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  • Holding More than Cards (Kakegurui F/F)

    By SlothWhispers

    ((Another older fic, this one involves Midari and Yumeko from Kakegurui, and some good ol' Desperation and Wetting! ? It takes place after s1 of the anime, since I haven't gotten around to reading the manga to see how their relationship developed after their first match. Warning for minor dark content (a few mild references to Midari's gunplay kink and suicidal tendencies, but absolutely nothing in detail there, and nothing you wouldn't expect from the anime itself). This one is also NSFW (a masturbation scene and clothed grinding). )) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had been too long. Too long since she'd found any sort of thrill, or even remote satisfaction, at this school. No, in this life.

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

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

    One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person.

    Yumeko.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ~~~

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

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

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

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

    "Yumeko..."

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

    "Fuck..."

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

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

    Holy shit.

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

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

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

    "What a fuckin' rush..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    She needed to wait for Yumeko.

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

    ~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Damn it. 

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

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

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

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

    "You disgust me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Y-Yeah, but..."

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

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

    ~~~

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

    "Fuck, Yumeko, please..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I can't let our game end yet! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
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  • A Wet Night with a Dragon

    By MasterXploder

    “Hmmm?” For some reason, the waking world had decided to gently pull Lucoa, the divine dragon and former goddess, from her pleasant dreams a little earlier than usual. As she opened her eyes, she realized it was still the middle of the night, for the room was shrouded in darkness, the only sounds coming from the ceiling fan above. Though she was awake now, her eyelids still drooped with fatigue, and the desire to return to sleep was quite strong. However, another desire proved stronger, and that was to check on the bed’s other occupant. As quietly and smoothly as she could, she propped herself up and took a look at him, her dragon eyes working just as well as they did in broad daylight. Shouta, her sweet little master of sorts, lied fast asleep as she expected. Clad in his green pajamas, his chest gently rose and fell with each silent breath. His left hand lied next to his head in a half-closed fist while his right arm rested on his stomach. Lucoa sighed wistfully as she gazed at the dozing child. He looked so adorable with his face at total ease, a rare sight for her despite how much time they spent together. On the other hand, she also noticed that his body was uncovered all the way down to his socks. He must have tossed the blanket off him in his sleep, she surmised. That was just no good. It was a rather frigid night, and those thin PJ’s wouldn’t do much against the chilly air. She would never forgive herself if she allowed him to catch a cold overnight. Her first thought was to cuddle up and share her plentiful body heat, but she quickly dismissed it. The last time she tried that, Shouta complained about nearly suffocating underneath her “giant demon orbs” as he called them. That left the other option of pulling the covers over him and maybe nudging a little closer to him just in case. She slowly reached her hand over and grabbed the blanket, intending to do just that. “Num-hmm-hmm…” Lucoa froze up as Shouta mumbled suddenly. Had she stirred him awake by accident? She watched over him, looking for any signs that he would wake soon. Shouta fidgeted a little and kept muttering, his face tensing up in discomfort, but his eyes did not open. Lucoa frowned at the sight. The poor kid must be having a bad dream. She would have to do something about that. With a quick wave of her hand, a magic circle appeared, sending a soft light around Shouta’s head. The magic dispelled the nightmare, and he soon returned to a peaceful snooze. Satisfied with her work, Lucoa went to put the blanket back on him, but she stopped again. A very quiet noise, one that she would not have heard if not for her draconic senses, emanated from Shouta. If she didn’t know any better, it sounded like water hitting fabric, but the only way that would be possible at this time was if… “Oh dear.” A quick look down was all it took to confirm her worry. A wet patch had formed on Shouta’s pants and grew bigger by the second. It soon spread to between his legs and onto the mattress, growing into a pool around his bottom. Before long, urine was visibly breaking the cotton barrier, amplifying the sound of whizzing. As a neutrally-aligned dragon, Lucoa did not meddle in human affairs, but she had picked up on a few of their quirks. For instance, humans had the peculiar behavior of being embarrassed and ashamed about removing waste from their bodies, only doing so in designated places closed off from others. Should they end up voiding in their clothing, they tended to get very upset. At least, that’s what she gleamed from watching TV with Shouta. She could not imagine him being any different. It was such a strange sight to her, seeing him wet the bed yet not showing the slightest care on his face. The poor boy must have no idea what was happening, just the feeling of something discomforting slowly going away and relaxing him back into a deep sleep. Of course, that would no doubt change the instant he woke up and felt the cold, smelly liquid drenching his PJ’s. She was not about to let that happen. As soon as he finished his business, she would cast another spell that would remove all traces of urine, making it appear as if an accident never happened. She had to wait a while before that could happen, though. Shouta must have had something to drink and forgotten to pee before bed, it was the only way to explain how long his wetting was taking. By the time the sound of peeing came to a stop, the front of his pants were thoroughly soaked, and the back was likely not any better. But the more she watched Shouta relieve himself, the more Lucoa became aware of a tingling between her legs as well. Maybe it was the just of watching someone else go, or maybe it was the culprit for waking her up in the first place, but she wouldn’t mind having a potty break herself now. Unfortunately, she did not find getting up to use the toilet a good idea. Her movements might wake Shouta, who would probably cry his eyes out upon realizing he wet the bed. That could be solved simply by cleaning the mattress before she got out, but it was a convenient excuse. In truth, she was feeling rather lazy, the warmth of the bed a little too enticing to leave its embrace. Still, she needed to rid herself of that pesky pressure before she could get comfortable enough to go back to sleep. The simple solution was to magically remove the urine in her at the same time as she did Shouta’s, but then she thought of another idea. A far cheekier one. As a dragon, the concept of wetting oneself was still a foreign one to her. The only time she could recall that happening to her was when she was slipped with that tainted alcohol, and all she could recall was waking up in wet scales. It was a surprising moment, though not entirely unpleasant, at least compared to the other consequences of her drunken night. Taking one last look at Shouta, Lucoa lowered herself back into bed and snuggled into the covers. Her urine pressed against her bladder begging for release, but she no longer resisted it. She was going to satisfy her curiosity and see what the fuss of peeing herself was like. “Oh!” Lucoa gasped as the first bit of pee slipped out and hit the scales masquerading as her panties, the only thing she wore below her shirt. It felt so… warm, and the way it made her pseudo-undies cling to her privates only doubled that sensation. It was a strange sensation to be sure, but not a very uncomfortable one. She did not see the fuss behind having an accident just yet. It was time to open the floodgates. The dragon went from passively allowing pee to leave her to actively forcing it out, and the effect was instant. The room filled with a loud hissing noise as an amount of urine greater than any human could produce gushed from between her legs. In no time at all, her legs were soaked as well as the mattress below and blankets above. Drops of it soon ran down the mattress’ side, spreading the puddle onto the floor. The wet warm feelings running all over her lower body sent a medley of strange signals to the dragon’s brain, leaving her unsure what to think of her wetting. It was uncomfortable, and she definitely would not want to go back to sleep like this for sure. On the other hand, it also felt oddly relaxing, being able to just relax and let go without leaving the comfort of the bed. She wouldn’t mind doing this again, though she would need to do something about the pee getting everywhere. Even though Lucoa did not consider herself bursting to go, her wetting took far longer than Shouta’s. It was only after about five minutes that her stream began to taper off, the hissing dying down to a piddle. The mattress had been completely soaked through on her side, and the puddle on the floor reached out so far, it looked as if someone dumped a ten-gallon container’s worth of urine. Yet through all that, Lucoa kept one eye on Shouta the entire time, and not once did he stir in his sleep. She never figured him to be such a heavy sleeper. Maybe her magic to dispel the nightmare was a little stronger than she meant. She also had to wonder if his parents had heard her accident in the next room over. Then again, they never said anything on the night Shouta woke up screaming because he found out he was groping her by accident. Maybe the whole family was full of heavy sleepers. But as she looked at Shouta, Lucoa fell into a peaceful state despite the massive amount of pee in the room. “Even in your sleep, you still come up with great ideas.”     Shouta groaned as a ray of sunlight reached his eyes, bringing him out of his slumber. He did not open them just yet, instead choosing to turn his head away and hope that Lucoa’s world-class qualities were not right in front of him. While he lied there, memories of his last dream gradually returned to him. He had been in front of his cauldron performing a summoning spell when Lucoa jumped out without a shred of clothing on, just like their first meeting. That was bad enough on its own, but then the cauldron started spewing water everywhere, quickly flooding the room and knocking him over in surprise. The feeling of wetness as the water reached his legs was so strong, it was almost like… Oh no! Shouta felt a cold sweat coming on. He really couldn’t have, could he? It had been so long since the last time it happened, well before summoning Lucoa. On the other hand, he couldn’t recall using the bathroom before he went to bed, and that almost always spelled trouble for him. He really did not want to, but Shouta lowered a hand to check his pants for a wet patch. He had no idea what he was going to do if Lucoa found about this. Taking a gulp, he gave his crotch a couple pats, fully expecting the worst. “Huh?” Dry as a bone. Any other time, this would bring relief to Shouta, but now it only brought confusion. That dream felt so real, he was certain something had to have come out. He needed to take a close look to be sure. Carefully opening his eyes, Shouta found that he was the only one in bed. He wondered where Lucoa could have gone for a moment, but quickly returned to the matter at hand. He pulled the covers off of him and sat up, the sun coming through the window giving him enough to see. Nothing. Not a single drop of pee anywhere. The panic and dread began to die down in Shouta, though the confusion remained. If he hadn’t wet the bed, then where did that sensation come from? “Oh.” That’s when he felt it, that familiar pressure that often got him out of bed in the mornings. All that urine he worried about leaking out was still inside him, and boy, did it want out now. Shouta wondered if that dream he had was his body’s way of waking him up before he could wet the bed, but he would dwell on that as soon as his bladder was empty. With no Lucoa to worry about, Shouta climbed out of bed, feeling the full weight of his bladder as he walked out of his bedroom and into the upstairs bathroom, thankfully unoccupied. Closing the door, he lifted up the toilet seat and pulled down the front of his jammie pants. He then took aim and relaxed his holding muscles. A trickle of tinkle soon came out of him and arced into the toilet, making a satisfying splashing noise that could be heard outside the bathroom. Seeing that his aim was spot-on, Shouta looked straight ahead and breathed out in contentment. It seemed like he had outgrown his bed-wetting just like his mom said he would. He didn’t have to worry about anyone else finding out, especially not Lucoa. With that in mind, Shouta’s mind remained at ease as his morning pee slowly came to an end, bringing his hips forward to compensate for his weakening stream. A slight shiver ran through him while he forced out the last few spurts and shook out any remaining drops. In all, his pee took maybe twenty seconds, which he found a little odd. He normally went for a good deal longer in the mornings. Perhaps he hadn’t had as much to drink yesterday as he thought. Shouta shrugged and flushed the toilet, sending the yellowed water off to who knows where. He had bigger things to focus on today. “Good morning, Shouta!” Two of those bigger things were right in front of him. “L-L-Lucoa!?” Shouta jumped back at the dragon lady next to him. “How are you feeling this morning?” she asked with a smile. “H-h-how long have you been standing there!?” Lucoa put a finger to her chin. “Hmm, about shortly after you came in. Why do you ask?” “You did? B-but that means…” Shouta’s eyes grew big as saucers as it dawned on him. “Shouta, are you okay?” Lucoa turned her head. “Aaaaaaaah!” Faster than even a divine dragon could imagine, Shouta ran between Lucoa’s legs and out the bathroom door. The whole house was then filled with the sound of him screaming “The succubus is watching me pee!” All the while, Lucoa stood there with a puzzled look. She had followed the human custom of waiting until somebody was finished relieving themselves before speaking to them. Why he still got upset was simply beyond her. But as she stood there, another thought crossed her mind, and an important one at that. She turned around and leaned out the bathroom door, shouting as loud as Shouta did. “Shouta, don’t forget to wash your hands!”
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  1. When Mark awoke he was left with the memory of the night before and a now very wet bed. Jayne of course was nowhere to be seen. She had woken with the dawn chorus and just in time remembered that she was not in her own bed and resisted the temptation to dispose of her 'overnight' pee in the usual manner in the bed.

