannily all the time, but it wasn't due to her Quirk this time. Like many before her, Tsuyu was really feeling the painful effects of a full bladder. It hadn't been so bad earlier, only a mild discomfort during Ochako's “performance”, it was the hunt to free the bathrooms during lunch that awakened her need to worrying levels.

    The only comfort Tsuyu had was the population density of her location. The training grounds were the size of a business district with only a handful above a dozen people in it, she certainly had space for privacy. What she would do with it, she didn't know yet, but it was the security she could do something if worst came to worst.

    As expected, class reps Tenya Iida and Momo Yaoyorozu led the pack, delegating tasks to the other students. Essentially, the plan was to pair off and each take a certain region. In approximately 15 minutes, they'd all return to a rendezvous point and collaborate with anything they've found. Some of the pairs were standard, Izuku and Ochako, Bakugo and Kirishima, it was the team of Tsuyu and Todoroki that seemed unusual. They both respected each other as peers, but there wasn't anything friendly between them.

    Without Tsuyu even noticing (to be fair, she was distracted), everyone else ran off and she didn't even know where to. “Todoroki, where did everyone go?”

    “Were you paying attention, Asui,” he coldly questioned, basically agiven considering his Fire and Ice Quirk, and he only used the ice half.

    “Call me Tsu,” she interrupted.

    “...okay, Tsu.” Todoroki was clearly uncomfortable with the informal nickname, but he kept going. “They all split up in different directions, but it doesn't look like anyone went this way.” He pointed down a street, indistinguishable from any other road.

    Tsuyu looked down the path she was being directed towards, looking it over with her trademark blank stare, before quietly walking that way. “Then we should do that.”

    “Are you okay,” Todoroki asked. “You seem to have less energy than usual.”

    He noticed. It's not that easy to hide this, is it? “I'm not that energetic, actually.” That was all she had to say, and Todoroki dropped the subject while following her lead. Things were quiet, so Tsuyu had the focus to worry about her basically full bladder. Wasn't the first time she had to hold urine, never is for teenagers, but it was most certainly the first time it was a concern in her costume. It was one piece of full-body attire, which meant she couldn't simply remove necessary items if it became an emergency.

    “Hold it,” her partner ordered. Already am. “You see that over there?” He pointed at an alleyway between two nearby buildings, partially hidden in shadow.

    While her mental processes weren't firing at full cylinder, Tsuyu couldn't tell what he was referring to, not even a clue. All she could think about was how much she'd like to duck into that alley and come back relieved a few minutes later. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

    He held his left arm, rapidly being encased in ice, out to the alcove. The temperature of the air began decreasing rapidly, a little disconcerting to a partial amphibian, and the area they were focused on started to frost over. That's when it became more clear, footprints shown in the thin ice shards. Ah, the residual heat from the person who stepped here melted the ice around it. “Did any of the other students come this way?”

    “Doubtful. Which means these tracks come from whoever set up the clues for us to find. We follow them, and we'll find their trail.”

    Tsuyu was suitably impressed. “So why aren't you studying to become a detective instead of a superhero?”

    “Well, Fire & Ice is pretty situational for investigative purposes. Besides, it's important to be a good detective while being a hero. Understand?”

    “Ribbit,” she responded in her usual verbal tic, but context clues revealed she got the picture. Also, at that moment, she was hit with a terrible wave of piercing desperation. Without even a squeak of a sound, she closed her legs together tightly, with the hopes of her need not going any further than that.

    Bad. Very bad. I'm not sure how much longer I can hold, if this keeps up. Now the question was how she was going to take care of it. It couldn't be possible to wait much longer, what could she do in the confines of the training grounds? And with a partner she needed to separate from, no less. There were alleyways, trees, bushes, options for proper modesty, if she could just get away for a minute or two.

    “Hm? Something bothering you, Tsu?”

    Well...I couldn't hide it from him forever, I suppose. She didn't say anything, but she did find herself placing her white-gloved hands between her legs, grabbing tightly, pulling on the little looseness in her costume. Her knees buckled and she bounced on her heels, unintentionally croaking as a grunt of distress.

    Todoroki caught on, which made his face turn red and blended color perfectly with the burn scar over his eye. “Very well, what are you planning?”

    “Not really sure. I don't know where the most private place around here is.” Tsuyu did not have much of a mental filter, almost as if she was an actual frog turned human.

    The elemental boy looked around, observing each of the...potential spots for Tsuyu, but deduced that each was very open to another student that could happen upon them, and the faint sounds of not so distant footsteps meant they very well could. So he had to find something he could do for her, as a hero would. Not to mention, he had to consider her condition, that was the important part. She was doing her best to not show any discomfort, but he could tell she probably didn't have much time, or the ability to cover much distance. Something covering, but close.

    That's when he noticed, the second floor of the building they found the clue on had a window ajar. That had to mean something in this hunt, and if he could get Tsuyu inside, she'd have all the privacy she'd need. They wouldn't have a proper toilet or plumbing, but at least there'd be four walls. “Tsu, look at that window up there. Do you think you can make it up there?”

    Tsuyu tilted her head upwards, and noticed the window as well. But it was far up, and frogs can't climb walls. “I can jump that high, but I wouldn't be able to open the window in the air.” And I might not be able to handle a jump like that.

    Wordlessly, Todoroki extended his left arm, and an ice ramp formed up to the window. “There you are. You should be okay indoors.” He held his hands out, gesturing for ladies first.

    Tsuyu stood straight, placing her hands to her side, attempting to look more like a dignified hero. “That's considerate, but...I think it might be too late.” Just as she said it, Todoroki noticed something happening on the crotch of her costume, not that he was looking prior to that. Most of the fabric on her legs was black, taking on the appearance of very tall boots, but the color turned green halfway up her thighs, which carried onto the rest of the attire. And that spot of green was starting to turn darker, a large circle at the apex dividing into small rivulets going down her thighs until blending into the dark colors.

    Surprisingly, Tsuyu didn't look all that concerned. Todoroki honestly had never seen her with any facial expression other than the wide-eyed, blank stare she had now, he didn't know if she could make another face, but he expected her to look a little more worried while starting to wet herself. Well, he didn't have an answer to that question, but something else was entirely clear; she wouldn't last much longer, and she wasn't doing anything (if she even could), so it was his duty to assist.

    With a cool and level head, a solution came quickly, before Tsuyu could completely lose control. Not a moment wasted, Todoroki grabbed both of Tsuyu's shoulders, gently as he could, dropping her directly beneath the open window and the ice plank up to it. “I'll be back for you in a couple minutes,” he instructed, simultaneously forming two more ice walls to connect to the edges of the sleet above, effectively trapping Tsuyu inside.

    She heard her partner run overhead, and the click of him entering the window. In near total isolation, she could appreciate Todoroki's work. The ice he created, while usually imperfect, was entirely cloudy and jagged, it wasn't even slightly transparent. Perfect for her current needs, so she reached behind her neck, the only zipper to remove her costume, hiding behind her long hair.

    Her gloves were large, much bigger than her hands, so the mandatory precise grip to catch the zipper was a struggle in a fight she was already at a disadvantage in. Even while trying her best to undress, she couldn't keep her bladder at bay any longer, more pee leaking out by the second. Though she remained heavily aquatic, she liked the feeling of water on her skin, so her costume wasn't waterproof, and she could feel the warmth of her urine, almost hot in the chilly air surrounding her.

    “I don't think I can make this,” the frog girl decided, having made no progress on her costume and starting to feel the reduction of pressure in her abdomen, those successive spurts could stay little leaks for so long. The low temperature was not at all helping her control, so with a lack of time to spare... “Ribbit, it's not worth it anymore.” She squatted down like she was preparing for a hop, not slipping on the thin layer of ice thanks to her full-toed boots and flexible heels, and not only let go of the hold she still had, but actively started to force pee out.

    That was all it took, power behind her stream let it shoot straight through the costume, not spread across the fabric, pouring into a large and growing puddle beneath her body. The sharp difference in temperature caused the pee to steam upon hitting the ground, quickly melting the frost and making a smell apparent in the closed environment. She could almost taste it with her tongue hanging out, a common habit of hers but now caused by the relief.

    Despite the unexceptional conditions, Tsuyu couldn't help but feel satisfied. Was she peeing in the training ground, sure. Could she not make it, not really. Did she have to wet her costume, yeah. But looking at it all in perspective, she didn't do that bad. She had been given a hidden spot, her costume was kind of okay, and most importantly, she got the chance to pee at all without making a scene like Ochako had to suffer through. She had been waiting for this for too long, even if she didn't let it show.

    The amphibian certainly had to wait before she could feel fully refreshed, she had more than enough to give, which gave her the opportunity to listen for anything outside the enclosure. And it didn't take long for something to happen, footsteps increasing in volume, sliding to a close next to the ramp. “Looks like Todoroki beat us here,” a voice Tsuyu identified as Bakugo complained.

    “Well, let's see if he found anything,” Kirishima responded, and two sets of running emanated crossing the ramp above. The whole structure was thick and solid enough there was no threat of anything crashing down on her. Thank Todoroki for that. Things went quiet again, she couldn't even hear anyone inside the building.

    Not much time to reflect on that, because the loud crashing of urine finally started to die down, fading down to a tinkle before halting completely. Tsuyu let out a little breath of refreshment, and looked at her “work.” The puddle, while very golden in color, did not have a very impressive diameter, as expected from the smallest girl in class. Ochako probably beat her in capacity, though perhaps her accident just looked worse in the classroom. At least her clothing was spared more than her friend's, just the crotch, thighs, and bottom of her butt were visibly off-color. She didn't even mind the feeling of wet costume against her sensitive spots (no underwear was standard for skin-tight female costumes), she liked warm water.

    Before she could reflect too hard, the ice began dissipating, not melting, from the top, and standing directly in front of her as the barrier disappeared was Todoroki. “Are you alright now,” he asked.

    “Ribbit,” Tsuyu nodded. “Thanks for the help.”

    “We're heroes. It's our job to help not only civilians, but fellow guardians of justice.” He waved his ice hand, and the puddle froze over, with excess distance. “There, no one will notice now.”

    “If you could also cover me a little. Someone would put the pieces together if they saw my costume a little wet.”

    “Alright, sure.” He was in this deep as an accomplice, a little more assistance would be the appropriate thing to do.

    The pair started to walk away from the scene of the “crime”, until the PA System also installed in the training grounds sparked into life. “Attention, all UA students,” Principal Nezu announced. “I'm happy to share that we've caught the intruding villain at last. As such, all restrooms are open again. Thank you for bearing with us as we sorted this out.” The message ended, probably cut off before the principal could ramble.

    Todoroki and Tsuyu looked each other in the eye, not that the elemental boy could ever out-stare frog girl, neither wanting to be the first to say something about the bad timing. Once the silence had become awkward, Tsuyu spoke up. “They took a little too long. Ribbit.”

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    May Chang was barely waking up, eyes still hazy and thoughts still distant, but multiple concerns about her situation arose. First was her resting place, most certainly not a bed, it was cold, metal, and curved upwards all around her. She was thankfully small enough to fit without contorting her spine, but it wasn't comfortable. Next was that her head hurt, a lot more than just resting on metal would do. And, as she could conclude from the lighting, she was closed off in a prison of steel.

    “Ow...how did I even get here?” Last thing she remembered was her and Scar in the sewers beneath Central, they fought chimeras, a bearded man...and then she woke up. In pain, in darkness, and a tickling feeling on her chest. She reached her right arm out to the source of the sensation, and was relieved to find it soft, furry, and a size she recognized. “Shao May, you're okay,” she cried, hugging her tiny panda.

    “You brought her with you,” came a shout from outside, muffled through the barrier but still recognized by May. That kind of whiny shriek could only belong to the Fullmetal Alchemist that broke her heart.

    Suddenly, anything unpleasant about May's own condition washed away, like a sandcastle in a tsunami, and her focus entirely shifted to anger at Edward. “Who said you had to come, you midget fake prince?!”

    “Who are you calling a midget, you dwarf of an annoying girl?!”

    “You're awake again,” another voice, much calmer than the others, spoke. But the source was weird, instead of coming from a direction, it seemed to be encompassing May from all angles. And it sounded familiar, too...

    “Wait, are you that guy in the armor,” she possibly recognized.

    “Well...kinda. Truth is...I am the armor. My name's Alphonse, I'm Edward's brother.” He scratched the back of his helmet in nervousness, which meant his armor shifted with the Xingese girl inside. That's when May really understood, the armor was hollow, and she was inside it. She couldn't fathom how that was possible, besides being haunted, and she panicked. Standing upright wherever she could, she climbed up the torso to the helmet for an escape route. Feeling her fleeing, Al reached up and held his head on. “No, please stay in there! It's not safe out here!”

    Despite her strength, May couldn't escape the armor, and resigned herself to the imprisonment. There was very little sensory stimulation, so she had to pay attention for anything outside to entertain herself. That's when she could hear the sound of running water, probably a shower. Where was she? Certainly not beneath Central anymore.

    Also pressing, possibly more so, was the feeling the sound of the shower's water crashing against the floor made May aware of. Depending on how long she had been unconscious for, it had been quite a number of hours since she last gone pee. And that bodily function's clock sounded its alarm, because she needed to go again. Not just “I should find a bathroom soon”, but as her nerves continued waking up, she began to realize it was more of a “Where's the closest bathroom, I need it now”.

    Of course, she started considering what she could possibly do about this predicament, while pressing her right hand between her legs to hold herself, squeezing the crotch of her loose white pants and balling it in her fist. She was trapped, that much was unalterable truth, what could she possibly do with that severe handicap?

    “Just don't think about it, May,” she whispered to herself. “You're only going to need it worse if you dwell on it longer. You're a proud member of the Chang clan, and you're 11, old enough to not wet yourself.” Despite the words of reassurance, she rocked side to side on her rear, ruffling her robe even more than the earlier combat already had. Shao May, concerned about the constant motion, retreated into her garment for security.

    Lost in her struggle for bladder control, May completely forgot that there was a conversation happening outside. And the only reason she remembered was the sound of a door slamming open, a voice that sounded familiar from the fight beneath the city yelling something, and a scream from everyone in apparent horror.

    Whoever intruded left quickly, leaving May a little more relaxed she wouldn't be caught, but still tense as to not have an accident. And the noise of the running shower was absolutely not helping, even the water being turned off didn't reduce her desperation. She was really starting to doubt herself, if she could hold long enough for Alphonse to let her free.

    By no means a “dignified lady”, May had no qualms about relieving herself outside proper locations. She'd squatted behind shrubs, tinkled behind trees, and did her business in bottles, cups, and other containers. The sound of the shower that triggered her struggle had also given her an idea to get out of it; if there were showers, there was a chance there'd be a toilet as well. And if there wasn't...there were certainly drains that would do the trick.

    It was at least worth a shot. With her right hand still squeezed between her thighs, May knocked on Al's side to ensure she got his attention. Immediately, before she could even get a word in, Al reprimanded her, rushing to hush his captive. “Please be quiet! Believe me, you don't want to be caught by these guys! I don't think you can take on a Homunculus...I'm sorry, I never asked for your name.”

    Once it was very clear she wouldn't be let out, she flopped back into an awkward lying down position. “I'm May Chang from Xing, and I can take care of myself. I did better than you in that fight, actually! I was actually fighting those Homunculi while you were just standing there, clapping your hands!” Even in the face of peeing herself, May was feisty.

    And she wasn't the only one, because Edward took the escalation and started yelling back. “At least I didn't get knocked out, you annoying little twerp!” If the two could see each other, they'd probably get into a fight, despite the circumstances. But there was a wall of metal between them that just so happened to be Alphonse, so the aggression stayed low.

    Once he was sure there wouldn't be a brawl, Al continued talking to May. “Don't worry May, I promise we'll let you out once we're in the clear. To tell you the truth, we're captured too, and you'd probably get thrown in jail for illegal immigration if they found you.”

    “Yeah, and I'm really not up to dealing with another Xingese alien in prison, because you're somehow not the first,” Ed grumbled. “So just stay there and shut up until we're out.”

    “Don't mind him,” Al assured. “Brother's always grumpy. We'll try and hurry so you can leave as soon as you can.”

    Peeing was now the last thing May wanted to do. She still needed it, incredibly so, but she had suddenly decided it was far safer in here. Not because of the threat of Homunculi, but to stay away from this brotherly relationship ready to turn violent any second. “This place sucks,” she muttered under her breath, repeating it like she needed it to keep her sanity, to the point she forgot why she wanted to escape only a minute before until she felt it move and leave the room. Which meant she missed her chance.

    The motion of Al's armor, throwing the young girl around, bouncing her and causing her to hit the hard metal constantly, in what felt like the worst places of her body. Her crotch was protected, by both hands now and her legs crossed together so tight that blood flow past her wrists became limited, but it didn't do any good to her abdomen being hit. Every hit jolted her bladder hard, pushing her muscles to their limits as to not leak. She couldn't even do that, while she stayed on her back to not risk her bladder being hit, one good hit caused a few little spurts to fly into her panties.

    That certainly caused a bit of a panic in May. If she couldn't contain all her urine, how long until she couldn't hold any of it? She physically couldn't hold herself any harder, her fingers digging in so hard it was just as painful as her bladder about to pop, so she started shifting her center of gravity, rocking herself. Not that it should do anything useful, biologically speaking, but she instinctively started it so the motion at least made her feel better. By a minuscule margin.

    She had so little room to move, balancing the whole time on the thin strip between Al's legs, losing that stability was inevitability waiting in the wings. Her constant gyrations and tilting caused her to slide across the smooth material and her butt to fall into one of the leg holes. It wasn't quite wide enough for her whole body to slip down, her calves keeping her up along with the friction of her back against the steel, but she was in deep enough she couldn't free herself. She'd easily be able to in ordinary condition, but she could barely move now, stuck leaning back a little with opposing force pushing her neck forward. The only benefit was her posture, gravity was no longer forcing the weight of her stretched bladder on her urethra, which theoretically should have made things a little easier.

    Of course, being an alchemist (alkahestry, to be more precise), May was a girl of logic and science, though not the studious example. And as such, she knew, theoretical means nothing against practical data, the recording of what actually happens. And what actually happened to her was another push, pee as desperate to force its way out of her as she was to keep it in, further wetting her underwear. Her hands were numb, so she couldn't feel if it was seeping through her pants, but from how much the pressure increased from the taste of relief, it had to be making her white clothes a little transparent by now.

    “I...I can't...no more,” she strained, sounding like she was being choked. And it wasn't the only side effect to her surface-level health holding it for so long was having, she also felt cold and chills like a high fever. “H-how...so bad?” It wasn't anywhere close to this dire before she lost consciousness, little enough that adrenaline masked it completely. Her eyes were shut tight, her mouth biting a hair braid that had fallen in front of it to resist screaming in agony, everything below her chest hurt, tiny drops sneaking out by the second, soaking her bottoms.