    Her urge to pee was as strong as ever so she quietly slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom where she drunk down four small glasses of water. Jayne quickly penned a 'J' decorated with some 'X's on to piece of notepaper, placing it on the bedside table before leaving.

    Savouring the stickiness of the cum that would be running down her legs for the next few hours Jayne was thankful that Mark had not used a condom, her skirt, now cold and clammy on her legs, reminding her of what fun a one night stand can be if it all goes to plan.

    As she waited for the lift the pressure in Jayne’s bladder increased, not because it was full but because it was getting used to being emptied regularly. When the lift arrived Jayne resisted the urge to fill the lift because the state of her skirt would be a dead giveaway to anyone getting in. Instead Jayne left the hotel and headed straight for the adjacent park.

    At five o'clock in the morning the park can be quite pleasant and better still she was almost certain to have it to herself. Jayne sat down on a bench, sat back, stretched and peed through her dress. It was nice to be able to enjoy the first morning pee for a change. So often Jayne was still almost asleep and just peed on autopilot but today she could enjoy the feeling as the warmth flowed over her clitoris and pooled around her bottom before flowing out through the still damp silk, running between the slats of the bench and splattering in a puddle on the hard ground below.

    Jayne savoured the musky aroma for a few minutes as her warm pee steamed around her in the cool morning air before again she set off for home.

    As she walked along the almost deserted streets she held her head up high and smiled at the milkman, postman and assorted other early morning trades, completely aware of the state of her now drying dress which gave the impression of having been slept in. With the unmistakable greenish concentric pee stained patches on the back of her skirt it made her proud to be a feminine anarchist.

    When Jayne returned home her neighbour Jean was getting the milk in.

    "Good night then last night?" Enquired Jean who had seen Jayne arrive home in this unkempt condition too many times now to remember.

    "Very satisfying Jean, yes very nice indeed." Replied Jayne stopping to talk as she let out a steady stream which flowed gently down her left leg and into her left shoe accompanied by a hissing sound.

    Jean looked down to Jayne’s feet and saw the puddle appearing on the pavement but made no comment, this was not unusual but seeing Jayne perform such a brazen act of urination still made Jean’s juices flow even though her strict upbringing made her unwilling to act on it.

    As Jean’s eyes again made contact with Jayne, Jayne winked and exclaimed. "Ahhh, that feels good, such relief." As she turned to go inside, knowing that it would play on Jean’s mind that she must be missing out on something.

    Once inside Jayne went upstairs pondering how long it would be before Jean became a convert to feminine anarchy.

    In her room Jayne checked the clock and confirmed that it was still too early to go to work. She filled four large glasses with water and took them over to the settee on a tray.

    Jayne sat down and turned on the television to watch the remainder of the 05:30 breakfast news and slowly drank down the water letting the occasional spurt out as she drunk, inspired by the sticky substances still oozing out of her fanny.

    The news finished and Jayne took her empty tray of glasses over to the sink before sitting on the now dry bed to take off her shoes. Jayne stood up and removed her still damp dress and naked again she put her dress in the linen basket and went over to the wardrobe. Today was a nice warm day so Jayne chose a white flared mini skirt with large pleats, short white bra-top and a pair of white high heeled sandals.

    Jayne stepped into the skirt, pulled it up and fastened the zip, pulled on the bra top and again sat on the bottom of her bed as she put on her shoes pausing briefly between the left and right shoes to empty her bladder.

    Back into her normal routine Jayne had her breakfast and made her way to the bus stop. Today she was first at the bus stop but did not pee straight away, instead waiting for Sharron to arrive and Savouring the still increasing sticky sensation that was tingling her inner thighs right down to her knees.

    In due course Sharron arrived. Sharron was wearing a smart black suit with a knee length skirt and court shoes and was clearly much better prepared for a wetting than normal although the weather was not suited to wearing black.

    Jayne stood facing Sharron, with her legs tight together and her left knee bent slightly forward she gently opened the valve. This was the first time that Sharron had actually seen Jayne pee at the bus stop and she was quite intrigued to see the pee cascading down Jayne’s legs and over her shoes.

    Sharron had only peed either sitting down or standing with her legs apart allowing a stream to fall unimpeded between her feet. Sharron had already pre-empted the inevitable wetting that she would do at the bus stop and had spurted three times into her knickers even before she left home. Sharron was definitely in the mood to thoroughly wet herself but how?

    Sharron had just expected to stand with her legs apart and pee on the ground but Jayne did it differently, why did she let the pee run down her legs like that, it wasn't necessary. Sharron’s only memory of pee running down her legs was wetting herself when she was younger, the dread as the pee ran down her legs as she held her legs tight together with her hand wedged firmly in her crotch trying to stem the flow.

    Jayne was smiling so she must be enjoying the sensation. It could do no harm to try so Sharron stood facing Jayne, Jayne’s flow still continuing.

    With her legs tight together Sharron began to pee, a single spurt at first just moistening her knickers again before the flow started properly, first down her left leg running behind her knee then down both legs quickly filling her shoes.

    "Morning Sharron." Said Jayne, her gentle flow continuing to trickle down her legs.

    "Good morning Jayne, It does feel good to just let the pee run down my legs, the way it caresses my thighs, ooooooh! It didn't feel like that before when I wet myself by accident." Said Sharron.

    "It does feel good, that’s why more and more women are giving up using toilets for peeing, there's just no point in messing about going to the loo just to miss out on such wonderful sensations." Replied Jayne as her flow began to subside.

    "however do you stop people seeing your wet knickers with a skirt that short?" Enquired Sharron.

    Jayne reached down to the hem of her pleated mini skirt and lifted it up to show Sharron that she did not wear anything under her skirt to cover her abundant bush.

    "It's easy." Said Jayne. "If you don't wear knickers no-one will see them wet, if someone gets a glimpse up my skirt they might think that I am wearing black knickers or a G-string unless I want them to see that I am bare."

    Sharron was dumfounded, she always wore much longer skirts and was constantly aware that she was inadvertently flashing her invariably white knickers all the time. It was something else to try, but she would have to forego the constant stimulation that her damp gusset gave her, perhaps it would be compensated for by the increased number of opportunities that would be available to her if she did not have to worry about wet knickers.

    Sharron began to count the number of times that she had wanted to wet herself but had declined because wet knickers would have caused a problem. At least today she was wearing her black suit; in this heat she would be glad of the constant dampness in her skirt to keep her cool.

    The End

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    Edward and Mustang….

    No matter how you put it, the situation never tended to turn out. Perhaps though with Hughes to keep them occupied with pictures of his daughter they would at least be distracted enough to be civil.

    “Hey Edward look! I think I may have found someone shorter then you!” Mustang exclaimed happily while pointing at a picture of Elisa. He received a halfhearted glare from Hughes.

    Then again maybe not… Riza sighed and glanced over at the state alchemist in question. She was fully prepared for him to start his little rant but then…. He didn’t respond. This worried Riza so she did the first thing he woman’s instincts told her to do.

    “Hey Edward are you feeling ok?” Riza inquired. Ed seemed a little tense, scared even. That wasn’t an emotion you saw on Edward’s face period.

    “Fine” Edward said shortly. He was staring out the train compartment window while the scenery passed in a colorful blur. Seemingly trying to get whatever was on his mind off his mind.

    At this point Hughes and Riza were defiantly concerned. Mustang seemed nothing more than a little annoyed at his lack of response but stayed quiet sensing the tension in the room.

    Edward was at a loss. He was unsure of what to do in his predicament. He desperately wanted Al to be here with him but Mustang insisted that it was better he go alone. Al would know what to do.

    Ed was oblivious to the stares that were fixed on him as he continued to think up solutions to his ever more pressing issue. He was only twelve dammit but he refused to ask because if he did he would be acting like a child not a soldier. Soldiers didn’t have accidents. Soldiers held it until they were allowed to go.

    Right at that moment Mustang stood and walked over to the door of the compartment. “I’m going to get some coffee.” Mustang announced “Does anybody else want some?”

    The Cornel glanced around the compartment receiving nods from Riza, Hughes and a reluctant nod from the evermore desperate Fullmetal alchemist.

    The door to the compartment slid shut with a click.

    “Ok Ed, spill it. What’s the matter with you?” Hughes said. His arms were crossed and his voice demanding.

    “Nothing I’m fine!” Edward’s tone was snappish as he talked with his superior. It was at that moment Riza decided to step in.

    “Major Elric! There is no reason for that kind of attitude. We all know you have something on your mind why won’t you just tell us?” Riza asked.

    “I already told you I’m…” The train suddenly hit a bump causing Edward to softly gasp and squeeze his crotch with his human hand. A blush crept onto his face because both Riza and Maes Hughes realized then what the matter was.

    Hughes spoke first.

    “Ed why didn’t you tell us you needed the bathroom before we left the station?”

    Riza glared pointedly at Edward patiently waiting for his response. Edward’s face went slack and he paled. The compartment floor suddenly became very interesting.

    Hughes crossed his arms and raised his eyebrows urging the young prodigy for his answer. Edward raised his eyes to look at the two adults across from him and began.

    “I was too embarrassed… I was afraid it would make me seem childish. And if I seemed childish then the military would take back my certification and then I wouldn’t be able to get Al’s body back and and….” At this point Ed was beginning to panic and his breathing was becoming erratic which did little for his already overly full bladder.

    “Edward! Eddy! Calm down its ok.” Riza immediately jumped into action to soothe the young boy.

    The compartment door clicked marking the entrance of the highly confused Roy Mustang.

    “Fullmetal are you ok?” Roy was now concerned. What the heck had happened while he was getting coffee?

    Roy placed the four cups on the small table by the door and walked over to Edward who out of the blue regained all of his composure.

    “You heard me the first time Mustang. I said I was fine.” Ed snarled at his superior officer. In a desperate attempt to try and regain any of the pride he had left.

    “No you’re not and I know it. You should never lie to a superior officer Elric.” Mustang growled.

    Edward shrunk under the scrutinizing gaze of Mustang. His cheeks flushed and he winced as he felt a strong twinge in his bladder.

    “Tell me Edward, what could have possibly made you feel the need to lie to me.” Mustang crossed his arms and knitted his eyebrows at the young alchemist.

    Edward gasped suddenly as his overextended bladder decided it would be a good idea to answer for him. The audible hiss of the young alchemists pee escaping its binds was shocking to everyone in the compartment even Edward.

    “No….” Edward whined it protest trying to stop the flow of urine drenching his jeans. Mustang’s eyes were glued to the darkening jeans of the protégée. Two minutes later the Fullmetal alchemist finished his wet much to the shock of his older colleges. His boots were full of piss and the red carpet was drenched from the seat to the floor of the compartment. Edward shivered at the overwhelming relief.

    “Never hold it that long again Edward.” Mustang said wide eyed and slightly disturbed at the small boy’s capacity.

    Riza and Hughes were dumbstruck. They had never seen a soldier wet themselves before least of all Edward.

    The train pulled to a stop and Edward groaned. He pulled off his boots to empty them of his piss and dumped them out onto the compartment floor all the while saying. “We are to never speak of this again”

    Together Edward, Riza, Roy and Hughes made the walk of shame through the terminal while everyone gazed at the little alchemist’s accident.

    From that day forward Edward always wore leather pants because he knew if he ever had an accident again at least it wouldn’t show too bad.

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    When Dani first started working for Starlight Media and Imaging Distribution she wasn't sure how this particular job would work out. Fresh out of college with a liberal arts degree, marketing and public relations were as far off her radar as possible. You see, Dani was going to be an editor for a major publishing company.

    The thought of becoming the next great author's editor gave Dani life during those ridiculous all nighters in undergrad. She would have a wonderfully spacious upper floor office, pungent with the smell of well turned pages. There upon her desk would be the life's work of some unfound author desperately praying for the yes she would offer. Yeap, she was going to do amazing things!

    Unfortunately, reality has a way of waylaying the most stalwart of individuals and Dani couldn't find a teaching post let alone an editorial position. So she did what any girl in her position would do. She had her father pull strings to get her a job. The tiny cubical would have to suffice until she found her true life's work.

    Dani sat down at her desk after coming from her lunch break. She had spent her 45 minute break with a couple of her girlfriends at a quaint soup and salad bar close to her job. The three friends hadn't seen each other in such a long time and played catching up the majority of the time. Dani barely had enough time to eat and she surely had forgotten to use the ladies room. Just as she was rising from her desk to ease the slight twinge in her bladder, her boss, Timothy Blanche, called her in to his office.

    Mr. Timothy Blanche, the C.E.O and founder of Starlight Media and Imaging Distribution was a very austere and sometimes clinical man. He saw life in black and white. Grey tones and color palates only existed in the promotional pamphlets he distributed for his clients. In his mind, one either did a good job or a bad one and because a good job was always expected, one incapable of competence, no longer worked for Timothy Blanch. As terrible as he sounds, he wasn't quite that bad and his employees respected Mr. Blanche immensely. In spite of his strict and structured office environment, he was always fair minded and was sure to show his thanks for the hard work in the form of a yearly Christmas bonus.

    As Dani made her way through the intricate labyrinth of cubicals, her fellow employees looked after her in silent confusion for Dani was one of Mr. Blanches bests.