    And the worst part, she couldn't do anything about it. She was a fighter, but martial arts wouldn't help. She couldn't spare a hand to pull out kunai, not that alkahestry would help in the slightest, and Shao May, having since exited the folds of her robe, was standing above her heart and looking at her with a sense of sympathy, unable to assist in a meaningful way. May hated it, she was incredibly skilled in a clash, but she was still constrained by the body of an 11 year old girl with its advantages and drawbacks.

    She had long stopped noticing anything outside the armor, it could have been the entire world for all it meant to her. She didn't realize Al, and by extension Ed, had arrived at a destination, that they had been talking with two older men of some importance, that the brothers were about to leave and that they were stopped for one final point. But following that was something sure to get May's attention, a sword piercing the armor's lower torso, just millimeters too high to stab her leg.

    For a single moment, the only thing that mattered was how close she was to dying. Unable to move, if whoever wielded that blade had aimed elsewhere, her life would have ended. That brief flash of lost focus was all it took, her muscles relaxed and they weren't going to tighten again. Her bladder wasted no time in jumping from squirting to full-out peeing, a torrent of urine thick as her body could handle pouring out. She heard it splattering as it gushed down into Al's foot, echoing off every surface, it sounded like a ringing bullet to her.

    More limber with nothing to hold, May pulled herself out of the gap, sliding back into her previous balance, but she had already lost. This was a full-on accident, wetting her pants, peeing herself, she should have been long past disgracing herself like that. Though she had moved her hands out of the flow's way, they were wet from the start of the burst, but she didn't care. She grabbed Shao May and cradled him in her forearms, holding him close to her chest in a tight hug. “Oh, Shao May...what did I do?”

    May had once again forgotten about the implications her presence had outside Alphonse, but he was not watertight. Perched on the interior of Al's crotch, some of her leak was trickling through gaps in the metal, looking very awkward from an exterior perspective. Edward noticed, “Al, what the hell are y-...May, are you alright in there?”

    ---------------

    As soon as the Elrics noticed something was up, Al rushed her into the closest bathroom, a men's room so he wouldn't look out of line, not that it mattered to May when the room was empty besides the two of them. Opening his chest plate, he let her into a stall without looking, and now she could hear him running a sink to clean himself off.

    May was somberly sitting on a toilet, far too late, her soggy clothes laying on the floor. She could see now, her white panties were absolutely drenched everywhere but the waistband, and everything from the legs to the rear of her matched-color pants was the same story, to the point they were so close to being clear. If she was still wearing them, she'd have nothing private to hide. Even the back of her robe was a little wet, she was wearing nothing but a shirt.

    She was taking toilet paper off the roll by the handful to wipe down her legs, bunching some of it to soak up excess from her clothes. She couldn't dry them off entirely or even close to enough to be presentable, which is why some of the squares were going to dry her tears. Shao May was standing atop the paper dispenser, looking at his master with sincere sorrow. May couldn't even talk to him, she felt so crushed and defeated.

    In that abyss of depression, someone knocked on the stall door, trying to be light but a body of steel making it too loud. “May...are you going to be alright,” Al asked.

    “Go away! I'm a failure, peeing myself like a little kid! You shouldn't have to worry about me!”

    Al hesitated, but he did reply. “I'm not mad, May. I'm not that hard to clean. And I did keep you trapped inside me, so it's kind of my fault.”

    May was surprised, given this boy was Edward's brother, it was a shock he was calm and willing to help. “...what do I do? I completely lost it, I can't be seen wearing this!”

    “If you want, you can hand me your clothes. I can take care of them.”

    She wasn't sure, handing over embarrassing evidence to someone she barely knew, especially when it contained her underwear, but she had the ability to sense the auras of living things. She could feel the humanity of the suit of armor, with nothing but kindness strongly radiating. Satisfied, she pushed her shoe against the pile of clothes and slid them under the door, leaving a trail of urine along their path.

    May got to work cleaning up that mess, while outside the small room, she heard Al clap his hands loudly, and the room was filled with a bright blue light. She had barely even gotten started wiping up the liquid before something was draped over the door, her dressings. After wiping her hands so they were somewhat dry, she tossed the saturated paper into the toilet, flushing the large pile away and somehow not clogging the pipes. Too short to reach the door's peak height, she jumped up and pulled the garments down. She couldn't believe it, they were definitely her clothes, but they were dry as the Eastern Desert, pristine. “H-how did you...”

    “Basic alchemy. I placed them over the sink and separated the water from the fabric. I did the same thing to my cloth. I wouldn't call it 'clean', but it's enough to get you back wherever you belong to properly wash them.”

    May had no idea what to say. She degraded herself down so far, but there was no reprimand, no punishment, no mocking or laughing. She couldn't say anything, she redressed herself, pushed the stall door open, and leapt onto the unsuspecting Al, embracing him in the widest and happiest hug she had given in a very long time. “Thank you so much, Alphonse!” Wavering for reasons May didn't understand, the little panda eventually joined in. “And Shao May forgives you for kidnapping him!”

    “I didn't kidnap your cat,” he jokingly retorted, and the two of them laughed. He put May down, but as she stood on her own feet again, she started wobbling, Al grabbing her just before she fell. “Are you alright now?”

    “Yeah, just forgot I took a hit to the head before. I haven't stood up in awhile.”

    “We know a doctor, we can take you to him, in case you have a concussion.” He opened up the front of his torso and gently placed the young girl inside. “Just rest, I'll take care of you.” The door closed, and in the darkness, May drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

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  9. Halloween.

    A day that, like Christmas and Birthdays, only comes once a year. A day that anybody can become anything they want for an evening and engage in the frights and thrills of the horrific and fiendish. Some choose to spend this day socialising at parties, collecting various sugary snacks from others, or simply sitting at home and marathoning horror movies while handing treats and tricks to the ghoulish visitors to their homes.

    However, some may choose to use the cover of night and anonymity to take part in questionable recreation. At this time of year, cornfields grow to their full height and create a natural maze inside of them for anyone willing to brave setting foot in the fields. This is the very situation that two girls have got themselves in to.

    Abigail and Vivi, two Highschool freshmen, decided to abuse the natural cover of the cornfields to sample some questionable beverages. Due to the legal age being a little over their current age, and the fact that their families were rather strict on upholding the overarching legislations that prevented underage drinking, both girls had to seek some form of natural cover to even consider engaging in the consumption of alcohol, and so they headed over to a local cornfield, which had previously been used to host a Harvest Festival just before Halloween.

    Vivi was dressed in a pink windbreaker jacket, which was at present unzipped, revealing a deep blue polo shirt underneath it. She also had on a pair of blue shorts, which caressed her slender and beautifully toned legs, and a pair of white and pink running shoes branded with a popular sports brand. Her light brown hair was tied in a set of small twintails on either side of her head, held in place by a set of pumpkin bobble ties. Slung over her shoulder she had a hot pink sports bag, also branded with a popular sports brand.

    Abigail had on a similar outfit, except her coat was a deep red track jacket, and her footwear was a pair of casual trainers. Her long dark brown hair was nearly held back by a small black hairband with little horns on either side of it, pointing upwards like a typical addition to any devil outfit. She didn't have any bags on her, and had her jacket done up with both her hands in the pockets on the jacket. Unlike her companion, she was feeling the cold of Autumn.

    “This is the place.” Vivi informed Abigail. “Now then, let's head inside and get started on these.”

    Vivi accentuated her statement with a little tap on her sports bag.

    “Track practice ran on a little later than I'd hoped, but we can't miss this just because some people can't pull their weight on the team.” Vivi finished.
    “I still think this is rather a bad idea.” Abigail commented, sounding a little apprehensive. “Won't our parents smell it on us when we get home?”
    “Fat chance of that if we just head up to our rooms and lock ourselves away for the night. If my Dad found out that I'd been drinking, he'd never let me hear the end of it.”
    “Yeah, but...”

    Despite the confirmation from Vivi, Abigail was still second guessing her choices. Never in her life had she even so much as seen alcohol, let alone sampled it. All she knew about it came from her classmates at school, whom often regaled people with tales of drunken capers and brutal hangovers. Most of them were possibly fabricated so they could get with the 'in' crowd, but, even so, it didn't do anything to help her views of the unpredictable drink.

    “If you wanna back out, you're more than welcome to.” Vivi lightly teased the apprehensive girl. “I'll just tell Him that you couldn't hold your drink and had an embarrassing accident. I'm sure that'll make 'It' stand to attention quicker than a soldier does to their commanding officer.”
    “D-don't tell Him that!” Abigail protested as a deep blush formed on her face. “Th-that's totally not true! I'll prove it!”
    “Gotcha...” Vivi grinned to herself.

    At that planned provocation from Vivi, both teens were set on the evening they had planned and headed deep into the Corn Maze, using the cover of the natural barricades to prevent any curious onlookers from catching on to their lawbreaking antics. When they'd reached the clearing in the centre, Vivi placed her bag on the floor, opened it up and drew out a pair of WKD Blue Bottles.

    “We'll start out small.” Vivi informed Abigail as she handed her one of the bottles. “These are only 4%, so they're as weak as they come.”

    Opening up one of the side pockets, Vivi pulled out a small Bottle opener and popped the caps of each bottle.

    “How many more you got in there?” Abigail asked.
    “Two more WKD, a 4 pack of Stella, and a Litre bottle of Smirnoff.” Vivi answered. “We probably won't get through all of them, but we can try.”
    “I-I'll do my best!”
    “This isn't cheerleader practice, Cheer Captain. We're not trying to win a game here. Just drink and enjoy the evening.”

    And so, the alcohol filled night began. The first pair of drinks took a little longer to finish off because neither of them wanted to rush in and face the consequences of intoxication too soon. When they'd cleared the first set, the others flowed more easily. Both girls got rather tipsy, giggling at one another's stupid stories and behaviour. The alcohol did the thinking for them when they started on the Stella, as they tried to down it as quickly as they could, only to fail miserably and spill most of it on themselves. They were about to start on the Smirnoff when Vivi caught the time while flicking through her phone for pictures of her Childhood friend in embarrassing situations.

    “Oh shit!” Vivi exclaimed. “I was meant to be back before eleven, and now it's going on for midnight.”
    “Vivi~ doooon't shpeak sho loud.” Abigail slurred as she pulled herself up from leaning on the Scarecrow in the field.  She was possibly the most drunk out of the pair. “You'll wake up -hic- Mishter Scharecrow.”
    “You're totally pissed, girl.” Vivi laughed at her drunken friend. “You've only had one WKD and half of a Stella.”
    “But I've outdrank Mr. Scarecrow.” Abigail protested with a small pout.  Her face was positively flushed red with drunkenness.
    “That's easy to do. We'd outdrank him before we even started.”

    Getting Abigail home in this state would be problematic to say the least, but Curfews demanded it, and Vivi had already far surpassed hers.

    “Come on, let's get you home.” Vivi chuckled to Abigail as she pulled her up onto her shoulder. Standing up was possibly not the best idea for her, as both girls soon toppled over as the alcohol caught up with Vivi, causing them to land in quite a heap on the floor, laughing like idiots as they fell.

    “Guess I'm just as bad as you.” Vivi laughed as she tried to stand up once more. “Though, I've had at least twice your count.”
    “Vivi, I gotta pee~” Abigail announced, not caring about the blatantness of her statement. She'd become quite childish from the drunkenness.
    “So have I, but let's get home.”
    “But I really gotta gooooooo.”
    “Yeah, you can go when we get home. Peeing in this field is the last thing I wanna do, and you should know better as well.”
    “Oooooooookayyyyyyyy...”

    Once Vivi had finally managed to regain her footing, supporting both a drunken Abigail and her half empty bag of alcohol, the pair started to make their way out of the field. However, due to their lack of foresight, and the mild intoxication Vivi was currently experiencing, navigating out of this maze proved more difficult than they'd expected. Vivi had somehow managed to go a full circle back to the Scarecrow twice before she'd noticed that they weren't getting anywhere.

    “Vivi, I really gotta pee now.” Abigail whined as she squirmed a little on Vivi's shoulder. “Are we out yet?”
    “No we're not.” Vivi sighed as she tried to right the squirming girl so she didn't fall flat on her face. “You're not a kid. You can hold it through one stupid maze. And stop saying it, you're making it worse for me as well.”
    “But I really, really gotta pee...”

    Abigail was too far gone in the alcohol to get any sense out of her. Eventually, after coming across the same Scarecrow for a third time, Viv just gave up.

    “This is so stupid!” She angrily complained. “Let's just bust through the corn out of here!”

    True to her word, and her short temper, Vivi just picked a single direction, which was the one the scarecrow was facing, and just charged through the corn. There was enough of it around to make up for a small amount of trampled corn. However, pushing aside all the corn wasn't easy. Plus, the mounting pressure in her bladder, and the technical deadweight on her shoulder, wasn't helping matters.

    “Vivi, I can't hold it!” Abigail suddenly announced “I'm gonna pee myself!”
    “You can't be serious!” Vivi protested. “We've only been wandering around for, like, thirty minutes!”
    “I'm really serious. It's coming ooooooouuuuuuuuutttttttt!”

    True enough, Vivi felt the side of her leg that Abigail was leaning on suddenly get warmer and wetter as a noisy splattering of pee hitting plant life echoed around the pair.
    “EW! GROSS!” Vivi exclaimed as she quickly pushed Abigail to the side, making her stumbled a little before falling on her rear, still peeing full force, on the trampled corn plants underneath her.

    “Knew this would happen.” Vivi grinned to herself as she got her phone out and began recording Abigail's complete loss of control, much to the dismay of the target. “He's gonna love this. He'll be jerking off to this tomorrow!”
    “Noooooooooo, stop recording!” Abigail retaliated as she tried to hide the rapidly growing wet patch across her blue shorts, but was evidently just flailing around as she couldn't really see the exact place through her proverbial 'Beer Goggles'.

    The explosion from Abigail lasted nearly a full minute as all the alcohol she drank that night forced its way out of her, onto her sodden shorts, and into the puddle forming on the corn under her. Seeing another losing control just made it even harder for Vivi to keep her own bladder in check as she crossed her legs and bobbed from side to side while recording, even going as far as to turn the camera on herself and record her pee-dance for the amusement, and 'material', of the recipient for this video. The alcohol possibly had some influence on her brazen display, as she wouldn't, in her right mind, even dream about doing something like this.

    Once Abigail had finished emptying her liquid reserves, she sat there, gently sobbing away, as Vivi stopped the recording and picked her up once more.

    “Don't be so down. He's gonna love this when He gets it.” Vivi tried to console her companion, though it didn't really work as expected.
    “I peed myself.” Abigail sobbed in response. “I really peed myself.”
    “Good one, Captain Obvious.”

    Now that one had found relief, all that remained was for the other to either meet the same fate, or get out of this maze in time. Thankfully, after another ten minutes of pushing on in the same direction, Vivi and Abigail made it out of the maze and back to the road they entered from. One problem solved, now one more remained.

    “Okay, let's stop here for a bit. I'm at my limit.” Vivi informed Abigail as she set her down on the kerbside and put all her focus on holding back the impending flood.
    “You should pee yourself too.” Abigail countered. “It's only fair.”
    “What?! No way in hell would I do that!”
    “Do it. You recorded me peeing myself, so fair is fair.”
    “I said no!”

    Abigail was having none of Vivi's non-compliance. With most of the drunkenness gone, Abigail could at least move enough to pounce on Vivi and tickle her all over, prompting the other girl to enter a fit of giggles and squirming.

    “Stop! You'll make me pee myself!” Vivi ordered her tickle attacker.
    “That's the whole reason I'm doing this!” Abigail retorted. “You got to see and record me peeing myself, so, as I said, it's only fair that you do it!”
    “You're drunk, girl! You don't really want this!”
    “Yes I do.”
    “Seriously, STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOP!”

    Eventually, Vivi's iron grip faltered, and a sheer torrent of urine erupted forth from her, instantly soaking her shorts and cascading down to the floor beneath her, forming a mini lake beneath her on the pavement. Abigail, with her phone already out and primed for recording, was capturing every last second, from when she started her tickle assault, to this very moment, capturing the entirety in crisp HD Quality, using the street lights as lighting.

    “He's gonna love this as well. Seeing a pee shy girl like you using your panties as a toilet over the cover of the cornfields.” Abigail taunted. “Revenge is sweet, and so will He be after He sees this.”

    With absolutely no strength left to hold back the tides, Vivi just let her bladder empty itself all over her clothes and the floor. Much like Abigail was after her loss, Vivi's post accident shock caught up to her as she gently sobbed away, looking at the lake she was making beneath her. Once around half a minute was up, the torrent died down to a stream and finished with trickles. Her blue shorts were now a deep blue and glistening in the light from the lamps, and the lower half of her polo shirt was also not saved from the flood. Thankfully, her jacket had prevent most of it from reaching anywhere else, but her clothes were still sodden, especially on the lower half.

    “Happy now?!” Vivi sulked with a sniffle.
    “Now we're equal.” Abigail answered with a smile as she stopped the recording.

    After a tense moment between the pair, each of them burst out laughing at what had just happened. They'd left for a night on the drink, only to end up wetting themselves and recording it as masturbation material for a friend. Overall, this night had been eventful, and now came the awkwardness of making it home, in pee soaked clothing, and back to their rooms without their parents noticing. Let the stealthing begin.

    Fin~

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    Cats really don't do well on the open water. In all fairness, Blaze wasn't doing poorly on the boat Ocean Tornado. It's not like she was vehemently staying away from the boat's edges, she wasn't seasick, she wasn't shaking in terror, she was probably even a better swimmer than Sonic. The feline princess would just rather not be out in the ocean, even if it was better than being underneath the surface, and especially better than being too high above sea level. It helped that this was a stable boat, large, a cabin in the rear center of the dock, and lots of firepower.

    This was a strange adventure Blaze had found herself in. It hadn't been that long after returning to her home dimension after her previous voyage in another world, where she met Sonic the Hedgehog and his friends, they teamed up and beat Eggman Nega and his interdimensional counterpart. She had even formed a friendship with young girl Cream the Rabbit, after the two had an...exposing experience. Now, Sonic had been pulled to Blaze's dimension, and they had to secure the Jeweled Scepter, the most powerful treasure the royal family had to protect.