    Dani sat in perplex silence and Mr. Blanche regarded her with steal grey unwavering eyes. "Dani, we have a problem.", Mr. Blanche said gravely.

    Dani shifted uncomfortably in her set. "What's wrong Mr. Blanche?", Dani asked.

    "Alexia Flanary has taken ill and will not be able to attend the Franklin Media and Imaging Corporate Conference in Vega. We've decided to send you. The flight leaves in an hour and a half.", Mr. Blanche deadpaned.

    As Mr. Blanche proceeded to explain that because the flight was leaving so soon, Dani would receive a corporate credit card to purchase all her necessities, Dani's head spun. She had never been to Vegas, neither had she ridden a plane and she was about to take one first class no less!

    Mr. Blanche's eyes softened for a fraction a moment, as he spoke, "Dani, you're a wonderful employee. I wasn't sure when I hired you. You are extremely young, but you've proven me wrong. I expect you to handle yourself appropriately; however, I do want you to enjoy yourself."

    With a bright smile across her face, Dani promised she would do her best. And at that, Dani was hustled from Mr. Blanche's office to a waiting car below.

    Dani had settled down into the luxurious leather seats of the car speeding toward the airport, when her bladder began a small incessant reminder that a bathroom visit would be in order soon. Dani acknowledged the reminder, but was confident that she would have time to use the ladies room before the flight left.

    Oh how wrong she was. As soon, as the car breaked, Dani hurtled out of the car and was herded through the lines of the check stations. Mr. Blanche had had the foresight to call ahead to ask for a delay of the flight - much to the frustration and disgust of the pilot - however, this still did not prevent Dani from having to go through searches. By the time she had gone through the proper TSA protocol, the flight had been delayed 40 minutes.

    While being raced through the terminal in an airport cart by a TSA agent, Dani eyed a restroom.

    "Sir, let me stop by the ladies room. I'll be very quick.", Dani beseeched.

    "Absolutely, not! You've already delayed the flight 40 minutes Ma'am.", the TSA agent replied curtly.

    Upon seeing the devastated look on Dani's face, the agent lightened his tone and said empathetically, "Once the plane had leveled, you can use the washroom on board the plane."

    Dani, nodded curtly and squeezed her thighs together. She wasn't in danger of wetting herself right then, but she had to find a restroom soon or things would not be good.

    Finally, Dani made it to the plane and found her seat. A few of the passengers, not happy at being delayed, made faces and a few grumbles could be heard, but Dani didn't care, she on her way to Vegas!

    The flight attendants positioned them selves for easy viewing of the passengers and began their safety demonstrations. As Dani watched and memorized where the emergency exits were, she began to wonder if she would make it to the restroom. Back tracking her last liquid intakes versus her last visit to the bathroom, she hadn't been to the ladies room since 8:00 am and it was 1:00 pm! Two cups of coffee, one bottle of water, and more water at lunch had compiled and it was threatening to evacuate.

    Dani began to think, there was no way she hadn't been to the bathroom since this morning. But as she went over her day, she recalled she had opted to not have a mid-morning break so she could have more time at lunch. Since that was her usual time to visit the ladies room, she had missed out. She and her girlfriends had spent the entire time talking so none of them had visited the ladies room. She had attempted to go to the ladies room but was waylaid by the impromptu meeting with Mr. Blanche. From there, she had been swept away to the plane. She literally, hadn't been to the restroom in over five hours! Thank goodness the flight was leveling off, Dani thought. Now if only the seat belt sign would go off, she grumbled to herself.

    Moments later, the light dinged off and Dani unbuckled her belt and began to make her way to the washroom. About midway down the aisle, the plane hit a pocket of turbulence causing the plane to bump and shake violently. The unexpected movement caused Dani to loose footing. Managing to barely keep herself upright, a squirt of warm pee escaped into her grey bikini panties. An involuntary gasp escaped Dani and she attempted to forge ahead to the washroom.

    She would not pee herself! She would not pee herself! She repeated to herself. A few feet from the washroom, Dani could almost image the relief, but just as she was about to step toward the door a flight attendant stopped her.

    "Ma'am could you please return to your seat. The captain has turned on the fasten seat belt sign."

    Dani, almost screamed! Just as Dani was about to open her mouth to express her dire need the captain came over the intercom and said that for the rest of the flight the passengers would have to remain seated. He had received word from the control tower that turbulence was expected for the remaining 30 minutes of the flight.

    In a daze, Dani slowly made her way back to her seat. She couldn't believe this! She should have forced the issue and just explained that she needed to go, but what good was it now? She had already sat down.

    Flipping through the inflight magazine, Dani clutched her thighs together. Slightly concerned she would wet the back of her blue skirt with the wet spot in her now slightly damp panties, she sat on top of one of her feet. Pressing the heel of her foot into her over worked pee hole helped a lot, so she finished the magazine and was overjoyed when the captain came over the loud speaker to note that they were landing.

    Because she was in first class, she knew she would be able to leave first. So once the plane had been attached to the landing dock, Dani popped up from her seat and immediately sat back down. Wave after wave of pee had descended down onto her pee hole and had threatened to escape. She barely had controlled it, squirting into her panties again at the quick movement. Clutching her thighs together and pressing her left leg into her other leg, Dani managed to grab her purse from the upper hutch. Walking briskly with a slight twist to accommodate her now clutched thighs, Dani walked off the plane and found that Mr. Blanche had asked for a car to pick her up straight from the airport landing strip.

    Unable to believe her luck or misfortune, Dani slid into the dark and silent back interior of the car. Almost immediately, Dani grabbed her throbbing pee hole and pushed in with everything she had. She had begun to leak and her panties were soaked through. Trying to salvage her skirt, she hiked the blue flair skirt up around her waist and pressed deeper into her withering vagina. Steadily squirming, she wondered how in the world she had managed to do this to herself.

    The drive to the hotel was only five minutes, but to Dani, it seemed a lifetime. Once the car stopped, Dani slowly edged out of the car and walked with bent knees and hunched back to a waiting bellman. She knew she looked like she was close to wetting herself and was thoroughly ashamed. Tears began to stream down Dani's face as another squirt of pee escaped from her crossed legs. Seeing what was obvious a woman very desperate for the bathroom, the bellman escorted her around a back corridor to the service elevators.

    Understanding that the bellman was trying to save her the humiliation of having to walk through the busy lobby of the hotel, Dani gave up all pretense and raised her skirt so she could grab and hold her steady leaking vagina.

    The bellman trying to be discrete and not watch the obviously struggling woman, couldn't help himself. Her plight was vastly becoming a problem for him to prevent from showing through his form fitting dress slacks.

    Exiting the elevator first and leading her to her room literally just around the corner from the elevator, the bellman walked in front of Dani and began to lead her into her room but not before she noticed the large bulge in the front of his pants. Was he enjoying this? She wondered as several rivers of pee snaked there way down Dani's legs. Dani struggled a little more more for effect but there was nothing for it, she was peeing.

    Pee gushed from her sopping wet vagina and puddled around her yellow baby doll shoes. Closing her eyes and feeling the orgasmic relief, Dani began to move slow deliberate circles around her engorged clitoris. Faster and faster until short breathy gasps were involuntarily coming from her, Dani massaged her clit through her now dark grey panties. Completely forgetting about the bellman, Dani collapsed to her knees into the large puddle of pee as her first orgasms racked her body.

    Coming down from her orgasmic high, Dani belatedly remembered the bellman. Dani slowly opened her eyes to find the bellman with his eyes closed with his hand clutched around his unfurled penis, pumping for all his worth.

    Pulling her panties down her legs, she began to walk toward the bellman.

    What happens in Vegas, right? Dani thought as she knelt in front of the bellman....

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    I originally posted this story at another board that I am a member at. I know this is a story focusing on a male but the board that is to do with males peeing. I shall post the link to the site. Sorry for the censoring but at the board that this story was orginally posted it needed to have it. Hope people enjoy it.

    James was studying hard for is end of term exams which were the next day at 11am. He was so engrossed in his studying that he hadn't realised the time (it was 4am). So he thought he better get some sleep.

    The sun was shining and James woke up and turned over to look at his bedside clock, and saw it said 10:30am. He thought crap didn't I set my alarm? He got up threw some clothes on (Jeans and a T-shirt since it was hot outside), grabbed his rucksack, an apple and some water then ran out of his apartment.

    On his way to the university he was thinking he wished he had peed before he left the house since he was already needing to go (he didnt' have time to have his morning pee). He thought he would have time to pee before going into his exam. Whilst walking/running to his university he had forgotton that there was construction work on 10th Avenue (the route he usually took) so had to go down 11th. He arrived at the university at 10:50am and knew he wouldn't have time to use the bathroom. He went up to the exam hall registered then found heis place and sat down.

    The exam began at 11am and was scheduled to finish at 1pm. James started the exam and forgot about his need to pee until he heard the invigulator say you have 1 hour left. He then felt twinges in his bladder reminding him that he still needed to pee. James though it's fine I can go after the exam has finished. 1pm came and the exam was over. He was glad since the urge to pee was getting more intense. During the exam James had finished his water (500ml) since he didnt wan't to get dehydrated.

    He was exiting the exam hall and saw Emma waiting outside for him. Emma asked 'where would you like to go for lunch?' (He had forgotton he had agreed to meet Emma for lunch). James said to Emma 'I don't mind but first I have to pee.' Emma replied and said I am really hungry go at where we have lunch.' James groaned and reluctently said 'ok.' They both decided to go to Subway for lunch. As they were walking his urge to pee was getting desperate but thought I am ok I will make it. 10 minutes passed by and his urge to pee was getting really desperate. He had been chatting to Emma about how the exam was then went quiet. Emma asked if he was ok, James hissed 'I am f***ing dying to pee and not sure how much longer I can hold it.' Since it was so public there was no where he could pee. He was grabbing his d*ck desperately trying not to wet himself. He carried on walking then suddenly stopped as pee spurted into his jeans so he grabbed his d*ck again to try and stop it. He somehow managed to stop himself from completely peeing. But there was a golf ball sized wet spot on his jeans. James knew that he wouldn't make it much longer. So started walking faster hoping he would be able to make it. Then the dam broke and he just started peeing full force no matter how hard he tried to stop he couldn't. He peed for what seemed like ages but in reality was only like 1 minute. His jeans were completely soaked. Emma saw this then gave him a hug and whispered in his ear ' that was so hot'. They decided that they couldn't go to subway for lunch so went back to James's apartment for lunch. But when they got there they just both had hard s*x since they were both so turned on.

    -The end-

    I am still new at writing stories so I am sure the will be room for improvement but I hope everyone enjoyed it. icon_biggrin.gif

  2. It tasted so good. It was like a sweet nectar to a bee. Not only was he easy on the eyes, with his well-toned and muscular body, he knew how to please a girl.

    Nikki paused from her drinking, “Jason...” she whispered.

    “Ah... oh my...” he stuttered.

    “You are the hottest, most exotic man I have seen in a long time. And I thank you for spending the night with me.”

    Jason’s began to lift his arm. He grabbed the girl’s bare shoulder with all the strength he could muster.

    Nikki grinned, “I’ve had a lot of fun tonight. You’re good in bed!” She took his hand off her shoulder and placed it back down. Gently, and erotically, she moved off the left side of his neck, and began kissing him on the right. Her hands moved across his chest, and over his shoulders. His flesh, so smooth... she began to lick him, letting the sensations tickle her tongue with each stroke.

    Then her pleasured grin turned. Two sharp fangs showed themselves, and Nikki bit into the man’s neck again, piercing that carotid artery. Warm blood flowed into her mouth like from a water fountain. Every last drop she could get, she sucked out of the man. A few staggered breaths came out of him, and then all those finely honed muscles went limp, and Nikki let the lifeless body fall onto the bed.

    She looked up to the ceiling, licking her lips and smiling evilly, and sighed in contentment. “That waitress wasn’t kidding when she said you were ‘delicious,’ Jason.” Nikki’s fangs glimmered in the moonlight, dripping with fresh blood. “Shouldn’t get in bed with kids though. That’s just creepy.”

    She hopped off of his hips and onto the floor. It was a sick game she played with men. Seducing them into falling in love with a twelve year-old girl, luring them into bed and then feeding on them relentlessly. She was a predator, and they were the prey. On top of getting horny from time to time, what else was a vampire girl supposed to do?

    She grabbed her panties off of the bed and took one last look at her “lover.” If only for a second, Nikki felt her heart sink, as she looked into the eyes of the man; the eyes that stared into nothing. Was it pity? After almost two centuries of hunting people, could she suddenly be feeling remorse?

    “Nah.” Nikki shook her head. “I’m going to use your shower, Jason, you got my chest all messy.” The remote pang of regret vanished as quickly as it came. The slender red-head girl turned back around into the bathroom and shut the door.

    ____

    Nikki stared up into the stars as she sat against the building. Her thoughts filled again with the same emotions from Jason’s apartment. Why was she feeling this way? It was the same thing every day! How come this time was so different? Nikki began hitting her head with her palm.

    “Come on! Get ahold of yourself!” she whispered.

    Faces began to race through her mind. Jason was there... and... James, Caden, Brianna, Josh, Mike, Angela... Jessica. Every single one a victim of her hedonistic lifestyle. Every single one dead because she thought her happiness was the only thing that mattered.

    Why go on like this? To cause suffering on such a scale? This wasn’t life, and Nikki knew it. As a silvery team began to roll down her cheek, she smashed the titanium wall behind her with her fist, leaving a small dent. She slowly sank to the ground, and buried her face in her hands.

    “What? Check it out, man! Look at 'dis lil’ chick!”

    Nikki looked up to see two teens in dark clothing standing over her.

    “Not bad looking for a girl your age!” the one on the left said.

    “Yeah, you should come home with us!” the right one added.

    Nikki raised an eyebrow. Her emotions in a maelstrom of chaos, she was in no mood to indulge a few pedophiles. She rose to her feet, her fists and jaw clenched, her eyes filled with fire, “I’m going to give you one chance to leave...” she growled.

    The two boys laughed. “You’re scarin’ us? Girl, look.” The right one pulled out a 15 cm switchblade, and he grinned and patted his chest.

    “That’s it!” Nikki yelled. Before anyone could react, Nikki had already kicked the left one in the shin. A loud, spine-shivering snap echoed through the street as the teen feel to the ground, clutching his inverted leg and screaming in pain. His counterpart regained his senses, and lunged at Nikki with his blade. Like catching a ball, she grabbed his wrist as it came her way, twisted it in a full three-sixty, and delivered an open-palmed uppercut square to his jaw. Another snap! sounded, the teen flew backwards and crashed into the ground, his head angled in way a human head shouldn’t be.

    Nikki glared at the other one, her crimson eyes pulsating with anger. The boy was filled with fear, his pants soaked around the groin. As fast as he could, he crawled away from the angered vampire.

    “I’ve seen enough death for one day...” Nikki mumbled, and she let her adversary escape. She looked over at the body of the one she killed and sighed loudly. “I gotta pee...”

    ____

    “Is this a joke!?” She yelled. Every door on the block was outfitted with one of those new “Super Mag locks.” When she got to last door on the block, Nikki didn’t care who saw. She summoned as much of her strength as she could, and delivered a swift kick to the center of the door.

    Nothing more than a dent.

    Nikki howled in frustration and grabbed her crotch. “Please have an open door, I’ve been holding it all night!” She squeezed herself and looked around frivolously. The sky and clouds were quickly going from dark blue to a subtle pink. Sunrise was imminent. Yet, no one was around still. Quickly, the girl unbuttoned her jeans and proceeded to slide them down her legs. She squatted down and began to let go...

    “Whoa! What are you doing!?” A voice sounded behind her.

    “Oh, sh-!” Nikki rose and pulled her pants up just as she peed. A good sized spurt spilled into her pants and created a long wet spot.

    “What the hell!?” The man behind her asked.

    “Nothing!”

    The man was just about to confront her, but he blinked. And that was all it took. Within the split second that he closed and open his eyes, the red-haired girl was gone.

    Nikki dashed at top speed down the street, feeling herself leak more every few steps. “God, if you’re out there, cut me some damn slack!” She reached the end of the street when the sun finally peaked over the green hill tops. Nikki screamed in agony as her skin began to burn, white puffs of smoke filled the air around her. On instinct, she shot over to her right like a plasma bolt and crashed through the door there, tripping, and rolling across the floor. She quickly got up and looked around. “Flop house.” she stated.

    “Welcome to the Hearthill motel!” a mechanical voice said behind her. Nikki turned to see a one-and-a-half meter tall automaton. “How may I assist you today?”

    Nikki raised an eyebrow. “Uh... your door busted.”

    “Thank you for informing me! I will let my superiors know at once! Is there anything else I-”

    “Bathroom. Now.”

    “On the second floor, third hallway, to your right.”