    “Are you doing alright, Blaze?” She turned away from looking at the empty ocean to the sound on the boat, and had to look down after that. It was Tails, the orange two-tailed fox that was Sonic's best friend. He was smart, he built the boat they were standing on among other seafaring vehicles, but he was stuck on the boat with her. They had been on their way to a hidden island to find a Sol Emerald when the craft had encountered the nefarious pirate Johnny, meaning Sonic had to take off and race him to win a Chaos Emerald. That just left Blaze and Tails. At least it isn't Marine, both thought.

    “I don't like the water, but I'll survive.” Even if she had opened up in the time since last adventure, she would still rather stay quiet now. But Tails had the same kind of youthful energy and innocence that Cream had, she'd feel bad blowing him off. This time, however, her silence wasn't due to anti-social behaviors. Watching the calm currents and waves of the deep ocean had awakened a feeling below her stomach, one she certainly recognized.

    How does this happen twice? Blaze needed to pee on the adventure while on the path to the next location. Needing to use the bathroom was not unusual for her, it always happened at least once just because the action took enough time, but she wasn't alone this time. She could wait until they reached the island, she'd be departing alone and could answer nature's call then. But she was noticing her bladder now, which meant she was already pretty desperate. At least I'm the only desperate one this time, she thought as she looked at Tails, who was looking out to the ocean, his left leg twitching. Uh-oh.

    The sounds of water were not helping Blaze's predicament, she yearned for a distraction, and it looked like Tails needed one too. “Sonic's taking a very long time. I figured the fastest thing alive would be able to finish a race faster than this.”

    “Sonic's very proud,” he responded. “If he loses, and he very well might by this Emerald race, he'll just keep challenging Johnny to rematches until he wins. It could take a while.” Very quietly, he grumbled at the end of the sentence, but Blaze still picked it up. She didn't bring it up, she already had the reason after all, she was even tempted to do the same.

    Right then, a wave of desperation hit Blaze's bladder, reminding her quite forcefully of the amount of urine she was keeping in. It hurt, now it was her turn to whimper, and she even bent at the knees just a little in response. She wouldn't grab herself, especially with Tails right there, but she really wanted to. Another distraction, now! “You're certainly a lot more articulate than Cream. How much older are you?”

    He didn't look at her this time, wanting to keep consistent focus on something, but he was at least courteous and replied. “I'm...2 years older than Cream. I'm 8, and a lot s-smARTER,” his voice cracked as he strained to finish the word. That surely must have been a similar surge of need to Blaze's, probably even greater in magnitude. While he didn't cross his legs in response either, his twin tails twisted tightly together as his stance turned shaky. Even with him looking away, probably moreso now, Blaze could still see a blush form on his muzzle and whiskers.

    Poor kid...I don't remember Cream looking this desperate. He must need to go really bad, and he isn't even mentioning it. Both from already seeing a friend in the same situation, and currently being in the same place, Blaze felt a pang of sympathy almost as painful as her bladder's strikes. Not quite, but almost. She didn't feel right making Tails suffer like he shouldn't say anything, so it was time to make her own desire known. Not like she had any ground to stand on when it came to keeping restroom visits private. “You too, huh,” she asked as she subtly rubbed her thighs together to give the hopefully perceptive fox a clue what she was referring to.

    Tails turned to her to see what she was talking about, and when he saw her wiggling, his eyes widened as he realized that she needed to pee just like him. He didn't even know how to react to that, the normally dignified and proper princess he didn't know all that well admitting she was having a certain trouble. A few seconds of frozen stillness later, Tails gave in and did what his body had been longing for, begging him to do for a while now; he crossed his legs tightly, grabbed his crotch just as hard, and bent over shaking. “S-sorry. I have to pee so much, I really can't help this anymore.”

    “I don't blame you, it doesn't feel like it'll be long before I start following your lead there. I really wish I had noticed this as a need before we set sail.”

    “I knew I had to pee before we left, but I was busy working on another project and I didn't take a break yet. Then Sonic came in and told me we were leaving, and I didn't have the courage to tell him to give me a minute.” He started dancing, as if to show how big a mistake that was.

    Yeah, he needs to pee way worse than me. Looks like it really hurts. She felt bad for the little fox, how did she end up with two kids in emergency situations? I should at least give him a hope spot. “I was planning on...you know, doing my business once we get to the island. I'm sure you can think of some excuse to come with me.”

    Tails looked at Blaze stunned, completely confused. “Why would there be a bathroom on the...oh. Never mind.” It was a simple mistake from a kid trying not to wet himself, but Blaze still rolled her eyes. Is it really that unbelievable that a girl would pee outside? “I don't know if I can make it to the island, but I'll try. I'm so tempted to go off the side of the boat.”

    Yeah, I don't blame him. If I had to pee as bad as that, I'd pee off the boat too. At least, if no one knew. Too late on that part, Blaze already knew what plagued Tails, she'd know what was up if Tails suddenly came back not dancing all over the place. But what would I do with that knowledge? Not like I'd tease him or tell anyone. Her ears perked up as she attempted to listen to anything nearby. It wasn't easy drowning out Tails' stomping, but besides that, all she heard were waves and maybe some seagulls. “You don't see Sonic or Johnny or anything on the horizon, do you?”

    Once again, Tails looked confused, but he looked to the distance to check, trying his hardest to keep his eyes open. “I-I don't see anything.”

    “Good. You go behind the cabin and...” She stopped as she realized it would be cruel to ask the kid who was having a hard enough time just standing to walk to the other end of the boat. “Actually, you stay here, I'll be back there for a few minutes. If I hear any splashing over here, or if you're acting differently when I come back, I'll ignore it.” The intention seemed obvious enough, but Tails was probably too distracted to notice the subtlety, so Blaze added a wink at the end.

    At least he caught on, but with a bladder as bursting as his, he didn't have the attention span to reply in a similarly indirect way. “Thank you so much, Blaze! It won't take long, I just...need this so much.”

    “Believe me, I get it. Just do what you have to.” Blaze turned and walked, just a little stiff, to the back side of the boat, where the cabin would block the view to the other end. Tails at least tried to wait until Blaze was out of sight, but by the time she was at least not currently looking, he started to lose it. Another push from his bladder, feeling like it was seriously about to pop, put the fox over the edge as a few little leaks found their way out, dripping onto his hands and added yellow dots to his white gloves.

    “Ah ahahah! No, not yet, I'm so close!” No time to waste anymore, he rushed as close to the hull as he could without stepping onto the barrier. Incredibly hesitantly, he untwisted his legs, shaking like sails in the wind, his tails unintentionally making the same motions. He was facing the water, the waves crashing into the boat making more pee spurt out into his hands, still gripping his privates like it'd kill him if he let go. “Just need to...let go, and you can pee. That's it, Tails. Just let go now.”

    Meanwhile, on another end of the deck, Blaze was looking out at her side of the ocean. Tails built this whole boat, she realized. He's at least earned the right to pee off it in a dire emergency like this. Things were still quiet, a little surprising, Blaze figured he wouldn't waste even a second before relieving himself. She knew she'd have to wait, so she began studying the distance to pass the time, starting to cross her legs to cope with her own building pressure. If he's okay with it, I may need to use the side of the boat after him. Nothing else on the water and Tails was out of sight, so Blaze was effectively alone. Or I could do it now. I can hold it, but I'd rather do it sooner. Just in case there's something unexpected on the island. One more look to ensure she had privacy, when suddenly she saw the white of breaking water on the horizon, a lot of it, approaching fast. Too many to be Sonic, even if Johnny was with him, so the real bad guys were the only option. “Tails! Whisker's men are coming!”

    At that moment, Tails was just removing his hands, probably seconds away from peeing. Upon hearing Blaze calling to him, he froze, losing concentration for a brief moment and leaking a little more onto the ship floor, his bladder screaming at him to not stop there. Once again, he grabbed himself and crossed his legs together, probably harder than before. “Blaze...I really don't think I can hold it any longer! Can you please take care of them?!” It didn't even matter if the robots might see, Tails just needed to pee already.

    I'm so sorry, Tails. I know you need this. “I don't know how to use any of the weapons on the ship, and my fire can only hold them off so long!” She hesitated, she really didn't want to make Tails suffer any longer than he already had. “I guess...they're still a ways off, and I can take care of a few of them! Do whatever you can until then!”

    “N-no,” he shouted back. “It takes time to arm the weapons, too much time. I...I have to wait! Get inside the cabin!” Blaze didn't quite believe that Tails was willingly giving up maybe his only chance at a bathroom break, but if they needed to protect the ship, so be it. She boosted in, a shaking Tails following what seemed like an eternity later. “Okay, hit the big red button next to the wheel to get the weapons out.”

    Blaze looked back at Tails, who had his eyes shut tight as his hips swayed in the throes of probably the worst desperation she had ever seen. And he was the one guiding Blaze. It seemed a little pathetic on her part, but she followed the direction and slammed her palm on the button. It caused doors to open on the outer hull, and gun turrets and flamethrowers emerged, joining the cannons already on the deck. “How far are they, and how fast are they moving?”

    “Uh...” She turned to check the attackers, gaining but still with distance. “They're getting closer, but they're not here yet! And they're keeping a steady forward course!”

    “Real good description,” Tails grumbled. “If you can lead your shots well enough, use the rear cannons with the small blue button beneath the wheel. When the cannons are recharging or you need the speed, use the guns with the green button to its right. When they're right on our tails, use nothing but the flamethrowers with the red button, or your own fire! When the weapon's selected, use the screen on the left to select the side of the boat to fire from and tap to target the enemies and shoot!”

    He can't even see what's happening, and he's giving me instructions like an annoying manual. But she had to follow it, or their boat might be destroyed and they would have to swim back. Impending danger wasn't enough to get Blaze to lose focus, but Tails about to wet himself a few feet from her and her own aching bladder did not make an accurate combination, so she activated the turrets, which brought up a diagram of the Ocean Tornado on what looked like an orange game controller with a screen in the middle. She quickly tapped the rear, which brought up a camera feed of Whisker's forces approaching.

    Now it was time for battle. Just to try it, she tapped on the image of the closest enemy, and the turrets fired up and shot at it, blowing it up with only a few hits. Blaze was not expecting it to be so loud, she jumped at the ringing noise of a high-velocity bullet being ejected from a giant turret, it surprised and shocked her to the point she accidentally leaked a little bit into her panties. Uh-oh, I'm getting a little too close to having an accident. We need to wrap this up quick. Even though he must have expected the sound, she saw Tails jump too, and she could only imagine he had a similar secondary reaction.

    But she had to admit, shooting these guys was kind of fun. She tapped on the next one and the bullets fired once more, blowing up another robot. She braced herself for the sound this time and stayed still, but Tails still jolted, probably because he didn't have the current fortitude to handle such a loud noise. She couldn't confirm it, but she thought she saw the edges of his gloves' palms grow yellow. It wouldn't surprise her if that was the case.

    One after another, the invaders fell to the power of Tails' guns. Things weren't getting easier for the little fox, or Blaze for that matter, so she hurriedly took out almost all of them. These guys really don't know how to dodge, to get out of the way of everything I've fired. Thank you. The last one was almost upon them, but Blaze didn't feel like using any more bullets, she had a better idea. She turned away from the controls to look out the cabin's windows at the approaching enemy, raised her right hand, pressed her thumb against her index and middle fingers, and snapped. The final robot suddenly burst into flames, not an explosion like every one before, but combustion courtesy of Blaze's natural fire. The fight was won, Blaze let out a heavy breath, and pressed her hand against her tights. Finally... “Hey Tails, we got them! You're in the clear!

    He didn't respond, he stayed completely silent. That's not good. Actually, she realized, some of the water sound wasn't from the ocean, it was behind her, in the cabin. Like liquid hitting the wooden floor. That's bad. Really bad. “Uh, Tails?” She was pretty sure what she'd find, but she still turned to look at the kid, and found exactly what she expected; Tails, hunched over, eyes closed, hands digging into his crotch, urine as golden as rings soaking into his gloves, streaming between his fingers, running through the fur on his legs, making one big puddle beneath his shoes.

    “Oh.” That's all Blaze could say. In all honesty, their conversation and plan hadn't been going on for that long, probably no more than 10 minutes, but it felt like hours of hard work and strife was lost once Tails couldn't hold it any longer. Not that she blamed him, not in the slightest, but this was the reality. He wet himself.

    Even he didn't seem to believe it. He wasn't even acknowledging it, just standing in the same position as his pee, a testament to how bursting his bladder was, flooded out. But the sound, sight, and smell couldn't be ignored. Tails didn't even wait to finish before he started apologizing. “S-sorry, Blaze. I tried, really, but it wasn't enough.”

    “I believe you. I saw how hard it was for you to hold that, I'm actually impressed you made it that long. Sorry it had to be just not long enough.” Blaze had already dealt with another kid with a full bladder, so even if Cream made it without a full-out accident, she still had experience for sympathy. And Tails was still going strong, the splattering of new urine into the puddle loud and echoing. “Wow, you...really had to pee.”

    “Absolute limit,” he whispered. Like it was accentuating that limit, it started quieting down now, his urine finally running out after over a minute of a heavy waterfall between his legs. “Ahh...” His voice trailed off, he didn't look particularly happy, but he acknowledged the empty feeling, a good kind. “At least that feels way better.” He straightened his posture, putting his hands to his side, letting Blaze clearly see the damage done. His once-white gloves were now dyed yellow on the inside, still dripping just to the side of the puddle. His fur, his crotch and down his legs, was matted and stuck together, no discoloration from his natural hue but a lot of shine. Even the ankles of his shoes had plenty of yellow soaked into them.

    That part was over, at least, but they still had more to deal with. How are we going to explain this to Sonic when he gets back? Is there even a way to hide it? Inspiration struck the cat. “Tails, I've got another idea, and this one should work out better. We need to clean this up before Sonic comes back, and you too. You get in the water, wash all that off, I got the puddle. You built this thing fireproof, right?”

    “Uh, sure. I mean, the sun canopy would burn, but I definitely made the ship with flamethrowers fireproof.” Realization hit him, why Blaze would ask about that specification. “What are you planning to burn?”

    “I'm not burning anything, I can just use my fire to evaporate the puddle. Then you'll be clean and nothing on the ship will give it away. Well, except the smell, that'll only get worse.”

    Tails considered this, moving his hand to stroke his face in thought before realizing that would be a terrible idea. “Wait until I get out of the water, that way I can deal with the smell. Until then, I'll be swimming at the front of the Ocean Tornado, so you can do whatever you want back here for a few minutes.” He winked at Blaze.

    She got it, and she smiled that she was being given the courtesy. “Thanks. Watching you go was really not making it easier on me.” She crossed her legs and bounced once.

    “It's the least I could do after you tried to help me so much.” Blaze sidestepped out of the path of the door so Tails could leave, trying his best to limit the drops falling off his body as he jumped off the back of the boat into the water, swimming around the edge to the front.

    She watched him swim away, and when the front of the ship blocked him from view, Blaze stepped to the waist-high wall of the back deck. Tails gave me a distraction, but I still could really use this pee. She had better luck than Tails, nothing in sight as she reached up to her chest and pulled her tights down, dropping them to her ankles. Her bladder, realizing she was close to letting go, leaked a few more spurts into her panties, which were thankfully black and hid the few stains. She started rubbing her thighs together to relieve some pressure until she could drop her panties too. Undressed, she positioned her hands around her privates to give herself forward force, and finally started peeing.

    Phew...that feels good. It wasn't nearly the loud splattering Tails made, but the light tinkle sound as her steady release hit the ocean's surface was satisfying. Blaze sighed as the pressure on her bladder diminished. She didn't realize it earlier because of the comparison to Tails' pain, but she needed to go pretty bad, now was a good time to take care of it. She could have held it to the island, but it wouldn't have been comfortable, peeing off the side of the boat, as crude as it seemed, was the better option. At least she had privacy this time, instead of Cream watching her. And I didn't have to see Tails' penis, either. Seeing Cream's privates was a little awkward. Didn't turn out that bad, even for Tails.

    Nearly a minute later and her stream stopped, the few remaining drops falling into her panties at her feet. I have 8 years and holding practice on him, and I still couldn't compare to Tails. She winced as she imagined how much it must have hurt to hold that much, even for her. She pulled her panties up, tights followed, and all was well. Tails swam back just then, almost like he wax waiting for her to finish, and climbed back into the boat, even more soaking but cleaner.

    “You ready to clean this up,” Blaze asked. Tails nodded, and the two walked into the cabin, leaving the doorway open and standing in front of the puddle. Blaze snapped her finger and the puddle started steaming and evaporating, as she remembered too late to cover her nose. Tails had the correct amount of foresight, he closed his nostrils and stood on the side of the puddle opposite the door, facing away from both. As the room's heat increased, his twin tails spun (somehow not propelling him forward) and blew it all off the boat. With this system, it only took a few minutes without tools until all was better. Blaze's job finished first, but Tails stopped not long after, and both of them could only detect the faintest scent after uncovering their noses.

    Tails flashed a thumbs up, and Blaze noticed that propeller spin dried him off pretty well too. “Worked out pretty well, Blaze. No evidence left!” Well, my panties are still a little wet, but no one is looking at that. “Hey...thanks for all that help. I don't know what I would have done without it.”

    “Well, you probably would have taken the first opportunity you had if you were by yourself. But I'm a princess, it's my duty to help others, and you really needed it. Just...try not to ask for my assistance like this again.” The longer until I have to help someone else with a bathroom need again, the better.

    “Don't worry. The longer until I'm in a predicament like this again, the better.” He smiled, when his gaze went downwards. “You burned the floor, I'll have to fix that when we get back to Southern Island.”

    Blaze looked too, and sure enough, the part of the wood paneling that the puddle sat upon was now blackened and charred. “Hey, don't blame me! I only had to use it because of you!”

  10. Megumin was jealous. One of the lesser stated facets of being an adventurer was drinking alcoholic beverages with the guild after a successful quest, it was a social event of merriment and camaraderie. But the arch demon that was just as much a part of the victory as Kazuma, Aqua, or Darkness just had to be underage and couldn't partake in the party. Instead, she was sitting somberly at one of the tables while her team was having all the fun.

    Well, she didn't have to be alone in her loneliness, because here came the master of exclusion, fellow crimson demon Yunyun. "Alright Megumin, this is my chance! This is the time I finally beat you!"

    Yunyun's constant need for validation and her contrasting taste to the rest of their class made her an awkward sort that chased away anyone friendly, and even similar castoff Megumin didn't want to hang out with her. But Yunyun was carrying as many full mugs as she could carry, so there was an immediate, material benefit to humoring her. "Alright then, I accept your challenge." She patted one of the many empty spots on the bench as a gesture to join.

    The friendless mage was all too happy for the company, and she sat down with the biggest smile on her face, laying her armful of wooden steins on the table. Megumin wasted no time grabbing the closest one and chugging it down. "Good, you've got the idea down! Oh, don't worry, I got non-alcoholic drinks."

    Just as quickly as she picked it up, Megumin put the drink down with a look of disgust and severe disappointment. "So what do you want to beat me in this time?"

    "Whoever can drink more wins!" She had lost the lead, so Yunyun started drinking to catch up. Against her better judgment, Megumin grabbed her mug again and resumed, slowed to a sip. She had nothing else to do, might as well prove her superiority.

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    Yunyun was at her limit. Drinking a lot in rapid succession felt awful, her stomach was feeling sick halfway through her tenth mug. "I can't do anymore," she declared, face falling on the table in an exhausted daze.

    Megumin was barely doing better. She, too, was working on her tenth, seriously considering ending it now and letting Yunyun have a second victory over her. But, for better or worse, the mage was proud, she wouldn't lose when victory was nothing beyond a drink was in her way. "Here goes..." She hesitated, she looked displeased, but she forced that final bit of liquid down her throat, and collapsed in a similar way. "Yunyun, let's make a deal," she slurred, holding out a hand towards her competitor. "Never do a food-related challenge again."

    "Deal." They very weakly shook hands and resumed being mostly dead with nothing more than anguished groaning while everyone else was allowed to enjoy themselves. Some large amount of time passed, or maybe it just felt like an eternity, and Megumin somehow found the strength to stand up, having to hold her stomach to protect against any churning. "Where are you going," Yunyun asked with the bare minimum energy.

    "Gotta use the bathroom," she answered, not caring to hide her bodily functions. "Gonna need to before all this goes through me."

    She was initially allowed to continue, but processing that statement put a new shot of energy into Yunyun, though she still wouldn't stand. "Megumin! I have another challenge for you, and this time I'm going to win!"

    "What," Megumin asked, not even trying to hide her patience long-gone.

    "Holding contest! Whoever has to relieve themselves first loses!"

    She had no reason to agree. Megumin could very easily ignore her contest and take a leak like she had planned. She wouldn't even feel guilty about blowing Yunyun off. But her life was full of bad decisions, whether she would own up to them or not. "Fine, I'll kick your ass again."

    "Come on, Megumin," Kazuma called, suddenly a part of their activities. "It's late! We're going home, and we're leaving you behind if you don't come now!"

    "Oh..." Yunyun's head fell, depressed. "Never mind, then. I'll see you another time."

    What was this emotion Megumin was feeling looking at Yunyun? She felt...bad? Was it pity? Yeah, had to be pity. "This was going to be a long term challenge anyway, I don't intend to stop because midnight has fallen. I intend to ensure you don't try and cheat, claim you won this if it was never truly decided."

    "Can you speak normal, please," Yunyun asked.

    "I know you've got nothing better, so I invite you to our lair, so that we may continue this charade."

    Megumin may be going full chuuni, but the second-hand embarrassment could not hope to quell what was possibly the happiest moment in Yunyun's life. "You're inviting me to a slumber party?!"

    "Don't call it that."

    "Aaaahhhh! Yesyesyesyesyes!" She leapt out of her seat and hugged Megumin with all she had...when she was made to realize they still had a lot of fluid clogging up their systems. She backed away to allow them both to clutch their stomachs in sickened discomfort.

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    "Ungh..." The explosion mage was doing her best not to wake up, fall back asleep, but she just couldn't. Way too much in the liquids department, and she couldn't drain them in bed. Well, she could, but it was something to be avoided. "I gotta go real bad now." She sat up, taking very special care not to jostle anything inside, ready to rush to the bathroom before she couldn't manage.

    In a more upright position, with the moon's light shining in, only then was Megumin reminded she wasn't alone, with someone else sleeping next to her. "That's right, I've still got a contest to win! I can't give up now!" But she couldn't very well continue to hold, that hard feeling in her bladder made damn sure she knew she wasn't holding more.

    So how could she still come through victorious without putting in effort? Sabotage, obviously. So long as she wasn't the first to pee, she won by default, and she had the right persuasion for the job. Her arm shot out to punch her bedmate awake, she just didn't hit the intended target, as she was made aware of when she heard a cat yelp in pain. That was Chomusuke, making his pillow on Yunyun's pillows. Still, the cry was enough to wake the mage. "Woah, what's going on?" Surprisingly, the first thing she did was pat the blanket around her lap. "Good, it's dry."

    That was the last thing Megumin was expecting to hear, and she didn't like its implications. "Were...were you expecting to wet the bed?"

    Yunyun shrieked and jumped away, not being alone was a new feeling, she forgot. "N-no, I just have to go really bad, I was worried it might happen! I certainly don't wet the bed frequently!"

    Ignoring that bit of information she didn't need to know, this was an golden opportunity. Kazuma's luck must be rubbing off. "If you're that scared, go to the bathroom now. I don't want you pissing my bed!"

    "B-but you haven't gone yet. I don't want to lose now!"

    "If you're already worried about an accident, then I'm telling you now: you're not winning. I can wait a lot longer still." That might be the biggest lie she ever told, she had no doubt Yunyun had the advantage. She might have the older body, but her mind could still be manipulated.

    "T-then...can you come with me? I don't know where the bathroom is."

    Yawning, Megumin slid out from under the warm sheets. "Sure. Come on." Yunyun might be peeing first, but Megumin would be on that toilet right after.

    Holding hands, the two mages crept through the halls. Thankfully, one of them knew the layout from plenty of late-night potty runs, so they weren't bumping into walls and wasting time. With that kind of guidance, it took almost no time to reach the bathroom, though time was still in very limited supply. No prodding necessary, Yunyun grabbed the door handle, pulled, and achieved nothing. Pushing got her nowhere as well. "I-it won't open."

    It wasn't impossible, but Megumin didn't believe it either. "Is someone in there?" She put her ear to the door to listen for sounds of life, and she heard something: puking. That needed no introduction, and her patience for it was running thin. She began banging on the door, shouting, "Aqua, get out of there now! We gotta pee!"

    The goddess didn't respond right away, she needed a few more heaves for digestive stability. "I think...I think I'm almost done. Wait a little longer?"

    She didn't want to, but it's not like Megumin could argue. The door was locked, neither girl had thieving abilities, it wasn't going to open until Aqua was finished. She whined, but stood down with her legs together. Had to look inconspicuous, Yunyun was the polite type to let another girl go first if they needed it more.

    "Ohhhh, I really need to relieve myself," Yunyun panted out. Seeing as how this sleepover was spur of the moment, she was still in her day clothes, and lightly tugging on the front of her skirt. No doubt she could certainly use the toilet right about now, but if that's how desperate she was, Megumin would never have stood a chance in a fair fight. She was currently resisting the urge to grab her pajama pants hard for that bit of sweet relief it would provide.

    And she was really wishing she could do that dance now, because control was starting to slip. A little spurt found its way into the detonation demon's dark purple panties. It was only a tiny bit, barely noticeable once it had soaked in, but it was a bad omen. It would not be long before Megumin started wetting herself now. And still, she kept quiet, denying her instincts.

    The toilet flushed, running water an awful sound to both girls, but at least it meant their drunk goddess was done. The blue-haired priest stumbled out, Yunyun made a move for the door, but stopped and looked at her friend. "Are you sure I can go first?"

    "Yes, just go!" That may have sounded too urgent, but Yunyun didn't question it and ran in, having the time to spare to lock the door. "Phew, I'm good now." With no one to watch, Megumin grabbed her crotch hard and started dancing, leaning against the wall. "Just have to wait for her to finish, she can't hold that mu-" The sound of Yunyun emptying herself into the toilet drowned her out, a splashing of a drinking contest's worth of liquids forcing their way out, And damn, was it loud. "Crap...I may have made a horrible mistake." It'd only be a minute, but it'd be a torturous one.

    At least Yunyun was enjoying herself. So many drinks gone through her body, held uncomfortably, still able to be released in a proper place, that was a good feeling. Her black panties had made it through the ordeal completely dry, too, she was kind of worried about that. With nothing to fear, she started humming as she continued her tinkle.

    Forced to listen, Megumin was just about at her limit. Her bladder was already maxed out, and making room by trickling some out, bigger and bigger each time. Her underwear was drenched, so any further drippings found their way into the fabric of her red pants, or running down her inner legs to dampen lower. It was getting really visible, and would only get worse real soon. And Yunyun was still going strong, the math wasn't working out. With one fist balled between her thighs, the other banged on the wooden door, threatening to knock it off its hinges. "Yunyun, get out of there! I need it now!"

    "H-huh?! B-but I'm not done yet!"

    "Hold the rest in! I gotta pee this second!"

    Yunyun was panicking, she had never tried to stop the flow before its natural course had been run. But if Megumin was yelling at her, she had little choice, she needed to find a way to stop. Right leg went over her left, she squeezed them together to close the passage, grinding the pee to a halt. Sighing, she uncrossed them to stand up, allowing the stream to resume at its previous power. That hope spot of quiet had been latched onto, and its anchor was not pleased it had disappeared. "Stop! Get out!"

    She wasn't stopping prematurely, so there was only one way to hurry this up. "I'm sorry, Megumin!" She took a deep breath and forced the muscles in her abdomen, unleashing her remaining urine at a much faster pace. It was deafening, and Megumin was suffering. She continued banging on the door to no avail as Yunyun did her best to empty out. At least she had already released a decent chunk of her bladder, this was draining her in no time flat. It only took a few seconds to dry up, and she hastily wiped herself and pulled her underwear back up. At least she didn't waste time flushing as she unlocked the door.

    The instant the latch clicked, Megumin forced her way into the tiny room. She didn't even ask Yunyun to leave or wait for her to do so, her glistening pants and panties came down, she dropped onto the seat, and the torrent began. Granted, that power had nothing on the previous downpour, but for a smaller girl that was just letting go instead of putting effort in, it was impressive. Yunyun couldn't imagine herself ever matching that.

    She knew it was wrong to stare, that she should leave now, but Yunyun found herself mesmerized by her friend's lack of shame. This wasn't something she had ever seen before, and Megumin was giving quite the view. Even her legs were spread apart to fully expose her privates and the clear pee erupting from them, with someone looking and the door wide open. Not like she could complain at the moment, her voice being taken up by heavy panting and some moaning.

    Feeling very awkward about what she had witnessed, Yunyun tried to leave, slowly to not startle Megumin. By then, the initial good feeling of intense relief was fading, her breathing had steadied, and she was becoming more aware of what she had let be visible, squeaking and jamming her knees together to rectify that grave mistake. Still, she didn't care that much, at least Yunyun had the same parts. She was blushing, but she looked the other mage in the eye and declared, "I win again!"

  11. “Darling, I guarantee it! That fabric you bought would make excellent linings on a dress with this material!” The fashion designer Rarity was making a suggestion to her peer, Coco Pommel, as they waited for the elevator to arrive in the lobby of the Manehattan hotel. While Coco lived in the big city, Rarity was only around for a fashion expo, giving her the chance to meet up with her friend and colleague as they shared a room.

    The blue-haired designer was considering Rarity's advice, looking over some of her purchases in the large bag containing the various sewing materials she had bought, when the elevator dinged in front of them and the silver doors slid open. The girls entered the enclosed room, hit the floor number, and rested against the glass outer walls as it began ascending.

    Normally, the view over the city was a pretty sight to look at, especially around dusk like it was now, but not today. There were dark storm clouds blocking out all light in the sky, throwing gallons of rain down on the streets, occasionally breaking the patter of drops with a piercing crack of thunder. It would be followed by a flash of lightning, not that a city needed any help with illumination. Just looking out the window, Coco could clearly see anyone under the streetlights.

    For now, anyways. More lightning brightened the view, but instead of an all-encompassing flash as it had been before, this one was a single bolt, striking something in the distance. Coco was a little startled but mostly unaffected, until the lights of the city, the streetlights, the skyscraper windows, all began going out successively, from the point of impact towards their location in an almost rhythmic pattern.

    Right on the beat, the light in the elevator flickered out as the cabin ground to a halt. Rarity, who was tired from a day of work, didn't notice any of the events leading up to this misfortune and thus needed the rundown as she lit up her horn to see. “What happened to the power?”

    “Lightning strike,” Coco replied, pointing at the spot where the impact occurred. Not that it mattered, in the darkness, neither of them could see very far without city lights, even the moon was behind the storm clouds. “Which means we're stuck.” The elevator doors were shut, and they were between floors anyway. The panel of buttons was dull, so it didn't seem like the emergency button would do much good either. They were just going to have to wait it out.

    Rarity sighed. “Isn't that just how it always is? This only holds you up when you really need to hurry.”

    “Why do you need to hurry? We're done for the day.”

    “Oh, nothing you need to worry about, darling. It's just...I quite need a visit to the little ladies' room, that's all. I'm sure I'll be fine until the power's restored.” Coco couldn't see it, but Rarity's legs shifted in their places, a subtle sign that she did certainly need the bathroom, perhaps more than she let on through the confidence in her words.

    Coco was pretty surprised to hear Rarity make mention of that. She had always acted like such a proper and dignified lady, it just didn't seem like her to even admit she used the toilet. The bonds of friendship change a girl's attitude and embarrassments, it appears. She didn't mind a girl friend knowing.

    Actually, the mention of someone close by needing to relieve themselves awakened a need in Coco. A very similar need, in fact. A whole day of wandering around the convention center, keeping hydrated, with plenty to see and little time to break, it gave plenty of time for a bladder to fill. Especially combined with an expo geared towards mares meaning the lines to the women's rooms were always long, the two had only braved the wait once when it was necessary. Wouldn't you know that they had to wait again for the same end goal in the same day.

    Did Coco need to go that badly? Not especially, she'd really like a little potty break, but she'd manage for now. She'd just need to hope somepony would either repair the power or manually get them out before either of them hit that limit. Couldn't be that long.

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    An hour in darkness made the girls kinda tired, more so than they were already, and not helped by them playing with their phones to kill time. Rarity had since let it go dark again since they didn't really need to see. But they couldn't relax, not just because the elevator floors were hard and uncomfortable, but bad things would happen if they got too lad-back. Bad, wet things.

    At the moment, poor Miss Pommel was desperate and struggling. She was hunched over in the far corner with her knees up to her face, both hands gripping the soft fabric of her panties and parts below up her skirt. She wasn't quite on the verge of peeing herself just yet, but her bladder was very full already. She was already afraid that if she didn't provide the physical barricade, there may be an accident in her immediate future.

    Rarity's predicament was hardly better. She wouldn't grab herself quite so openly, but she was standing in an opposite corner with her legs just ever so slightly pressed together, rubbing each other up and down to ease a little pressure. Was it helping? Not especially, but there was a minor difference, and that was all the coaxing Rarity needed...since no one could see her.

    So long as the only witness was a friend of hers, Rarity was going to voice her frustrations. “What in the world is holding up those repairs? Some of us have things they can't afford to wait on!” The light sound of a heel tapping rapidly on the carpeted floor echoed in the enclosed chamber.

    Coco was a quiet girl, a holdover from her time as the assistant to the demanding Suri Polomare, so it was probable that Rarity hadn't even noticed her little squeaks of desperation. She could theoretically keep it secret until the power was restored...if that was time she had. “Um, Rarity...I'm not sure I can hold out long enough.”

    The Element of Generosity was not surprised to hear the younger designer's concern. “I understand, darling. Truth be told, I'm not feeling very confident either.” Her voiced wavered off, she definitely sounded nervous, if a little more composed. “But what can we do about it? We're trapped for who knows how much longer.”

    That was a good point, the two of them were in a pretty limiting situation, they really had nothing to work with. So if she wasn't going to wait and she didn't want to pee herself... “I think I may just have to...go.”

    “Hm? Yes, I need to...relieve myself as well. Isn't that what we were talking about?”

    “No no, I mean...I need to use the corner. I really don't think I have another option, it really hurts.”

    She heard Rarity gasp, but whether it was shock or disgust she didn't know. “Coco, dear, please reconsider. I know you're better than stooping to such an incredibly demeaning level, we just need to endure!”

    “I know, I don't want to do it, I would never do something like this in any other situation, but this is an emergency!” Still sitting, Coco's legs crossed together incredibly tight, her white coat stroking her thighs as they rubbed together and caused some real friction. Just talking about how close she was to losing it was making it a self-fulfilling prophecy, causing a couple little bits of pee to squirt into her panties.

    Without a doubt, Rarity was still very much against this idea, but she could tell, Coco was suffering. They had been in this elevator for over an hour with no signs of help, no lights appearing anywhere outside to indicate the power being restored, it didn't look like their luck would change any time soon. If her friend was being serious about her need, she didn't have much of a choice but to sympathize. “I suppose...if you absolutely need to, I shouldn't stop you. Just, please try to finish quickly, for my sake.”

    Rarity had always been nice to Coco, but it still felt really nice when it happened. “Thank you so much, Miss Rarity!” Not that she technically needed the permission, but if Rarity needed to pee too, she didn't want to torture her with the sound.

    Now she needed to get into position, and that was going to be hard. Her left hand flicked its fingers across her phone screen and activated the flashlight, temporarily blinding Rarity as it shone on her for a second, before the focus was changed to the nearest elevator corner, just so she knew where it was. The light went out as Coco slowly crawled to the edge, keeping her right hand squarely in its place between her thighs, stopping when the free hand she was holding in front of her felt the wall, so she was directly facing the angle, already squatting.

    This was basically the equivalent of being in the bathroom stall, given the extraneous circumstances, but she froze from lack of courage. Quite amazing that she got this far before worry got to her, but what a surprise, she didn't want to take her underwear off with the knowledge she was not the only one sharing this enclosed space. With her weight balancing on the front halves of her feet, she began bouncing as she tried to work up the fortitude to strip a little.

    “Come on, just pull them off and go,” she whispered to herself. “I have to pee so bad, I just have to take my panties off, and then I can empty, just do that much.” She tried to tug on the clothing, but she just couldn't bring herself to remove them, like there was a physical force keeping them on. Clearly she didn't have much need for modesty, she had no issue lifting her skirt up to expose what it covered, but that last step was just too much.

    Her bladder wasn't waiting a second longer. It had already been leaking up to this point, but all control was lost as she began positively gushing with a satisfying hiss, straight down her legs as it warmed them considerably. There was no going back from this. “Oh, forget it!” She spread her knees apart to clear the liquid's path as it continued to drench her underwear on its way down to the carpet, some soaking into the soft flooring while all the rest that couldn't be absorbed fast enough pooled on the impact spot and started making one loud splashing.

    She couldn't help it, Coco moaned at the immense relief she was feeling. Her poor bladder was near to bursting just a minute ago, and now all of its contents were being forcibly ejected...onto the floor, sure, but when a girl's gotta go, right? But no matter how loud she expressed her relief, there was no way it could possibly drown out the pee sound, more like the filling of a bathtub than an overfilled mare.