    Nikki tried a speed burst, but the sun had sapped her strength. It was harder now more than ever to hold it, it was like she was carrying a lead ball in her bladder. She ran up the stairs and made her way to the women’s bathroom. She hit the button but the door did not open. A little panel on it read, “occupied.”

    Nikki’s eyes widened in fury. She banged on the door. “Out now! I’m gonna pee myself!”

    “I’m almost done! Wait!” a woman’s voice came from the other side.

    Nikki put her head on the door as she held her crotch tightly. “I’m not waiting, get out now or I’ll eat you!”

    “What!?”

    Nikki squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth. Her bladder muscles had failed, and only sheer will was keeping her urine at bay.

    “Rrrreeeaaaarrrggghhh!!!!” Nikki began to sweat. “Out.... nowwwwww....”

    “Wait!!”

    “FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!!!” Nikki yelled.

    It began with a small spurt. Then a large spurt, then a rapid flurry of spurts, followed by a full on stream. Nikki tried to get things under control but her body wouldn’t obey. Spraying noises could be heard from inside her pants as the seat of her jeans began to darken, with the dark spots expanding downward against her legs. Fluid began dripping from the edges of her pants’ legs, creating a quickly growing puddle under her.

    Nikki glared up at the ceiling as she peed in her clothing. “Fine. I suppose I deserve it after today.”

    The door to the bathroom finally opened, and the woman gasped as she stepped in the urine puddle. “Oh my! You... you just peed all over the floor!!”

    Nikki grabbed the woman by the collar of her shirt and pulled it down to her face. She looked the woman straight in the eye. “Give. Me. Your. Pants. Now.”

  3. Alex shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably, keeping his eyes on the hills surrounding the eastern guard tower. Behind him, he could hear Azores doing the same. Their job was to keep their eyes on the barren, albeit hilly, plains surrounding the city of Xandra.

    But of course! You have not heard of Xandra before, have you? Alas, the tales of Alex, Mona, Azores and Icezom have long been lost in the abyss of forgotten stories. In that case, where should I begin...?

    Many long years ago, a certain man, King Gratien Draiocht, sought to expand his empire to those of the ancient species of Michegal. The elves, dwarves, draegonae, goblins, orcs and trolls, were all in danger due to his greed. He created massive armies whose sole purpose was to wipe out the majority of these species, and take leadership of their respective domains.

    Now, the King never had the best relationships with these species, but there were some people in the kingdom that did. The magii — mages, magic-users — had much better relationships with the other species. This was due in no small part to the fact that the magii weren’t as easily accepted by the general population, thus they had a basis of common interests: to be accepted.

    And thus, the magii were quite opposed to this regime. Draiocht, of course, was irritated by this, and did the only thing he knew how to do. He waged war upon the magii.

    Battles were fought, and the magii prevailed. Luckily for them, ageing wasn’t as acute a problem as it was for Draiocht’s forces. You see, the magic in a mage’s blood slowed the process of ageing. The more a mage uses magic, the longer they live, up to a maximum of about fifteen hundred years, of course.

    The irony of it all is that Draiocht himself is a mage. His near immortality erases all doubt of it.

    Now, Yanli Bepeic is the leader of the resistance. Under his command are Icezom Kamin, Eslam Dionite, and Mona Socreates. Under Mona Socreates stands Alex Jayson. Alex is one of the most powerful magii the world has seen in an age. But we’ll come to that later.

    “What’s our time?” Alex heard Azores mutter.

    Alex glanced at the moon, just having risen over the western horizon.

    “’Tis not even one bell past sunset,” he replied, shifting his weight again.

    “Ugh. What a perfect situation we find ourselves in; am I right?” The werewolf asked him.

    “No kidding,” Alex muttered. Ah yes, I forgot to mention, Azores can see the tenor of a person’s thoughts. It helps in diplomatic envoys, and helps him know when someone is keeping something secret. Not all wolves can, mind, though each have their strong points.

    This situation that Azores mentioned – see, as a watcher in the guard towers, you cannot stray from your post for even the smallest amount of time. Especially not in a city the size of Xandra. This makes for some interesting circumstances, such as this one. The lack of any ‘facilities’ in the guard towers is troubling. At least, to those who forget about their shift and do not think to make use of an available privy before their time.

    So found Alex and Azores in the tower barely two bells into their shift. I should probably mention also, that the term ‘bell’ is derived from every fifteen degrees the sun or moon moves after it parts the horizon. It’s an archaic form of measuring time, but used often in cities for keeping the passage of time for the guards’ shifts.

    This being their first time as tower guards, they had not known of the strict rules of the tower until it was too late. So as they kept watch over their sectors, they also kept hold over their bladders. Now you see why Alex has been fidgeting? Well, not to say that Azores hasn’t been either, but I only mentioned that in passing.

    Two bells passed, and the situation hadn’t gotten any better. It had, however, gotten worse, as things like that tend to do. In his corner, Azores was growling to himself softly, his eyes still on his sector, and the remainder of him shuffling around restlessly.

    Alex, meanwhile, had found a place where he could lean against the wall, and still see his entire sector. So there he stood, legs crossed, relentlessly shifting positions, bright aqua eyes sweeping the western horizon. It wasn’t long before he gave a sharp intake of breath and moaned quietly.

    “A-Azores?”

    “Mhm?”

    “What’s our time now, do you know?”

    “Three bells in, almost, and three left to endure,” he replied, shuffling his feet uncomfortably before bursting out “I hate being in a human body! Hate it! This body is weak! Even the most basic things are pain—aah!” Azores scrunched up his face, doubling over, and clenching his fists at the knees of his winter clothing. “Painful,” he finished quietly.

    Alex stared. Not only was Azores admitting weakness, but over a reason as small as this?

    “We’re in the same situation, Azores. Don’t worry about it,” Alex said, walking over, his legs pressed together tightly.

    And so, more time passed, with both Alex and Azores showing their ever-increasing signs of desperation. Alex bounced in place, clenching his fists, and longing to grab his crotch, but no! Not in front of Azores! Speaking of whom, Azores had shifted from Alex’s line of sight, resting his back upon the glass wall of the massive yellow lamp in the center of the tower. It was a lot hotter then he’d like, but it wasn’t painfully so. So there he stood, one leg crossed over the other, and being out of sight of Alex, and in a relatively quiet, hidden place, he was able to tightly grip the front of his royal-blue guard’s uniform when he felt he had no other choice.

    Finally, just as Mona Socreates had predicted, something happened. In the east, Azores’ side of the tower, lights began to pop up. From whence they came, with a sharper ear, the whinnying of horses and the steady pounding of many hooves could be heard. Riders, cloaked in black, disguised in the night, were converging upon Xandra.

    Draiocht’s forces had come.

    “Alex!” Azores shouted, turning quickly toward him, only to find him bent double, his clenched fists on his thighs. He payed it no heed. “Alert our forces, they come from the east, sheathed in the night!”

    Alex snapped straight, his predicament forgotten in his concern for his brethren. “Aye! Make ready our armour and swords! I shall be back quickly!”

    With that, he jumped for the stairs and started down, two at a time. The jouncing reawakened his need however, and he bit his lip, finally grabbing himself. He could not slow!

    The floor Alex had been on was one hundred feet up, eighty-four stairs, spiralling to the ground below. Alex covered these in less than a minute. When he got to the bottom, he leaned against the wall, counting his breaths, until he regained complete control. After seven breaths, he took his hand off his crotch again, and burst from the tower, sprinting towards the east barracks.

    “They come from the east! Cloaked in the night!” Alex shouted as he shot through the doors of the barracks. “Draiocht’s forces have come!”

    The room was silent for a split second before Mona Socreates, dressed in her white robes, shouted out “Make ready the defences! Man the towers! Prepare for battle!”

    “Alex,” she quickly said, turning towards him. “Get back to the tower, get your equipment, and return here as quickly as you can. Drag Azores along with you, if you will,” she then turned, and started shouting orders to the rest of the forces, but Alex had already ran from the barracks.

    Back at the tower, Azores had laid Alex’s armour on the table, and transformed into his taller, stronger werewolf form. At that, he donned his own armour, and strapped his sword to himself. His bladder was no longer a problem, in this form.

    Alex sprinted back through the door as Azores put on his helmet, and immediately started pulling his armour on. “Mona needs us out there; she will send more up to relieve us here.”

    Ironic word to use. “Aye. When you’re ready, we head to the barracks.”