    Okay, it was really good for Coco, but she wasn't the only one trapped in here. Just because Rarity had given permission didn't mean she had thought through whether she'd survive it. The sound of splashing from a few yards away was making her bladder wild, as it pulsed and shuddered under the force it was holding. Its owner, who had been working so hard to keep her composure, was now forced to reach up her dress to hold herself, just in time to feel a little warm urine jet through her thin panties onto her hands. At least she knew the dark purple color would hide a stain, though the light dress over it may not fare so well.

    She was managing, however, she was sure the urge would pass soon enough and she'd make it to the bathroom just fine. So long as nothing startled her, which means something would. There was a hum of electricity running through the ceiling, which would have been a good thing a minute before, as would the lights flickering back into order.

    Too bad Coco didn't want to see or be seen at the moment. Suddenly, her peeing was completely visible, to both herself and Rarity, never mind the possibility of someone outside suddenly able to see through the glass walls. And honestly, Coco didn't like what had been illuminated to her. Being able to see her shame suddenly reminded her that this is indeed what she had resorted to, and maybe she should have listened to Rarity telling her to wait a little longer.

    Speaking of Rarity, the new brightness gave her way more of a sight than she ever needed. Coco facing away from her with her cream-colored skirt lifted up enough to expose her butt, as her cyan panties were being dyed darker by the waterfall pouring down from the center, into the carpet so saturated, it was shining.

    “Nonononono,” Coco shouted. “Please stop please stop please stop!” She turned her head back around to Rarity, who was kind of staring. “Please, don't look!” Rarity was shaken out of the trance (in her defense, it was the reminder of her own dire need spacing her out) and promptly both closed her eyes and dramatically turned to look out the window instead, if only to make it known she wasn't enjoying the view.

    Coco tried her best to make her bladder listen and cut off the river, but there's no way it would obey now, it had just been through too much. This raging stream wasn't going to stop until there was nothing more to fuel it...which happened much sooner than she was expecting. A powerful stream combined with a bladder not exactly the biggest made for a short bathroom visit, no matter where that “bathroom” may be.

    Since there was nothing left, Coco slowly stood back up and dropped her skirt back down, making a point to walk as far away from her mess as she could, a couple drips following her...until the speaker crackled to action, startling the designer into losing the little bit left inside. “Hello, excuse me,” the low-quality PA system garbled out, “We're sorry for the wait, we've got the problem fixed and you'll be out shortly. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.”

    Just hearing that dampened Coco's mood as she flopped into sitting next to her friend. “Isn't that just how it always is? The hold up stops when it's already too late.” She looked over Rarity, who was clearly still holding quite an amount. “You'll be fine?”

    “I mean...I'll certainly need a change in underwear when we get back to our room, but I'll manage for a couple minutes more.” She didn't want to ruin her reputation by saying it, but if the elevator wasn't moving in the next couple minutes, she would definitely be adding to Coco's pond.

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    Well, fortunately for the Element of Harmony, it didn't take long for them to start moving again, and they both ran into their room before they could be caught. Rarity was generous enough to let Coco use the bathroom first to rinse her panties out and wipe herself, though she only just barely avoided either forcing her out or bursting in to join her.

    Once the toilet was hers alone, Rarity did not waste a second or a twitch into throwing her underwear down, so close to looking like she hadn't made it, and sitting on the cold seat. Just like her friend, her body let go immediately once it knew the time had come, in probably a more powerful torrent, though comparison may have been warped by the bowl of water Rarity was rapidly filling producing one amazing echo. If Coco had held it and was waiting outside listening to that...Rarity would not blame her if she forced her way in to use the bathtub.

    The white unicorn let out a long gasp at how much relief she was feeling, it seriously sounded like she was running the sink rather than just peeing. The unrelenting cascade only slowed for a few seconds when she needed to catch her breath, and would resume its prior power once she was back to forcing it out. It took over a minute before it reduced to the level of a standard “I really need to relieve myself” bathroom visit, instead of the “I almost burst I had to pee so bad” variety she was working with. And almost another minute after that to stop entirely.

    “Thank...thank goodness,” she sighed, grabbing a square of toilet paper and delicately drying her unmentionables. She stood up, bending over to place her panties back where they belonged, until she realized she had left them in pretty sorry shape, and sliding them snugly against her privates would only exacerbate the issue. So instead, she slipped her shoes off, in her haste having forgotten to remove them before, and stepped out of the underwear.

    She grabbed the undergarment by the waistband and flushed the toilet, getting a brief look at what she had done to it. She was amazed how golden she made the previously clear water, how many foamy bubbles had formed on the surface, a true testament to the volume she expelled. Even for a girl that routinely lost herself in her work, this was without a doubt the worst she had to pee in a very long time, if the fact that she even considered the idea of doing it in the elevator wasn't proof enough.

    Rarity quickly rinsed her panties in the sink and laid the wet item next to Coco's on the edge of the bathtub, and left the room into their quarters for the weekend. Her earth pony friend had already changed into her pajamas and was laying on her bed, facing away but with a solemn posture. That was certainly enough to make her feel bad, as she began undressing to put on her nightwear as well. “You don't need to fret, darling, I promise I will not talk about the night's events to anypony. I'd rather not let my share get out.”

    “Thank you, Miss Rarity, but I'm ashamed enough that we even have to worry about that. I'm an adult making it on her own, shouldn't I have been able to hold it long enough? Instead I made a huge mess for some poor pony to deal with.”

    Rarity sat down next to her and started patting her back. “It was an emergency, anypony would have done the same thing you did. Just from what I heard, I fully believe you were at your limit. It was just bad luck.” She started thinking if it would have been better if she had purposefully wet herself with Coco, no one would ever know and her friend would feel better about herself.

    Or maybe that wouldn't have been necessary, because the earth pony rolled to face Rarity and smiled a little. “Thanks. It's just...you know, embarrassing that I couldn't make it.” She pulled herself further up the bed and began sliding under the blanket. “Let's just make an agreement to watch our drinking in the future.”

    “Deal.” Rarity stood up to let Coco fully grab the sheet and used her magic to turn the room's light off, and tucked herself into her own bed. It was late, probably time to sleep.

    Her eyes closed and about set to fall into slumber, Rarity was surprised to hear Coco talk again. “Actually, can we make another agreement?”

    “What?”

    “We should really carry empty bottles in our bags.”

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    Samantha blinked in surprise as her senses tried to grasp what had happened. It took her a second to realize where she was. Last she knew Jeremy had laid her down in his bed for a much needed nap. It seemed getting a thermometer shoved up a crevice where no thermometers been before had a way of emotionally and physically draining a person- or dog.

     

    Now she lay on the less than comfortable “cushioned” table at the Sphere center. She could tell where she was even in the darkness. She recognized the unpleasant smell of the helmets- a mixture of sweat, disinfectant, lice remover, and just a dash of teenage hopelessness. The room still spun as her equilibrium tried to catch up- a sign of being manually logged out from the outside.

     

    She felt the wires being pulled from the base of her neck. Not a painful feeling, but an uncomfortable pinch. The helmet was removed as her eyes were met with the blinding glare of the lights above her, instead of a dark room that was supposed to help with the transition. Whoever was unplugging her was breaking every rule. She wanted to groan when Tom’s head came into view, of course it was him. If it was her she’d be written up in the blink of an eye.

     

    “Sorry I had to log you out.” He said. He wore on odd expression. His blue eyes were full of worry. His lips were turned in a tight frown. “Someone from the governments looking for you.”

     

    Her heart froze for a second, before it began to thump at an increased rate. What would they want from her? Nothing good came of surprise visits from government officials-especially as a female. The last inspection had left her in tears. While not illegal for a woman to work, it was frowned upon in the eyes of the government. She didn’t fancy herself a conspiracy theorist by any means, but there was a nagging suspicion in the back of her mind. The purpose of her getting so many “inspections” over the last year was purely to break her spirit. She had come to the conclusion the hard way nothing she did would ever be good enough.

     

    She was under their microscope as they looked for any reason to fire her just so they could replace her with a male counterpart. It had been a great job, until she turned of age. Once she turned 18 a switch had been flipped. Now she was a blip on their radar as they circled overhead like a hawk waiting to swoop in the moment she took one toe out of line. And Tom wondered why she was such a hard ass.
    “Why don’t you deal with them?” She hissed. She slowly pushed herself up as the room spun.

     

    “They requested you by name.”

     

    She swore under her breath. “Well, what do they want?”

     

    “I think he’s from the drafting office.”

     

    Her stomach tightened. Acid rose in her throat that wasn’t from the vertigo. The drafting office was every girl’s worst nightmare. It was something parents hung over their heads in an attempt to make them behave. Boys were threatened with the boogieman; girls were threatened with the draft. Panic overtook her in the blink of an eye. Sam had no idea the truth to the rumors, but just the word draft was enough to put her on edge.

     

    The female draft had no affiliation to the military; it was government run matchmaking service. A drafting for marriage. The only “matchmaking” they did was pairing males with females. It didn’t matter if there was a 30 year age difference; it didn’t even matter if you’d never met before. Once you were in the system, you were assigned a partner. No if’s and’s or butt’s. All sales were final. With rumors flying left and right of forced registration of single females over 18- a category she just happened to fit to a T- she’d rather be thrown into a closet with the boogieman than face whoever was out there waiting for her.

     

    She eyed the window and tried to calculate her percentage of a successful escape as she debated making a run for it. She doubted she’d get very far in the snow.

     

    “You’d better go, Sam, he looked pretty serious.” Tom said. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

     

    “What do I do?” she asked. Her voice rose and cracked with fear. Her butt was glued to the table. She could practically hear the wedding bells as an organ played, “Here Comes the Bride.” It was like nails on a chalkboard. She had never been so scared in her life. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, but his eyes suddenly shone. “What? What is it?” Sam begged. She launched herself off the table and gripped his arms. “Tell me you have an idea!”

     

    “Well, it’s not a very good idea, but we could pretend to be getting married.” He said. He shook his head, “No, that’ll never-“

     

    “Yes, please! Would you please? It could work! Pretend to be my fiancé!” she looked up at him with large desperate eyes. Could this slacker- no this man- really be her salvation? Would he of all people really do something so selfless for her? Bless this beautiful man!

     

    “Well, I suppose I could, but you owe me.” He offered his arm to her and she took it. She was glad to have him to lean on as her legs wobbled more and more the closer she got to the lobby, each step taking her closer to her doom.

     

    She took a deep breath as he opened the door revealing a man in the lobby. He wore a grey business suit with matching tie. His appearance was clean-shaven and his posture was so perfect he could balance a glass of water on his head and not spill a drop. Everything from the way he dressed to the way he held himself screamed professional. She knew he was important before he even opened his mouth.

     

    Her nerves got the best of her when his blue eyes gave her an icy cold stare. She blurted out, “Have you met my fiancé, Tom?” She nudged him forward a step. He nodded his head, but his demeanor remained unchanged. Did he not believe her? Could he see past her lie so easily? Her lunch was rising in her throat. She had to do something.

     

    “I’m Agent Cook from the-“ She couldn’t do this! He was looking right at her just waiting for her to spill the beans. How much time would she get for lying to an officer? She couldn’t go to jail! She had to convince him! It was now or never! She spun Tom around and nearly knocked him over with a forceful and awkward kiss. She had to make this believable; her life was on the line! Five seconds passed. Now ten seconds. She couldn’t breath. His mouth tasted of day old taco’s. She broke it off when the agent cleared his throat. Poor Tom looked shell shocked.

     

    “He’s my fiancé,” Sam blurted out again.

     

    “Yes, I heard you. Congratulations.” He said, in a deadpan voice. “Now as I told your fiancé, I’m Agent Cook from the Sphere Protection Program. I’m here to walk you through the pod set up for the cadet you’ll be hosting here.“ Sam stared at him blankly as her jaw hung slightly ajar.

     

    “You-You’re not from the draft office?” She sputtered out. He shook his head as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a slight smirk. She could hear Tom let out a snort of laughter as he covered his mouth with his hand. “Will you excuse us a minute?” She asked with a fake grin plastered on her face. She pushed Tom in the back without another word.

     

    “YOU ASSHOLE!” A loud hollow smack echoed throughout the other wise empty center. “I HOPE YOU ROT IN THE 9TH GATE OF HELL!” The man sat in silence and listened to the crashes of items being thrown before the two returned. Sam held her throbbing palm in her hand as she apologized for the wait. A bright red palm print stretched across Tom’s face as he hung his head in shame.

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    Shizuo couldn't remember what had happened the night before. He couldn't remember how he had gotten himself in some secret hideout with his wrists handcuffed to the headboard of the bed he'd woken up in. He couldn't remember a thing aside from how he'd drunk until everything blurred together and slowly faded into black nothingness.

     

    And now he regretted it, finding himself nauseous, hungover, and in need of a restroom. None of those things were particularly good, especially when he couldn't even get up.

     

    “Shizu-chan.”

     

    Of course. Of fucking course. Why wouldn't the informant be responsible for this? He hated the damn flea, and he would have crushed him right there, but with his hangover messing with his body, he would hardly even be able to find the strength to struggle. His whole body felt heavy and his muscles felt stiff. It hurt.

     

    “What the hell do you want?” Shizuo snapped back.

     

    Izaya was grinning as he sat down at the foot of the bed, one of his hands resting gently on Shizuo's leg. “I just want to play a game with you.” He unscrewed the cap of the water-bottle he had in his other hand. “Water is supposed to help with hangovers and for headaches. You probably have both.”

     

    It was true—he definitely did. But the last thing he wanted was to put any more fluids into his body. “I don't want any.”

     

    “Eh?” Izaya pressed the water-bottle to Shizuo's lips. He choked once, refusing to swallow. “But Shizu-chan, I'm only trying to help you.” He plugged Shizuo's nose with his free hand. “Drink it or you don't get to breathe.”

     

    He had no choice. He downed the bottle as quickly as he could and almost choked again on the breath he drew in immediately afterwards, which sloshed the contents of his bladder in a not so comfortable way. He glared at the informant who was smiling down at him, looking so perfectly innocent. He'd done that on purpose.

     

    After the intake of water, he realized just how full his bladder was. His hips shifted and he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the throbbing coming from his lower abdomen. He needed to get out of his restraints and he wished for once that he actually had his strength. But no—no matter if he pulled, he really couldn't make any progress.

     

    “Let me go, Izaya,” he growled, gritting his teeth.

     

    “Ah, so your strength really has failed you. Maybe it's the drugs I injected into you, or maybe that was overkill.”

     

    Oh, so he had drugs in his system, too? How much and what kind? He pulled as hard as he could at his restraints, wanting nothing more than to snap the damn flea's neck and wipe that smirk off his face. “I'm not kidding, I really— I need to...”

     

    “You need to what, Shizu-chan?”

     

    The question irritated the blond immensely—he fucking knew what. “I need to piss, dumb-ass. I think I might burst.”

     

    “Oh, will you, now?” Izaya chuckled and moved to sit on Shizuo's stomach, just above his too-full bladder, and all Shizuo could do was hope that he didn't decide to settle down a little lower. “You need to learn to control yourself. You'd be nothing more than a child having a little accident. Maybe we need to put you back in training diapers.”

     

    “Not if it's your fucking fault.”

     

    “Language, Shizu-chan. Children shouldn't be swearing.”

     

    Shizuo gave a hiss of frustration and kicked one of his legs, trying to do something, although it did nothing at all aside from shake his bladder a little. There wasn't anything he could do, and he absolutely loathed being in such a state of helplessness, being put completely at Izaya's mercy. But Izaya had no mercy, so he would be spared nothing no matter what he said or did.

     

    “And behave yourself.” Izaya scooted back a little, straddling Shizuo's sides as he decided to sit right on the blond's bladder.

     

    He couldn't help gasping and pushing his thighs together, gritting his teeth again as he took a sharp, shaky inhale. He wouldn't be able to hold on much longer at this rate.

     

    “You're not speaking anymore, Shizu-chan.” His feigned innocence resurfaced, and no one who didn't know better would never guess that it was the face of someone capable of doing the cruel things he was guilty of. But that was one of the things he was good at, looking innocent even as he did awful things.

     

    “Nothing to say.”

     

    “Could it be that you're more focused on keeping from wetting yourself? You're putting more concentration into than you are your verbal responses? Because I think that's what's going on.”

     

    He bounced once, adding way too much pressure all at once. Shizuo actually whined as a gush of urine dampened his pants, causing both a rush of embarrassment and a rush a fury, though he couldn't tell which of the two was more dominant.

     

    “These are the clothes my brother got me.” He was seething now, and he still sounded threatening even as his face was flushed with embarrassment. “Don't make me mess them up.”

     

    “Shizu-chaaaan, are you telling me what to do when I could kill you right here and now if I wanted to? Your audacity is stunning.” His innocent smile turned into a smirk and he bounced again, landing harder this time.

     

    Aah— Fuck—” He crossed his legs, feeling more urine escape him. He pressed his thighs together hard, trying to keep from continuing to leak. He really needed to go now, and his whole body was beginning to tremble with the effort it took to keep from completely wetting himself. Still, he had to keep his clothes as clean as possible...

     

    Izaya pushed himself down lower, and he could suppress a laugh as he saw that the blond had already begun making a mess of himself. “Wouldn't it be easier just to let go?”

     

    “The clothes— I can't—”

     

    The informant laughed again. “You're going to lose it one way or another, Shizu-chan. Those precious clothes of yours are going to be drenched in your pee, and there's nothing you can do about it.”

     

    It was true. But as much as he wanted just to stop trying, he couldn't help it, and he would probably have another reason to hate himself if he so easily gave into what Izaya wanted.

     

    “Let me help.” Izaya pressed his hands against Shizuo's lower abdomen and pushed down hard.

     

    Shizuo moaned, unable to keep from losing the control he was trying so hard to hold onto. There was a soft hissing sound as his pants were soaked, wetting the mattress he was lying on as well. His face was flushed deeply and his breaths were unsteady.

     

    “Oh, Shizu-chan, are you about to cry?”

     

    God, he was, and he hated himself so much. “No.”

     

    “All your ugly emotions are just the as any human's, even if you're not allowed to actually be human.” He moved to sit up on the blond's rib-cage, leaning forward so that their faces were inches apart. “You're feeling humiliated enough to want to cry, and I can see the tears beginning to form and threatening to spill down those red cheeks of yours. Your face is burning up because you've completely embarrassed yourself. And you're also absolutely furious with me, but right now, that's a less prominent emotion, stamped out by how disgusted you are with yourself. Ugly, ugly emotions... I love them so much, and in this moment, I love you just as I do my humans.”

     

    His body tensed up again, and he did his best to blink back the tears and swallow the knot in his throat. “Shut up.”

     

    “You should be grateful, Shizu-chan. I can love you when you're like this.”

     

    “I don't fucking want your love.”

     

    “Pity...” He stood up and pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs. “Now let's get you cleaned up, shall we?”

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    Author's Note: uhm? this has sex in it so maybe don't read this if you don't like smut with your omo

     

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    Alistair and Ruby bet on a lot of things, so whenever one of them bet the other couldn't do something, the other wasn't surprised. Not even if the comment came out of the blue, not even if it didn't quite make a lot of sense.

     

    That's why maybe Alistair shouldn't have actually choked on his drink when Ruby had placed her most recent bet: “I bet you can't hold it if we had sex. I bet you'd end up wetting all over me.”

     

    But he had choked on his drink, and he'd also been completely speechless, not really knowing what he was supposed to say in response. He'd been fidgeting for the past hour and a half but was too comfortable to get up and use the restroom—and now his roommate was taking advantage of that. He really just wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but he always had to take her up on the things she bet. That was just how to two could get one another to do things, always without fail.

     

    “I bet I can,” he returned, though he really wasn't sure of it himself. He set down his juice and got to his feet. “I bet I wouldn't.”

     

    “Then shall we give that a test?” Her usually expressionless face held a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. She stood up herself and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Their other roommate likely wouldn't be home for another hour—if not, longer—so they had plenty of time.

     

    Ruby locked the door behind them despite the two being home by themselves, and she pushed him up against the wall to kiss him. Her kisses were always heated and intense no matter what, and this wasn't an exception. Her hands wandered up his shirt to his chest, and she pinched his nipples, eliciting a groan from the boy.

     

    Arousal twitched in the pit of his stomach, along with an urgent need to relieve himself. He almost excused himself to do just that, but no, that would go against the little game they'd been playing for about a year now. So instead, he just took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his head clear, and he didn't do a thing to stop the girl.

     

    Her lips found their way down to his neck and she gave a rough suck. Alistair's shoulders went back and he sucked in a shaky breath. He needed to use the restroom, or else he was definitely going to end up wetting himself. Still, he let her continue, leaving hickeys on his neck.

     

    He squirmed beneath Ruby's touch, and his need to use the restroom was only getting more urgent. He probably was going to end up wetting all over her. Which would be a disaster, because then she would be disgusted with him and that wouldn't be good. But he couldn't back out now, could he? Even if he was ready to burst?

     

    She got down on her knees and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. His underwear was stained with a patch of pre-cum, and Ruby let out a small giggle. She teased the head of his cock through the fabric, and he let out a shaky breath. His hips wriggled just a bit, and he really needed to go relieve himself—but he also needed to win the bet.

     

    Ruby pulled down his boxers and let them fall down with his pants. He took another shaky breath, trying his hardest to stand still, but his thighs were still beginning to quiver with more than just his arousal. The girl took note of this, and though she remained expressionless as always, there was a twinkle in her eyes that meant she felt satisfied with herself. Maybe she was even teasing him a bit as well.

     

    She took off her shirt and her bra, tossing both to the side as she looked up at him. He knew what she was doing, and if he couldn't hold it, he would end up peeing all over her face. How embarrassing! He could feel his cheeks heating up just at the thought of it.

     

    After giving his cock a few pumps, she put it between her breasts and began rubbing his dick up and down. He moaned softly, hips jerking slightly at the action. Pleasure coursed through him, tightened in the pit of his stomach along with the need to use the restroom.

     

    As she continued, he could feel his release getting closer and closer and he needed to cum just as badly as he needed to pee.

     

    Ahhaah—! I'm...gonna come soon if you...ahn...k-keep going...”

     

    “Perfect,” Ruby murmured, and she would be grinning up at him if she kept her emotions displayed on her face. But she didn't, though that didn't suppress the sparkle in her eyes. She sped up her actions, causing him to let out a loud moan and squirm a bit.

     

    His hands balled into fists as he came, spurting cum onto her face and her glasses. He almost fell forward and collapsed, but he kept himself standing upright. Before he could do anything to stop it, though, urine came flooding out of him, spattering the girl's face. She closed her eyes and her mouth, and while her face remained blank, he was so certain she was disgusted and wouldn't want anything to do with him for a while.

     

    But no, there was a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips as he let out a small whimper and needed to use the wall to hold himself up. He looked down at her, face flushed, and she wiped the urine away from her eyes and mouth before she got to her feet and looked at him.

     

    “That must have felt good,” she murmured, giving him a quick peck on her cheek.

     

    He nodded, a bit breathless after what had happened, and gave a weak smile. “It did.”

     

    “Good. We should do this again sometime.”

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    Hi! My name is Kat, and well this is gonna be a story about my usual everyday life. I know I know sounds boring? Right? Well me myself know how to spice things up a bit I'm inconteint weird right? Anyways I was never always like this I remember it like it was just yesterday, since it basically was when my life did a whole 720.

     

    I was walking home like i usally do, from school obviously me being 16 I wasn't leaving school anytime soon. As I was walking home I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach and bladder, so I sped up my pace a bit noticing how bad I actually had to go. But like anybody from a big town and have to walk a minimal of two miles just to get to school and to walk back. I had to wait for those light things nobody knows the name of, you know those things that say you could walk or you can't walk, well I got stopped by tons of those. Until I felt myself leak I could feel as my panties were getting wet, as soon as it seemed like there was no cars I panicked and ran across the street til WHAM!. I felt enourmous pain and it was so unbearable I fainted, but before fainting I felt as my bladder and bowels emptied...I felt a warm tingly feeling in the front and I felt something warm and slimy slide into my pants.

     

    After god knows how long I awoke up noticing I was on a bed In a hospital. For a short moment I freaked out not being able to remember anything, when I say anything I mean anything it hurt to try and remember who I was. I looked around trying to remember what happened, then I felt a weird soft secure type of padding over my crotch.

     


    (I posted this to see who all would want me to continue I finally have a spark on my writers brain and I think this'll turn out great but I wanna ask y'all first :D )

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    Author's Note: okay so there's?? not enough enough durarara omorashi so //shrug. i really liked this idea for some reason so,,,

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    Izaya was not at all surprised to find himself kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, forced down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. The rope bit into his wrists painfully, and he could feel the skin chafing just a bit more with each tiny movement he made. He didn't particularly mind it, if he was being honest—sometimes being kidnapped could be a fun experience. On rare occasions, he even dared to go as far as to describe it as exhilarating.

     

    On this particular occasion, however, he wasn't too pleased with the situation. He'd meant to use the restroom before, but he didn't quite manage to before he'd found himself being dragged into the back of a van. Oh well—that just meant he needed to get out sooner than usual, and he couldn't quite take his time.

     

    He wasn't quite expecting Masaomi to show up, however, but that's who entered the otherwise empty warehouse. He looked angry, and if it weren't for the gag in his mouth, Izaya would have teased him about directing rage toward himself. But now it was all for Izaya, it seemed, and he wasn't about to make any kind of negotiation.

     

    Masaomi untied the yellow scarf that acted as a gag, keeping Izaya from saying anything. He wrinkled his nose when he found it covered in saliva, but he tossed it to the side quickly.

     

    “Do you think we could hurry this up?” the informant questioned, voice light and a bit teasing as always. “I have business to attend to.”

     

    “Is that so?” Masaomi grit his teeth, grabbing a fistful of Izaya's hair and forcing him to look up. It hurt and his neck popped from the rough action, but he didn't react with anything other than a small chuckle. “What is it that's so important? And just what right do you have to ask me to do anything after everything you've already done to me?”

     

    “It's not entirely for my benefit, Kida-kun. I just thought that you'd prefer not having to clean up any kind of mess I might make.”

     

    Masaomi didn't seem to understand right away, but after a moment, he wrinkled his nose again, looking disgusted. “You better not piss yourself here.” He brought his foot up to give the informant a hard kick to the side.

     

    Izaya's bladder gave a dull throb as he fell, his head hitting the floor. All he could do was smile against the pain, unable to keep himself from wanting to upset Masaomi even further. “I told the driver to pull over to let me use the restroom first, but he didn't listen. Now whatever happens is what will happen, and if you have a problem with that, then I suggest you let me go.”

     

    “Don't. Make. A. Mess.” Masaomi brought his foot down on Izaya's chest, causing him to choke on his air for a moment.

     

    There was part of Izaya that was a bit tempted to just to spite him, but no—he wasn't willing to go quite that far. He'd prefer not to make a mess of himself, though judging by the fullness of his bladder, he likely wouldn't be able to avoid it.

     

    Masaomi gripped a handful of Izaya's hair and yanked him back up to his knees, and the informant couldn't do much else aside from grit his teeth against the pain. “Did you hear me?”

     

    “I'm not deaf, Kida-kun.”

     

    “...Shut the fuck up.”

     

    “You're the one who asked for an answer. I merely gave you what you wanted.”

     

    Masaomi glared and brought his foot down on Izaya's crotch. The informant gasped and gave a pained groan, for once not having a smart-ass comment to shoot back at the brunet. Instead, he took what he got, trying to push away both the pain and the need to use the restroom. Masaomi moved his foot up to Izaya's abdomen and pushed down, forcing another groan as his bladder tried to protest. He could feel the smallest bit of urine escape him and he would have spoken up if the brunet hadn't chosen to push harder.

     

    It hurt, but more than that, Izaya's bladder was threatening to burst from the applied pressure. He drew his legs closer together, pressing his thighs together in hopes that that would prevent any leaks.

     

    “Look at you.” Masaomi pulled Izaya's head up by his hair, balling his hand into a fist. He drew his foot back and instead focused on landing a quick blow—a punch to the face, causing an instant bloody nose. “You're a fucking mess now.”

     

    Izaya knew that. He didn't like to actually think about it, but there he was, in need of a restroom, his hair messed up, and now blood dripping from his nose over his lip and down his chin. He really was a mess, but he wouldn't ever acknowledge it. He was just fine.

     

    Masaomi put his foot right back where it had been, pressed firmly against Izaya's bladder. Izaya almost whined at the pressure, but he was above that, so he swallowed it back and instead gave a subtle squirm. His hips shifted just the tiniest bit and he couldn't help grinding down on the heel of his shoe.

     

    “Kida-kun.” His voice was a little strained, but he spoke as clearly as he could. “You told me not to wet myself, and here you are doing this. Is it that you actually want me to? Kiiiida-kun, could it be that you're a pervert, and that would turn you on?”

     

    The brunet grit his teeth and pushed his foot against the informant harder. He groaned and leaned forward, hissing through his teeth and squirming a little more. He needed to use the restroom, and he needed to go now.

     

    “Ah— Kida-kun, you really are a pervert. I bet you're going to get off on this.”

     

    “Shut the fuck up!”

     

    Masaomi drew his foot back and drove it back down hard. Izaya couldn't help moaning as he felt a spurt of urine escape, enough to soak through the crotch of his pants. The boy narrowed his eyes and took a knee, palming the informant a few times before giving an exaggerated gag.

     

    “Disgusting. You're actually starting to piss yourself.”

     

    Izaya grinned at him. “Getting handsy now, are we? Feel free to touch.”

     

    The boy was very obviously repulsed, eyebrows knitting further. “You're the one getting turned on by this. You were getting hard, weren't you? Damn pervert.”

     

    “I'm getting hard because I need to use the facilities, Kida-kun.”

     

    “Sucks to be you, then.” He pushed his foot down harder, hands balling into trembling fists.

     

    Izaya couldn't suppress a whimper, and he let out a heavy breath as warmth spilled to his thighs. God, maybe he was a little turned on by that.

     

    “I can't—”

     

    “I can see that.”

     

    There was no more reason left to try to keep himself under control. He gave a soft moan as he completely let go, soaking his pants and creating a puddle beneath himself. He gave a breathy sigh when he was finished, his face faintly flushed with just a hint of arousal.

     

    “You're still hard, huh?” Masaomi moved his foot down to Izaya's crotch, rubbing against his erection through his piss-soaked pants.

     

    The informant let out a shaky breath, rocking his hips upward to get more friction. It was at that moment that Masaomi pulled his foot away.

     

    “If you like it that much, to the work yourself.”

     

    There was no shame. In fact, the man named Izaya Orihara had no idea what that word even meant, because it was nonexistent in his vocabulary. He managed to get himself forward a few inches, and the brunet slid his foot forward a little. Izaya had no problem with straddling Masaomi's foot and grinding down on it, breaths getting heavier as he got closer to release.

     

    But Masaomi took a step back just as he was about to cum, and he smiled down at him with the most innocent look he could manage. He held two fingers up for a peace sign and stuck out his tongue. “I'll have someone untie you later. For now, sit tight, since there are places I need to be.”

     

    This would be a problem.

  13. Becca’s legs wobbled as she slowly inched forward step by step. It was agonizing and brutal. If she thought the Spp workouts were harsh, it was nothing compared to Dr. Benshin’s physical therapy circuit. She let out a groan. Her legs hurt as if they were being dissolved with acid from the inside out.
    “Just a few more steps, Becca, you’re doing great.” Dr. Benshin said. He held onto her waistband to keep her from falling. Becca wanted to let out a sarcastic laugh, but feared if she thought of anything besides her goal for even a split second, she would lose her momentum. The table on the other side of the room never looked so far away. She grunted through her clenched teeth. Sweat poured down her face and matted her hair down the sides of her cheeks. Her eyes burned with hot tears. She inched herself closer and closer to her goal.
    “Picture a big ice cream sundae waiting for you.” He said.
    “Will you rub it on my legs for me?”Becca said. He had to be the worst motivational speaker she had ever heard. Ice cream sundae? What was she, five? Besides, he knew damn well the automated system wouldn’t let her have any ice cream anymore. Oh how she missed ice cream. And bacon. It felt like all she was allowed to eat was kale and spinach. Junk food around here was like cigarettes in prison. Getting to use the toilet came at a steep price it seemed.
    Becca collapsed into the table when she made it. Her head sunk face first into the pillow. She needed to roll over, but her body felt like lead. She took several shaky breathes before letting out a groan and turning around.
    “You did it. See, you can do five laps down the hallway.” Becca moaned in response. “It wouldn’t be this hard if you’d just do the VR workouts like you’re supposed to in your room.”
    “No. No VR.”
    “It’s not good for you to stay in bed and stare at the wall all day. Wouldn’t you rather be on a beach, or fighting a dragon or something?”
    “No VR. Not. Safe.” She panted.
    “We’ve been over this. No one’s after you.” Becca closed her eyes and remained silent as way of ending the discussion. “You’ll have to get over your fears at some point.” She ignored him until he left to get her an ice blanket for her legs. She waited until she heard him walk out the door to open her eyes again. She let out a gasp. A face was staring at her mere inches away from her own.
    “He’s right you know, they won’t take you back.” Josh said.
    “Why do you keep doing this? You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
    “They have you where they want you. You’re safe.”
    “What makes you think that? How do you even know what I’m talking about?”
    He smiled a little before backing away. “Who would believe the ramblings of a mad woman?” He asked. He looked at a tablet in hands. “Delusions, violent tendencies. Oh, this looks interesting, dissociative identity disorder.”
    “Are you reading my chart?” Becca asked. She furrowed her eyebrows in anger. “How did you even get that?”
    “This place is lacking in the security department. A child could break through their settings.”
    “Well, stop it! That’s personnel.”
    “But don’t you want my help?” He asked. He smiled again at Becca’s confused expression. “You know, I haven’t seen a single sign that you have a split personality. You’ve always been Becca- expect for that time you were drugged out of your mind.”
    “I’m starting to suspect you’re as nuts as they say you are.” Becca said. She winced as she sat up making sure to keep eye contact with Josh the entire time.
    “Yeah, well, so am I.” He said. He took a seat next to her on the table.
    “Forgive me if I’m a little suspicious of anything you say, but what do you mean, ’help me?’” She eyed him as he seemed to zone out for a moment, before the light came back in his eyes.
    “Realize your childhood fantasy.” He said. Yep, this guy was nuts. Maybe she should call for Jerry. “ When I was in elementary school, when all the other brain washed saps gushed about how many kids they were going to have, there was one girl who stood out. All she talked about over and over was being a solider, and how she refused to have kids. We all thought she was crazy, of course. Our teachers called her, “un-patriotic,” I even went as far as calling her a terrorist- until she slugged me right in the jaw and knocked out my front tooth.”
    Becca narrowed her eyes. It couldn’t be… She searched his face, but she couldn’t see him. “I was a bit of a dick.” He said. “Had blond hair too.”
    “D-Derrick?” Becca asked. He nodded his head. “What are you doing in Alaska?” His smile faltered a little.
    “We’re in California.” Becca’s eyes widened. No! She was in a different state? When had they... Was she really unconscious for that long? Was that why her parents hadn’t visited her? “Welcome back. Now down to business. Do you still want to be a solider?” She turned away from him and stared at the ground.
    “What’s it matter? That’s what got me into this situation in the first place. Maybe I should have gotten married and popped out a few kids after all.”
    “That’s not the Becca I remember.” He said.
    “Yeah, well, the Becca you remember got locked up in the loony bin. What about you? What happened to the Derrick I knew?”
    “Dead. I’m Josh Langley now.” He said. There was a slight sense of pride in his smile. Not quite cocky, but not unconfident either. The look in his eyes seemed to beg her to ask, so she took the bait and asked how. He replied with, “a new chip.” Becca stared at him. A new chip? You couldn’t just swap out a chip like you would a pair of shoes. Chips are your identity. It’s how the government keeps tabs on you. To get a new chip would mean…It’s just as he said. To get a new chip would give you a new identity. But could she believe him? She was talking to someone locked in a insane asylum. Sanitarium. Wherever they were.
    “And how did you go about getting this new chip?” Becca asked. She figured she’d play along until the physical therapist came back and shooed him out. Didn’t want to piss this guy off and get shanked later.
    “Witness protection.” Josh replied. He was either oblivious or uncaring of Becca’s attempts to scoot away from him. “I’m a whistle blower.”
    “What did you witness?” Becca asked. She was at the edge of the table unable to scoot away any farther. Her legs were still jellified after the work out. If she tried to walk away she’d probably fall flat on her face.
    He paused for a moment seemingly trying to find the right words. “It’s not what I witnessed; it’s what I did. I changed sides. I worked for them, and ran. I designed the games that tormented children.”
    “I-I have to go.” Becca said. This guy was nuts!
    “I’m here searching for other survivors- like yourself. I read your file. I believe you.” She froze right before she was about to push herself off the table. Not one person had said those words to her. “You’re not crazy.”
    “But I had a split personality! I was turning into a child!”
    He cocked his head to the side for a moment before replying, “What do you mean ‘had’?”
    “Crystal and I…merged.” His eyes widened. Now it was his turn to be shocked. “I wanted to bring her back with me as her own person, but.”
    “Crystal as in… green hair, purple eyes, lifeless?”
    “Lifeless? She wasn’t lifeless, but yes, that was her.”
    “I…I know it. I’ve been running from it. That AI is a lifeless machine…What do you mean you merged?”
    Becca shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long story.” Josh persisted until she let up. “She’s not an AI. She’s my split personality.” Now it was his turn to scoot away. His eyes were wide with fear. His face ghostly pale.
    “We’ve been trying to delete that program for years! It’s a virus! It goes through the Sphere stealing information for the SPP.”
    “She’s not a virus!” Becca insisted. “She’s a person! With thoughts and feelings and…”
    “No. Crystal is a program designed to steal sensitive information from government programs and infect everything it touches. I’d know. I helped make it!” He said. His eyes were fierce. “I made many Crystal’s and unleashed them into the Sphere. Those games that traumatized kids. Where do you think they came from? I uploaded the program into a Crystal and sent it out. It would then find a suitable target meeting our criteria and infect the game they went into.”
    “That’s…that’s not possible! She was my friend! I lived with her. She had real feelings.”
    “The only thing that program knows how to do is destroy! If its infected your avatar, we need to get it out!” Josh said. He stared at her with a stern expression. He must have seen she wasn’t going to budge. Crystal was part of her! She wasn’t a program!
    He turned his attention to the tablet in his hands. He flipped through some pictures before showing her the screen. “Is this her?” She stared at the image dumbfounded.
    “Hey, you can’t be in here!” A voice called out. They looked up to see the physical therapist returning with her ice. Josh grabbed the tablet from her hands and stood up before giving Becca one last look.
    “When you can walk, meet me in my room.”
    Josh was right. That was her. At the same time though, it wasn’t. The green hair and violet eyes were unmistakable. But that picture, it was of a little girl. Was it… the same little girl that followed her all those years ago? If that Crystal was a virus, who the hell had she been sleeping next to for all those months?