    “Alex, Azores! Quickly, you’re with me. I need all of my best fighters on the battlefield,” Mona shouted to them, waving them over to her place at the gates, with the majority of the city’s forces. “We meet them head on, and drive them back towards the river.”

    “Aye,” Alex said, feeling the familiar and welcome coldness of his own power take control of his mind and body.

    With that, the gates opened, and the forces rushed through, onto the plains before Xandra. Draiocht’s forces could now be clearly seen marching forward, their numbers high in the thousands. The front lines were riders, the ranks behind mere swordsmen, and in the back were their rangers.

    Mona murmured something incoherent, and the bows of her archers glowed a bright purple colour.

    “Archers! FIRE!” She barked, raising her staff.

    As one, four hundred arrows sprang from their owners bows, and showered down over the front lines of the enemy, just as they began to speed up. Even from here, Mona’s forces could see many of the riders fall from their mounts, their horses rearing back and faltering as they stumbled over the bodies of their masters. The remaining hundred riders only redoubled their speed and pressed on.

    “Archers! Take aim and remove those remaining from my sight!” Mona shouted.

    And they did. The riders, one hundred strong (or thereabouts) fell, and their horses were scared off. The rest of Draiocht’s forces marched relentlessly towards the smaller resistance force, but even outnumbered, the resistance knew that they were making a horrid mistake.

    For at this moment, as the last of the riders fell, Yanli Bepeic and the rest of the Xandra magii had appeared behind the force from Draiocht, and immediately started pushing them towards the rest.

    “Archers, fire at will! Magii, swordsmen, FORWARD! Drive these bastards to the river!” came the call from Mona. As one, the resistance drew their swords and yelled.

    Alex drew the sword from his right side, and held it diagonally towards the ground to his left. Then, with the rest of the forces, he ran forwards, casting a shield charm in front of him as he did, to protect from arrows.

    Draiocht’s forces panicked, and took the only exit they had, just as Mona had predicted. Some of them surrendered on the spot, and were stunned by Bepeic’s magii. The rest retreated towards the river, some running pell-mell towards the water.

    Mona’s forces were faster, and crashed into the ranks of swordsmen with wild abandon, slashing the enemies down and firing enchanted arrows to the ranks further back. But Draiocht’s forces weren’t completely useless, either. With skill that could only have been orders issued by a captain, Mona’s forces were pushed before them to the river. From behind, Bepeic’s force still fought, bright lights flashing and reflecting off of shields and swords being deflected by other swords. Alex’s bladder throbbed painfully in warning, as he registered the sound of the river, growing louder, millions of gallons of water flowing by every second. A thin stream of pee was released into Alex’s pants, against his will, and before he could stop it. For three seconds, it flowed, before Alex was able to stop it, feeling the wetness on the front of his pants, the size of a goblet.

    Alex started and held his dwarf-make faradain metal sword at the ready as one of the larger men of the King came towards him, swinging his two-handed sword wildly. Alex caught it, and pushed the giant sword back, but in a moment of unbalance, the larger man kicked him down.

    With a cry, Alex fell backwards down the hill, onto the beach at the inner meander of the river. Dazed, his head in the sand, and the loud rush of the river in his ears, he felt warmth spreading through his pants. Quickly, with his unarmed hand, he gripped his crotch as hard as he could and managed to stop the flow, just as the large man came to him again.

    “That’s right, let yourself go,” he laughed, leering at the desperate mage. With a roar, he raised his sword again, and began to swing in for the killing blow. With a cry, Alex flipped back on his hands, and onto his feet, as the sword crashed to the sand where he had been only milliseconds before. At that, Alex brought his own sword in, and slashed a deep gash in the man’s chest. He growled, and dragged his own sword up out of the sand.

    Alex’s bladder burned horribly now, and his already damp pants egged him to continue. He couldn’t do anything to help him hold it now, though; with the giant of a man baring his teeth at him, standing in the darkening sand, his own blood trailing its way down his torso and dripping to the ground.

    Again, Alex stepped in, too fast for the man to react to, and slashed a gash perpendicular to the other. Slipping around his back, as the man growled loudly, trying to turn to face him, Alex delivered his own killing blow. His sword sang oddly in the air as he stabbed, the blade sinking like a hot knife in butter into the man’s back.

    With a gurgling noise, he fell to the sand, and Alex pulled his sword back out. That was the end of it for his bladder, though.

    With a quiet, but ever-increasing hiss, his bladder released itself. The crotch of Alex’s royal-blue pants darkened, and trails of pee snaked their way down the legs, into the sand, and down towards the river. His hard-as-stone bladder began to loosen, and relief flooded his mind. There he stood, leaning on his sword, gasping breaths as he wet his pants. For nearly a minute, the warmth flowed from him, before it slacked off, and trickled to a stop.

    Alex squeezed his eyes shut shamefully, before barely audibly whispering “Tepido sico.” His pants quickly dried, and warmed up, and Alex stepped out of the puddle he’d created.

    But he couldn’t stay—he still had a job to do. With a hiss of annoyance, he sprinted back up the slope—only to nearly be bowled over by Draiocht’s forces coming that way. He brought his sword to the ready, just as the forces reached him.

    Azores swung his broad, double sided axe again, and beheaded another of Draiocht’s troops. Push them towards the river, she’d said. And that he’d do.

    With a roar, turning many heads in both armies, he began rushing Draiocht’s main force. Few froze in fear—most of them simply turned and fled. Those who remained were either stunned, or killed outright by the resistance force. A hundred meters in front of him, Azores saw Alex crest the slope before the river and ready his sword. With a quick blink of his eyes, Azores teleported, reappearing just behind Alex, and readying his own weapon.

    Mona saw Draiocht’s force halt at the sight of the werewolf and mage in front of the river. They had no escape now. She smiled widely. They had victory.

    Back in the city, there was minor celebration, and Alex and Azores were praised for their tactics in the heat of battle. After two bells in the large tavern in the center of the city, Alex and Azores excused themselves from the throng to go for a walk.

    After they were out of sight of the tavern, Alex noticed that Azores was still in his werewolf form. “Why haven’t you changed back?”

    “Most comfortable in this form,” he shrugged. “I almost never go human, so I’m not surprised that I forgot.”

    “Well change back, you being a foot taller than me is disconcerting.”

    Azores sighed, and closed his eyes. With a shifting of bones, and a significant amount of shrinking, Azores returned to his human form.

    “There, are you ha—” he started, before suddenly crying out in severe pain, and bending double, both hands flying to his crotch.

    Alex’s eyes widened as he discerned a quiet hiss coming from Azores. He watched in amazement—and interest—as Azores’ pants darkened at the crotch, and his pee trailed down his legs, where it pooled in an ever-expanding puddle on the flagstones below. Azores’ face turned scarlet with embarrassment as the puddle reached Alex’s feet, but Alex didn’t move. After more than a minute and a half, the hiss disappeared, and the only sound was the steady drip, drip of Azores’ pants.

    “Christ,” Alex whispered. “You weren’t kidding when you said that your wolf body was stronger than your human one.”

    “Damn right,” Azores said weakly, before sighing, and sinking to the ground, against a wall, dejected.

    “Don’t feel bad, Azores,” Alex said quietly, “At least yours was in private. And not on the battlefield.”

    “You wet yourself?” Azores asked, looking at Alex, surprised.

    “Damn right,” he echoed, kneeling down. “I never got to go at all. And think this, you lasted a helluva lot longer than me.”

    “Well,” Azores replied speculatively, “I was in a different body...if you want to test that theory, I hear the ale here is good.”

    And so this is where our story must end! But mind, this is not the whole story. There are more battles to be had, and more yet that have already been experienced. Enough lore of these adventures to fill many books! Perhaps, at some point in the future, you will see one of these books, and then remember the story of the Battle of Xandra, or as Alex was apt to call it, The Battle of Bad Timing.

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    Cho sighed.

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    "Yes, isn't it?"

    "Don't worry. I have something that should quiet his rumors, and if necessary, I'll teach all his classmates to repeat such lies."

    "Good," Fudge whispered.

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    Cho nodded with her face blushing.

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  4. Nanami departed the bus after nearly a thirty minute ride and followed nearly ten students including her three classmates from junior high school to Higashi High School for the entrance examination. The tension among the group of students kept their lips sealed as they walked down the busy Tokyou streets towards the school.

    They entered the gate that was a good distance from the entrance of the building, some bikes parked just inside the gate. Spread about the front of the school was the ground that they used for training in PE, and behind the school were two specialized buildings and the swimming pool that was normally used in the summer.