  14. Sonic and his friends packed for an overnight trip. Eggman had been quiet recently, and showed no signs of appearing again sometime soon, so they decided to take a well needed trip.

     

    Knuckles had insisted on staying at Angel Island, but the others claimed it wouldn't be as much fun without him.

     

    Knuckles only had a small bag of his belongings, a spare set of gloves and shoes.

     

    Tails had upgraded the plane, so that way it could carry the five of them, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Cream.

     

    "If this trip is a total disappointment, then I'm gonna throw your head into a wall," Knuckles growled, still upset about being forced to go. Sonic patted the echidna's shoulder, "Don't worry, Knux, it'll be fun."

     

    Knuckles still didn't think so, after the long ride there, it had gotten dark. A female wolf Mobian greeted them. "Welcome! I already picked out the rooms for you, girls in one, boys in the other, I do hope you'll enjoy your stay. Oh, and just one more thing, even though it should be none of my business, but would any of you happen to be bedwetters?"

     

    Four of the Mobians laughed, however, one stood behind them, trying to hide his blush. "That's the funniest thing I heard in years, no, I think all of us have grown past that," Sonic said. "Bedwetting does not stop as you age, it might lessen, even stop for most people, but I'm sure one of you at least have that problem, I see it all the time," the wolf replied.

     

    "Don't worry, I'm sure we can handle it, right guys?" Sonic turned to face the others, and noticed Knuckles blushing and staring at the floor. "Knuckles, you are a bed wetter?" Knuckles blushed harder, but nodded slightly, "I-i-i only get the slight phases, it just pops on and off, but y-yeah, I am...."

     

    "Don't worry, I think I can help you with that," the wolf offered.

     

    'Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like this?' Knuckles thought.

     

    ..........

     

    Sonic and Tails got ready for bed while waiting for Knuckles to get back, when he did, the echidna's muzzle was a brighter red than his fur. And an unmistakable thick, patterned diaper was wrapped around his waist.

     

    Chuckles and snickers forced their way out of Sonic's mouth.

     

    "I refuse to believe this, I tried to tell her that I wouldn't need the diapers, that I only get the occasional phases, but she said she didn't want to take any chances," Knuckles's voice was so quiet and full of disbelief, he almost sounded like a child.

     

    "Well, you never know what will happen, so I don't blame her for being cautious," Tails replied. Knuckles grumbled and crawled into bed.

     

    Once Sonic and Tails were asleep, Knuckles untaped the diaper from his waist and threw it into the trash, whispering, "I don't need that silly thing."

     

    He curled up under the blanket, already half asleep when he felt the urges of a filling bladder. His first thought was to get up and find a bathroom, but he was slipping deeper into sleep to care, that, and he was too comfortable to move.

     

    In his dream, he desperately needed to pee, dancing around and looking everywhere. All the bathrooms were locked, or out of order. He quickly found a single tree, making sure no one could see or hear him, he hid behind the tree and finally relieved his aching bladder.

     

    In the real world, the unmistakable sound of an emptying bladder could be heard in the silence. Urine soaked the bed sheets, staining them yellow, the puddle grew slowly, surrounding Knuckles's lower body and even reaching up to his stomach and chest. Knuckles subconsciously sighed in relief.

     

    By morning, Sonic was the first awake, the first thing he caught was the smell of urine in the air, and he looked around the room, finally spotting the wet spot in Knuckles's blanket. He quietly shook Tails awake, and then went outside to get the others.

     

    ..........

     

    Knuckles yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked up, startled to see everyone else staring down at him, none of them seemed slightly amused. "Uhh... morning...?"

     

    "Echidna, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen, this is what happens when you don't," the wolf growled, pulling the blanket off of Knuckles, giving him a perfectly clear view of his late night accident.

     

    "Uhhh.... ummm... Uhh.." Knuckles stuttered, unable to think of anything to say.

     

    "Well?" the wolf crossed her arms, waiting for an answer.

     

    "I don't know! I haven't wet the bed in months! I didn't know!" Knuckles exclaimed.

     

    "Why didn't you keep the diaper like you were supposed to?"

     

    "It made me feel like an actual baby, it felt strange to me and I thought I didn't need it."

     

    The others glanced at each other, all thinking the same thing. The wolf girl spoke up, "Your friends have thought of the perfect punishment."

     

    'Uh oh.'

     

    ..........

     

    "Breakfast is ready!"

     

    Sonic and the others quickly ran into the main room, Knuckles, however, just slowly walked into it, once again, trapped with a thick diaper. "All day?" he asked, still regretting what had happened.

     

    "All day," Amy confirmed.

     

    Knuckles sighed and sat down with them, the diaper crinkling and pressing against his rump.

     

    'It would've been easier if I had wore it the first time.'

     

    (Sorry it's rather short, I was tired and wanted to post something. I only own the wolf girl, everyone else belongs to Sega.)

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    It was late. The sun had long since left the horizon, leaving the inky black of night to cover the world. Inside a small house, which lay in a quiet glade, lit only by the crackling fireplace, sat a teenager- a girl. She sat at a desk, pen in hand, writing into a small notepad, speaking her words as she wrote.
    "Day forty six..
    It feels like forever ago now. Mother always told me these woods where filled with wild Pokemon. Teeming with life...but it's empty. Silent. Nobody's here, or at least...nobody I have seen. Fallen trees, marked with paint for cutting lay around the edges of the forest, and bulldozers like an army surrounding this once peaceful place. But deep inside...its like a whole different world. Everything is so green, and lush. Everything feels alive. But there are no birds in the trees, no trainers, no bugs. Just...that awful silence, so thick you can almost feel it. Where is all the life mother told me of? Where are all the Pokémon? That's what I'm determined to find out. The news say it's just...migration. But it can't be...all types at once? No way. I've been documenting everything.. I've seen only six of the native Pokemon, where there should be hundreds. The ones I've seen have looked sickly and sad..Could it be because of the forest disappearing? Being cut down? I don't know, but I will find out. Somehow.."

     

    She set down the pen, sighing as she turned to the window, and the clouds which had been covering the moon, finally allowed its ghostly light to shine through, illuminating the area in a silvery glow. The girl started as she saw a creature watching her from the edges of the trees, standing beside the largest of them. She peered closer, and saw a tail...long ears......paws.. The figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a Lucario.

     

    The girl heard a gasp pass her lips when she took in the state of the Pokémon. it's skin was stretched tight over its bones, giving it a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance. It's fur was a disarray of knots and tangles, and one of its piercing red eyes where crossed with a long healed scar. Its chest spike had obtained a web of cracks from an unknown attack-though what could have caused such damage, yet not kill the poor creature, she didn't care think about at this time. The girl slowly stood, and opened the door to her cabin.
    "H-hello. Are...you okay?"
    There was no reply, the silence of the forest becoming deafening.
    "I....I'm Alice."
    Alice took a step forward, but jerked back when the lucario bared its sharp fangs, a rolling snarl of warning coming from it.
    "H-hey! It's okay. I..I don't want to hurt you. It's freezing out here- you..you can come inside."
    All her instincts told her to run- to flee from this wild animal. Yet she knew in her heart it wouldn't hurt her.
    "You can trust me."
    The Lucario eyed her warily, before slowly walking forward. Alice smiled encouragingly, giving the Pokémon a wide space as it entered her cabin. Alice shut the door, the cold air quickly being snuffed out by the warm fire.
    "You..look hungry. I made dinner earlier- want some?"
    The Lucario showed no signs it had heard her. It was inspecting the various pictures of Alice and her family, hung on the walls.
    "Oh. That's my mom and dad."
    The Lucario gave her a questioning look, which she interpreted as asking why she wasn't with them.
    "They...they died. In a forest fire. They where trying to save the wild Pokémon inside, but..got trapped."
    The Lucario opened its mouth, briefly, as if to speak, then closed it again. Alice took note of this behavior, wondering if this could be one of the few Pokémon who chose to learn the human language..
    "So! Are you hungry?"
    All theories of it being able to speak went out the window when she recieved only a grunt in reply. Alice busied herself with heating up a bowl of soup, watching the Lucario explore her small home out of the corner of her eye. She saw it walk over to the television, and turn it on, then sit down to watch- as if it had done so a hundred times before.
    "So you've been in a house before, I'd guess?"
    She received no reply. But at this point- she honestly didn't expect to.
    "I wonder..."
    The Lucario's eyes darted towards her, silently prompting her to continue.
    "Your the first wild Pokémon I've seen who hasn't attacked me, or run
    Away. You've obviously had prior experience with humans- at least enough to know that not all of them are hunters."
    The Lucario didn't make any indication as to confirm or deny her words. Alice let the subject go, for now, seeing as she was making no progress pressing the point. Within minutes, she was serving the Pokémon. Alice hummed.
    "You know...I know a lot of Pokémon like being called by their species name, but a lot of others have nicknames. Do you have one?"
    At its sharp nod, Alice beamed.
    "Well, let's see..what could it be...is-"
    "It's Luke."
    Alice went silent, her green eyes wide in astonishment.
    "Wh-what?"
    The Lucario gave a ghost of a smile, though it's eyes where haunted,
    "I said, my name is Luke."
    _____
    Authors Note:
    If you've enjoyed this chapter, please drop a comment =) omo will be coming in soon, I promise, though likelyin the form of a flash back.
    Thank you to all whom have enjoyed this thus far!

     

    If you want your Oc (preferably a humanoid Pokemon of some sort, or even a person) to be included in this story, drop me a message here or on skype, at mewtwo393

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    A loud wail escaped the small, black-haired girl. Her crimson-colored eyes, interlaced with a cloudy, uneven purple, displayed the moment they opened, as they heard the door open wide. It was her parents.

     

    “Oh, dear, not again…” Her mother muttered.

     

    “I-it’s not my fault!” The girl sobbed. “G-Gina w-w-was doing this thing, where-”

     

    “Not this again…” Her father said, obviously fed up with the excuses. “I’ll agree with your mother that it shouldn’t be something to worry about, but wetting the bed can NOT be blamed on your sister.”

     

    “B-but she was brewing with that one th-”

     

    “Alicia!” A girl beside the first interrupted, getting out of her (notably dry) bed. “Any novice Alchemist knows brewery, while mostly used for transmuting, can be used for strengthening and weakening body parts.”

     

    “Exact-” Alicia started to say before being cut off by her sister.

     

    “-But no ingredient affects, positively or negatively, your baby bladder.”

     

    “Now Gina…” Their mother interrupted. “You’re not helping, and you’re only going to make her more upset.” The way her mother talked almost made it seem like Alicia couldn’t understand, but her mother took note of such a fact immediately and turned back to her youngest daughter. “You should also know that Gina was exposed to the fumes just as much, if not more, than you, so she’d have wet the bed if it did affect her. Just calm down and let’s clean up your mess, we’ll forget this ever happened, alright?” Alicia nodded, rubbing away her tears with her left hand as her right was tugged gently by her mother, helping her out of bed. She noticed her sister dashing for the bathroom, but Alicia didn’t speak up. After all, she had more things on her mind than that, and it wasn’t just her accident.

     

    “Twin’s Root…” She muttered in a low voice. “…no, Twin’s Root transfers an effect to a blood related sibling, it must’ve been a Water Glaive…”

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~

     

    Alicia, being 13 now, hadn’t wet her bed in years. Of course, to her dismay, it was only two. …well, one and a half, but her pride forced her to round up. …of course, her pride also made sure to discount the daytime accidents she had had (especially whilst or directly after brewing), but that was neither here nor there.
    Alicia had been growing up rather well, and being only three years younger than her sister, she had found herself following in the older sibling’s footsteps. Most notably, of course, was her profession and hobby: Alchemy.

     

    Being an Alchemist took years of study, but growing up reading about every plant and experimenting with them firsthand had made her a proficient Alchemist by her teen years, even picking up on things that her sister often overlooked. This may have been the main reason for her discovery during the years of the secret ability of the Water Glaive, a fat looking Lili pad that looked more like a balloon than a plant, which seemed to grow out in the shape of a sword, using its four points for balance and growing out one point more so than others for general growth. Alicia had noticed that, when smashing the plant, the water the drained out of it had changed with a white coloration to it (when normally being perfectly clear), though it often was disguised by the green that often rubbed out of plants (most notably grass). She had tasted it once and, not really being aware of any affect, decided it was safe. However, after ten seconds, she felt her bladder begin to quickly weaken, and she couldn’t help but realize her pants were getting drenched with pee. This odd ability was quickly noted down in her memory and never made mention to her sister. After all, this was the perfect way to make her sister understand just how much potential, not to mention power, Alicia had.

     

    But revenge came first, and thus, she kept looking for ways to make the perfect formula. After only two weeks of notes, which were followed by multiple (embarrassingly accurate) tests, she found the attributes she needed, and wrote them in a small book she kept in her coat pocket. It read, in her red pen ink:

     

    Water Glaive: After crushed, one drop induces rapid muscle weakening in the bladder, begins immediately, lasts one second per drop, strength is weak and increases per drop. NOTE: Muscles regain strength at body’s normal rate.

     

    Twin’s Root: After cooked and chopped, will make any potion effect only the closest (in years) sibling of the recipient of the potion. Minimum/maximum amount too small/big to calculate.

     

    Herald’s Folly: (I still don’t understand the story behind this name…) After Purplish liquid is extracted (often through chopping) potion that it’s applied to takes effect after 10 seconds per drop, 1 second if cooked till boiling. Notably, however, any effect caused by Glowing Salt is unaffected by this, happening immediately.

     

    Glowing Salt: (hard to manufacture, just buy it!) One pinch will induce a slight thirst. If mixed with any potion containing Water Glaive, it seems to make any water that enters the body seem to duplicate while also speeding the body’s process of using water.

     

    And this was what she needed. Four, simple ingredients, three of which found around her house and the fourth easily being bought off of any merchant (seeing as it has a much more pronounced taste than average salt). So, what better time to start working on the perfect formula than the day before her older sister’s birthday, right? So, the girl began working, and after only a few hours, she had multiple potions ready, each of which carefully measure and labeled for specific things.
    The first, being the smallest container of all (that she began drinking immediately) was timed to take an immediate, astonishing effect at night, with no hint of Glowing Salt but plent of Water Glaive.
    The second, one she also drank immediately, had a single drop of Water Glaive, yet plenty of Glowing Salt. These first to were going to be the perfect combination and work hand in hand, and already she saw her sister going for a drink of water.
    The third was in a huge vial with a label “5M” on it. This was a time delayed potion that was, while able to be displayed without anyone knowing what is was for, would cause her sister to need to drink water a little more often for five minute before her bladder would start to give out all at once, She Had plenty of that potion, so she was sure she would be having an “accident prone” older sibling soon enough.

     

    And now, the fun began. She stayed up at night, her excitement almost helping her witness her plan in full affect. It was to be her Sister’s 16th birthday that morning, and already the day before Gina had been drinking plenty of water and making plenty of bathroom trips, though only the thirst and filling of her bladder were altered from the potions that Alicia had drank (all containing Twin’s Root). Now, her sister was shifting in bed, her need under control only for a few more seconds. Alicia watched in awe as her older sister sighed in relief, a smile going across her face as her bladder emptied. Alicia tiptoed over, peeling the covers away to witness the accident that her sister her made, and she couldn’t help chuckling as she placed the covers back, tiptoing back. Alicia opened her coat pocket to reveal plenty of vials containing the time delay potion, and she laughed once more. “Happy birthday, baby…”

     

    ~~~~~

     

    Gina woke up, a smile on her face before even her eyes had opened, because why not? It was her 16th birthday, and with that, she was one step closer to being hired as a full-time Alchemist! Being 17 meant she’d have an apprenticeship, and 18 would almost guarantee the day she would be hired by some sort of church or count or whatever to brew anything and everything!
    Then, as she kicked the blankets off, she paused. The normally warm summer air was chilly on her legs, and she couldn’t figure out why until the answer made her regret asking. She, a sixteen year old girl, a year from apprenticeship, basically a woman already, had wet herself. This wasn’t even a small accident either, it was huge. Her bedsheets were stained a rather visible yellow, and already she wondered if she may even be able to rid the room of the sheets alone, much less the smell that seemed to make her mind say she was a little girl every time she inhaled.

     

    “Good morning sleepy head!” Her sister shouted, making Gina flinch. “Whoah, oh bless the gods… did you…?” The question only brought tears to the girl’s eyes, and holding her own hands seemed to be the only thing keeping her from sobbing.

     

    “A-Alicia… please… don’t tell our parents, alright?”

     

    Alicia tilted her head, a frown already on her face. “And why not? You always told them when I wet the be-”

     

    “B-but that’s different!” Gina said, almost shouting before she stopped herself. Her next words came in a whisper. “I-I’m sixteen, a-and it’s my birthday, a-and-”

     

    “-And you wet your bed like a little girl.” Alicia interrupted, causing Gina to visibly flinch. “If you want to keep me from talking… well… you have to promise me something.”

     

    “Anything!”

     

    “...You take me with you whenever I ask, got it?”

     

    “Whenever?”

     

    “Whenever, no matter how embarrassing. And the moment you say no, I’ll start telling mom and dad to check your bedsheets for stains. Maybe… maybe even your friends…”

     

    After a moment of thinking, which only proved to make Gina’s face change a few shades, she nodded. “D-d-deal!”

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    “Hey, pull over at the next fast food restaurant!” a young woman called to her driver, fidgeting a bit.

     

    “Don't listen to Kaylee,” countered her close friend, who was sitting with her in the back of their van. He grinned at the girl, poking her in the stomach. “How about we have a contest instead?”

     

    “What are you talking about, Alan?”

     

    Alan moved to sit beside his best friend and pushed his palm against her abdomen. It was hard, difficult to press down on. She yelped and slapped at his hand, which caused him to pull his arm back. He had a grin plastered on his face and he was very obviously amused.

     

    “Alan!” she squealed. “I'm going to pee if you do that!”

     

    “That's why we shouldn't pull over!” He lifted up his hoodie and the shirt beneath it to show how his abdomen was slightly swollen. “I have to use the bathroom, too. Let's see who can hold it longer.”

     

    It was probably a terrible idea, but it was thrilling all the same. They would both hold it until they absolutely couldn't anymore, and then they would burst, spilling urine into the carpet of the back of the van... But Kaylee was a rich girl and could waste some money to get it cleaned, so there was no real damage done. As long as the anime and manga collection they kept in the vehicle wasn't damaged, it would actually be quite fun.

     

    “Actually, don't pull over!” she agreed, smiling over at the driver, who shook his head and sighed at the two in the back. He was always finished with their antics before they even started up, and this was clearly no exception.

     

    Alan ran his fingers through his bleached blond hair before reaching over to the ice chest they kept with them, pulling out two cans of soda. He handed one to Kaylee as he sat back down. The can fizzed as he opened it, and he made a motion for his friend to open hers as well. “It's more fun if you're drinking something.”

     

    “It's more fun? You've done this before?”

     

    He shrugged. “I didn't have anything better to do with my time, so sure.”

     

    That meant he knew for a fact this was fun, right? So then there was even less harm done in trying it. Their interests aligned with one another perfectly, and everything one was interested in, so was the other—so the theoretical probability of her enjoying a holding contest was one hundred percent, wasn't it?

     

    She squirmed a little as she took a drink of her soda, hips wiggling as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. Alan must have been feeling the effect of it, too, as he ground his crotch just a bit against the heel of his shoe. Still, he took a big gulp of it, grinning as he moved the can away from his lips. His gaze was taunting, as if he already knew beforehand that he was going to win the contest and she was going to lose. But she had a chance at beating him, right? Maybe his desperation would be worse than hers in the end.

     

    “I bet I'm gonna definitely beat you at this,” he teased, setting his drink down and getting on his hands and knees to get in Kaylee's face. He raised one of his hands to poke her stomach before going up to tickle the crook of her neck.

     

    She yelped and kicked at him, nailing him in hip and forcing him to fall backwards. The desperation was suddenly worse, and she jammed a hand between her legs to keep from letting anything spurt out. After a moment of squirming and gritting her teeth, she finally got herself under control and kicked the boy again. “Not fair! You can't do things like that.”

     

    He grinned again, taking another drink of his soda and looking at Kaylee triumphantly. “Who said there was rules? I bet you almost just lost it!” he chirped in a singsong tone, happily flapping his left hand a few times.

     

    “I did! Not faaaaiiiir!” She was wailing now, flailing in Alan's general direction. She huffed, but she still took another sip. She was taking smaller drinks than her friend, which probably wasn't fair, but with the move he just pulled, she couldn't find it in her to feel any guilt. Besides, if he kept drinking like he was, he was going to end up bursting long before her.

     

    “You're going too slow.” It was almost like he read her mind, motioning to the soda can in her hand. “In three, we're both gonna chug the whole thing. ...One, two, three.”

     

    She couldn't really argue with him, since she had agreed to partake in this little contest that her friend had come up with. She tipped her head back and downed her beverage without taking in a single breath before the container was empty. It left a sickish feeling in her stomach, but more than that, she really needed to use the restroom. Her hand went to her crotch and she crossed her legs, thighs pressing together tightly.

     

    Alan seemed to be struggling now as well, sitting on his foot to grind down on the heel of his shoe. His thighs were trembling as he leaned forward, teeth clenched and both hands at his slightly bulging abdomen.

     

    They seemed to be at the exact same point, and who would tip over the edge first was completely unknown. It could be either or at this point—they were both having trouble and they were both ready to burst.

     

    Desperation hit the girl hard, and she felt a bit of warmth dampen her fingertips and her palms. She must have been leaking already! Her face went red with embarrassment, and Alan definitely took note. He gave her a teasing smile, though it looked forced, like he needed to put plenty of effort into it—which he probably did, considering the state he was in.

     

    “Does that mean you've lost?” he asked, an edge of false innocence to his voice.

     

    Kaylee refused to admit defeat, but another spurt of urine gushed out and spilled through her fingers, dampening the carpet that covered the back of the van. She definitely had lost, and there was no doubt there. She even let a moan slip as more piss spurted out of her and hit the floor.

     

    “You did lose!” He ground down harder on his shoe, letting out a soft whimper as she noticed a wet patch darken the front of his pants. A heavy breath passed his lips as he leaned down even further, a moan coming from his throat. “I'm the winner, it looks like. But I bet I can last even longer! I won't...ahh...won't break until you wet yourself all the way...!”

     

    He was struggling to speak properly, but then Kaylee had nothing to say, since she was trembling and too overwhelmed by the sensation to even manage to speak.

     

    She couldn't hold on anymore, and it all came spilling out. She squeaked as urine soaked her dress and her thighs, and soaked into the carpet. It felt so good to let go, and she slumped down against the side of the vehicle once her bladder was empty.

     

    Alan, who was still trying to maintain his control, finally relaxed. He moaned loudly as piss drenched his pants and his shoe, and he seemed perfectly content sitting in a puddle of his own urine afterwards.

     

    Kaylee couldn't help giving a breathless laugh when she heard the driver mutter something about those damn kids, but he was just going to have to get used to it—she got the feeling that she and Alan were going to have plenty more “contests” in the future.

  15. Turquoise was on her way to her next session with the Diamonds. Ever since returning to Homeworld, she had to re-learn everything she had forgotten, as well as learn about the new planets and sectors that the gems had taken control over. Emerald was accompanying her diamond, Turquoise was the only person she'd ever grown to love. Turquoise reciprocated those feelings, but could not show the diamonds. The Blue Gem refused to let Emerald get banished just because of her feelings. “Turquoise!”
    “Yes, Yellow Diamond?”
    “Pay attention! You're going to be helping us watch over these sectors. I want you to be useful, so don't go day dreaming. You may be a Diamond, but you still have a lot to learn.” Turquoise nodded her head. She stared back at Emerald. Wait until later, we'll talk about it later. The Blue Gem had to repeat to herself. Emerald already had an accident, if either of them did something wrong, it would be the end of their trip.

     


    Turquoise Has Some Fun


    “Turquoise?”
    “Yes Emerald?” Turquoise was busy, working on plans to make the star Ax9B466 useful as a gem colony.
    “Do you know why the diamonds w-”
    “Wanted to replace you with a Pearl?” The Blue Gem cut off Emerald's train of thought. “Yes. Are we to talk about it now? No.” Emerald pouted.
    “I've had enough! It's been eight months since we got back, yet you barely talk to me. You rarely even ask me a question, let alone tell me to do something! What's wrong?”
    “LATER!” Turquoise turned her head, staring at her Emerald. “I'll explain later. Emerald stared at the floor, nodding her head.
    “Ok.” Turquoise looked back to the console. She had to work, she had to impress the diamonds. The Blue Gem looked up in the corner of the room. A camera's right there. It might not be them, but I know someone's watching. Emerald stared into the corner, then back to Turquoise.
    “My Di-”
    “Don't ask.”

     

     


    Turquoise walked into her living quarters. She didn't need that much, so it was just a small room with a couch on it. As the Blue gem stepped inside, her Emerald followed quickly behind. “My Diamond, may I come in?”
    “Make yourself at home.” Emerald ran up to the Blue Gem and latched her arms around the Diamond she cared so much for.
    “I'm sorry for whatever I did, I just want to be happy with you.” Turquoise turned around and kissed her clueless Emerald.
    “We're constantly being watched, the only place I can be safe about us is here, or even at your quarters. Ever since we got back, after your little accident, Yellow Diamond has stopped approving of us, even more than usual.” Emerald kissed her diamond's cheek.
    “Don't worry a bit about her.” The small, Green Gem jumped up, an idea popping into her head. “I'll go get you a drink. You need one after such a long day of work!” Turquoise nodded her head, as Emerald ran to get a cup of alcohol for The Blue Gem. What is up with her? She's been so hyper since we got back. The Diamond thought quietly to herself, waiting for the Green Gem to get back.
    There was a sudden knock at the door. “You finally back with my drink?” Turquoise looked back at the door, where she saw Emerald being held by Yellow Diamond.
    “This is your runt, isn't she? Don't let her near the drinks again, she was trying to sneak out with two cups of alcohol.” Turquoise stared at Yellow Diamond.
    “Put her down, I ordered her to get both.” Yellow Diamond stared at the lowly Turquoise.
    “Fine!” Yellow Diamond threw the Emerald on the ground. “PEARL! Bring Turquoise the two drinks we confiscated!” A Yellow Pearl walked out from behind the Diamond, and handed a tray to Turquoise. It was a small, gray, metallic tray, housing two small cups of an orange substance.
    “Thank you. Now leave me. I wish to be alone, I need to talk some sense into this Emerald.”
    “Of course. But remember to meet me later, we must discuss our plans for the next planet.”

     

     


    “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” Turquoise yelled at the top of her lungs. She was running around the small area, making sure no one could watch, or listen in on their conversation.
    “I- You've just been working so hard, I wanted to get you the strong stuff.”
    “YOU GOT TWO CUPS! WE COULD'VE GOTTEN SHATTERED BECAUSE OF YOU BEING SO INCOMPETENT!” Emerald walked over to Turquoise.
    “My Diamond.” Turquoise looked down, only to see the top of Emerald's head. Emerald looked up, a smile in her eyes. “You have to try this shit, My Diamond.” Turquoise smiled, her smile turning into a chuckle. The chuckle turning quickly into a laugh.
    “You always know how to make me smile.” The Diamond turned around staring at the tray that was laid on the bed. She walked over, and grabbed one of the two cups, handing it to Emerald. “I know you wanted one, just take it.” Emerald blushed, nodding at her Lover's request. Slowly, she took the cup out of Turquoise's hand, and took small sips of it. Turquoise lifted the cup to her mouth, before whispering out the words, “To us.”

     

     


    Emerald was sitting on the bed, waiting for her Diamond to change. “Your meeting with Yellow D is soon.”
    “I know, I just need to find something decent to wear. These pictures aren't giving me anything to work with!” Emerald walked up to the wall, tons of human outfits were hung up by small thumbtacks.
    “How about you let me choose something?” Turquoise nodded.
    “If you choose something ugly, I'm gonna give you five across the ass.” Emerald chuckled.
    “Don't make me want to.” Turquoise walked over to, and jumped on, the bed. Emerald stared at the pictures, before ripping pieces off. She took a few pieces of tape, which was laying on the ground next to her, and put the pieces together. “How about this?”
    Turquoise looked at the crudely put together picture. There was a green skirt, with a ribbon tied around the waist. The shirt was short-sleeved, and had a blue color, with a dark green, sleeveless jacket over. There was a small green bow, barely even noticeable, locking a small bit of hair behind her head. “I believe the humans call that a pony tail. Don't know why. I just thought it looked nice.”
    “Let's drop the ponytail a bit, and we're good.” Emerald blushed, staring at Turquoise.
    “Let's get going, don't wanna be late.” Emerald smiled at her diamond. Turquoise went up in a flash, her clothes changing in an instant. She walked to the door, chuckling on her way. Emerald following close behind.
    “I'll give you that 5 later.”

     

     


    Emerald followed Turquoise, staying close behind. She didn't want anything bad happening to her, nor to herself. Turquoise kept her attention forward, her steps getting slower as she went along. Emerald had to help Turquoise stand up at times. Neither had any clue what was going on, but Turquoise had a feeling it was bad. Emerald stopped to think, then ran to catch up with Turquoise.
    “You drank the whole cup, didn't you?” Turquoise nodded.
    “Why?” Then, it hit her. The reason she was starting to loose control. She drank too much. “You gave me the strongest alcohol on homeworld. Now, I'm in dire need to piss.” As soon as it hit her, it started to dawn on her. What if I end up wetting in front of Yellow Diamond, she's going to have us both shattered. I can't do this. Turquoise kept walking, trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working. Her mind was focused on trying not to let her bowels take control of her. She was shaking, forcing her arms to stay still. Her body was swaying back and forth, her bladder full of liquid.
    “Turquoise, are yo-”
    “I'm alright, I'm fine. Let's just keep going.” Emerald blushed, she was only worried about if Turquoise was alright. She stared forward, looking at Turquoise.
    “Turquoise!”
    “I'm fine.” Turquoise stopped, her face starting to redden. She felt something starting to come out, small little spurts starting to flow from her crotch, out of her clothes. “Emerald, we have to find somewhere quiet, where we can be alone.”
    “Why?”
    “COME ON!” Turquoise grabbed Emerald's hand, as she started running. Every time her heel hit the ground, more came out. Every squirt was another slowdown point. Her bowels were acting up, her whole body was shaking, every step making it worse. Turquoise had to force herself not to burst, the pain was making her tense up, and almost made her break down. Her hands were locked in place, her mind focused on finding somewhere to pee.
    The Blue Gem tripped a few times, but Emerald was always sure to catch her. They had to keep running, Turquoise was loosing patience. She had to find somewhere, anywhere, that she could go in peace. The two gems stopped running, Turquoise turning back towards Emerald. “Do you see anywhere?” Emerald looked around, shaking her head afterward. “Come on, there has to be some place. Anywhere.” Turquoise pulled Emerald along, starting into a sprint, when she lost it.
    “Tur- My Diamond, are you ok?” The Blue Gem fell to the ground, her breath was getting heavier. Everyone turned their attention to the Diamond who had just fell. Her clothes were wet, extremely wet. Everyone could see dark spots on her dress.
    “Pick me up.”
    “What?”
    “I said, PICK ME UP!” The Emerald did as she was told. “Now take me home. I need some rest.” Emerald nodded, then jumped over the crowd, running as fast as she could back to Turquoise's quarters.

     

     


    Once the two got back, Turquoise sat down in the corner. “I know what it must have felt like, to pee in front of all those people.” Emerald blushed, Turquoise stared into her Emerald's face. “I won't let it happen again. Turquoise started to push herself up, she let out one single squirt, then she fell back to the floor. Emerald sat down, there was nothing they could do but wait. Turquoise started to let out tears., slowly letting them become audible. “There was nothing I could do. I let this happen, now we're both dead. What's wrong with me?” Emerald hopped down and hugged her Turquoise tight.
    “Nothing is, you did nothing wrong. If we have to, we can leave together. I won't let them harm you.” Turquoise smiled, and wrapped her arms around Emerald.
    “LET ME THROUGH DAMMIT!” Yellow diamond was right outside, ready to break a gem. Turquoise let go, and pushed Emerald away. Emerald jumped into the kitchen, pretending to get look for something. Yellow Diamond pushed through the door. “TURQUOISE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! WHY IS EVERYONE RIGHT OUTSIDE?” Turquoise blushed, she had nothing to say, it was just a matter of time. The sooner Yellow D. left, the sooner she could go in peace.
    “She-”
    “QUIET! You lowly emerald. I should shatter you for all the problem's you've caused me, for all the distractions you gave your diamond. I'll deal with you later.” The Big Yellow Gem turned around. “I want you to come with me right now, Turquoise! You're going to discuss this planet with-” Turquoise let out a moan. She couldn't hold it any longer, her bowels were beyond full, her stomach was cramping up, her legs were shaking, her arms grabbing her crotch.
    Turquoise tried to force herself up, but she kept falling back down. She couldn't let another leak escape, she wouldn't. Her mind filled with the want to piss, her face turned red, she was sweating, Emerald was running over to her, and Turquoise let it all out.
    Her muscles gave out, her mind went blank, she went limp, as she let every last bit of liquid flow out. She let her mind empty out, as her crotch got wetter, and warmer. As every second passed, her legs felt warm, the floor starting to fill with her pee. This is the sweet relief I've been looking for. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts fill with nothing but bliss. Her bladder was already half empty, and she didn't want to stop there. She let go of her crotch, and let her arms fall to each side. Emerald jumped on her, hugging her like they would never see each other again. Turquoise smiled, took Emerald's hand, and pushed her crotch in with it. The Blue Gem felt as her pee started to flow out faster, stronger, in an even larger stream. She felt the puddle under her getting bigger and bigger. Everything was blank for one moment, as she let out one loud, shameless, moan. The puddle under her had reached out towards Yellow Diamond, Emerald laid her head on Turquoise's chest. Turquoise felt nothing but bliss, her arms instinctively went around Emerald, her face full of tears.
    “Don't let me go.”
    “Never, My Diamond.” Then, Emerald disappeared, her gem falling on Turquoise's chest. Yellow Diamond was visibly pissed.
    “You have disgraced all of us. I will have both of you shattered!” Turquoise looked at the Emerald on her chest, she stood up, and yelled at the Giant Yellow Gem.
    “WHY! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TRY TO SHATTER HER! SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!”
    “You both have disgraced us, I will not let either of you leave.” Turquoise ran out of the building, Trying to find a place she could be alone. Overall, she just needed a way to get off this miserable planet. She looked around, holding the Green Gem in her hand.
    “I won't let anyone hurt you. Never again.” Turquoise looked up, and saw an old gem ship. Let's get out of here. Turquoise climbed on the ship, and made her way to the front. Starting it up, the ship lifted itself off the ground, before taking off towards earth, the only planet that Turquoise could think to go. “We'll be there soon, I promise.”

     


    Author's note: I'm done. I'm moving on to other things. I love writing, but writing about one thing gets old. I'll see you guys in other stories, and future SU stories. ♥