    Nanami found her name on a board telling her what classroom to report to for her test, and she had to run up to the fourth floor of five and find room 4-J to sit with several others like her. The teacher took a green identification card from her as she came through the door, and he directed her to the seat she was to occupy for the test.

    The waiting was the most nerve wracking. The waiting was like the silence in a movie just before a great storm or the climax where the monster appears behing the main character. Nanami's mind was frantacally trying to remember math formulas, English vocabulary, Science facts, History names and dates, and Kanji (Japanese advanced symbols for words). She was so busy in her head that she missed the schedule on the blackboard at the front of the room.

    9:00 to 9:50 Math test

    9:55 to 10:45 English test

    10:50 to 11:40 Science test

    11:45 to 12:30 History test

    12:40 to 1:30 lunch

    1:35 to 2:25 Japanese test

    2:30 Dismissal.

    All she could concentrate on, was what she wanted to remember for the tests, and then the class teacher went to the front of the room.

    "Of course, no one will be permitted to leave their seats during the exam unless there is a very good reason, so before we start the math test, I suggest that anyone that hasn't used the toilet yet go and take care of that."

    Nanami had not heard his instruction as she was still concentrating on the formulas, difficult English structures, names and dates, and Kanji symbols that she had just previously studied. Why couldn't they spread these tests over a couple of days so she could concentrate on studying just a few things at a time? It was so hard keeping it all straight, and Higashi was such a high level of school, she was sure that only the top few students would be chosen to go there.

    Then, before she could actually take a chance to go, the students were asked to hurry into the room, and the teacher started to pass back the testing booklets.

    "You will open your test packet when I say go, and you will put down your pencil when I call time. Anyone not following the rules will have the last ten questions they had answered marked incomplete. Do you understand? Even if you are in the middle of an answer, you will put down your pencil as soon as you are asked, or you will risk the last ten answers."

    Nanami nodded that she understood and waited until the precise time that she was allowed to open her packet. There was one odd desk empty in the room, and the testing packet for that missing person had been placed on that desk. Someone had not made it to class, and they would likely not be allowed to take the test. That was what they were warned of. Anyone coming late would not be allowed to take the tests.

    The first three periods went by without much fuss, and Nanami felt good about the answers she had given for those tests. Now, she had to take the history test just before lunch, and this made her breath easier. History wasn't necessarily easier, but if she had done this well so far, she was sure that history wouldn't be much of a problem. That was, however, just as the packets were being handed back.

    In the last three breaks, as well as before starting, Nanami had not felt any need to go. She was still feeling quite relaxed and only bothered by the task at hand.

    Fifteen minutes into the test, however, Nanami was soon feeling a different feeling.

    "Hm... I haven't been to the bathroom all morning. No wonder I have to go," she thought. "Still, I can wait until lunch-- I think."

    Around her, all the students' heads were bent over and hands were writing furiously to get as much into each answer as was possible. Due to the high level of testing, these tests had been all essay type except for math which still had not provided any multiple guesses for the students to guess between. Actually, only English had any multiple choice questions, and that was because it was the only way they could really test listening as far as Nanami knew.

    "This is so typical," she mentally scolded her body. "You would pick now to want to pee. You'll just have to wait."

    She read the next question.

    15. In your own words, explain the turning point of 1615 and it's effect on Japan:

    "Was this really necessary to know as an adult?" Nanami sighed to herself. "Of course it was the change of the Shogun to Ieyasu Tokugawa which was decided through a final battle of that same year. But what did that really mean for Japan?" she wondered.

    "I don't think they even teach this in junior high," she told herself as she gave up on the question skipping it for an easier one. "Who cares if it was Tokugawa or Minamoto?"

    Now, time was closing in on her as the minute hand read 12:10. She had just twenty more minutes to finish the test, and her bladder rejoiced at the limited time left. It still barely felt the fullness, but it was just as happy as it really didn't want to wait for several hours as had happened on occasion.

    "And the last question," Nanami looked the paper over. "This test was probably the worst, but only because I don't see how these events are important to me. I wish they made history more relevant when they asked questions."

    The clock was reading 12:25, just five minutes left when she finished her test.

    "Pencils down," the teacher called and everyone as one dropped their pencils. "You may go to the cafeteria and eat your lunches. Don't forget, you must be back in your desk at one thirty so we may continue with the last test at one thirty-five."

    The students nodded and started to get up.

    Nanami looked towards her classmates that she knew, and they all silently nodded in agreement that they were going to have lunch together. First, of course, she had to run to the toilets. She walked out of the room quickly towards the bathroom closest, but there was already a crowd of girls waiting to go in there. She sighed as she waited.

  5. Warning Tags:

    Omorashi themes - Female desperation and wetting, bed wetting.

    Sexual themes - Girl on girl Master/slave punishment, bondage, girl on girl oral sex, finger stimulation, expression of sexual satisfaction, female ejaculation.

    Urolagnia themes - being peed on and drinking pee.

    My eyes opened slowly to a bright light in the middle of the room, causing me to squint before I could fully adjust to their fluorescent beams. My eyesight still blurry from having just woken up, I couldn’t make out the small figure standing next to my bed. I tried to pull my arms up to my face to rub my eyes but my attempts failed as an unknown force was holding them down.

    “…ungh…? Wha…?” I wearily muttered as my eyesight and conscience slowly normalized. I momentarily forgot about the other figure in the room and looked over myself, wondering why I was unable to move. I quickly began panicking as I became aware of the source of my limited mobility; I was tied to the bed with ropes, one on each of my wrists and ankles. I flailed my limbs around as fast as could in a desperate attempt at freeing myself from captivity. Realizing that I was bested by the tightly knotted strength of the ropes I screamed out only for my voice to be muffled by a strip of thick cloth that was tied around my head and covering my mouth.

    “No one can hear you, and you won’t be able to get out of these ropes.” A familiar voice exclaimed as I quickly looked up at the girl standing next to me. It was Kagamin, standing with a stern look on her face and dressed in a red cammy top, a short black skirt and heals. I stared at her with an inquisitive and worried look in my eyes, wondering if she was the one that put me in these ropes. Kagamin grinned and walked closer to where I was laying then leaned over my head, resting her hands upon her knees.

    “Promise me you won’t scream and I’ll take the cloth off and explain why you’re in this situation.” She said in a demanding tone. I nervously nodded my head in agreement as my heart pounded inside my chest at what felt like 100 beats a second. Kagamin smiled and reached her hands behind my head and untied the cloth’s knot. As I started to calm down, I noticed a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen that was telling me that I needed to pee as I always did when I woke up. It was manageable for now; however, I hoped I could get out of these ropes so I could go to the toilet after I found out what was going on. The cloth was removed from my head and I slowly opened my mouth, looking at Kagamin as she set the cloth on my bedside table.

    “What’s going on? Why am I tied up, Kagamin?” I nervously asked her as I continued to try and pull myself free. A determined look formed over her face as she spoke to me.

    “You’re being punished.” She relentlessly said and my heart sank. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this kind of treatment.

    “…Punished? But, why? What did I do?!” I anxiously asked her. I stopped my failing attempts at pulling the ropes off as it wasn’t helping my need to pee which has gotten a bit more urgent.

    “I can’t believe you don’t know what you did…” She said looking at me with a hint of shock. I stayed silent, oblivious to what she was referring to.

    “You’re telling me that you don’t remember causing the entire school to find out about what happened to me at ComiKet?” She sternly asked. I quickly remembered what she was talking about and became filled with remorse.

    “Now everyone knows that I had an accident. Can you imagine how mortified I was at that time? Now I’m constantly going to be reminded of it every day because of your blabber mouth!” She was now more upset than before. I swallowed and felt like my heart sank into my stomach. I never thought that this would have gotten around school like this.

    “I… I don’t know what to say… it slipped out and I didn’t think it would get around…” I apologetically said to her. I shifted my weight some as all this talk of pee was increasing my need. It was doubtful that Kagami would let me get up to use the bathroom after hearing what I did to her.

    “Well it did. And now you’re going to be punished for your carelessness.” She mercilessly said.

    “What do I have to do....?” I curiously asked, trying to get my mind off of my full bladder.

    “A better question would be: what am I going to do to you?” She said with a devilish smirk on her face.

    “I’ll do anything to make this up to you, but can I just go use the bathroom really quick?” I asked her, hoping she would let me go regardless of what happened to her.

    “So that’s why you’re all fidgety. Ha! You seriously think that after what you made me go through, that I’m going to just let you go pee in the toilet? Hell no! You’re going to just have to hold it.” I was disappointed in her answer but I reluctantly agreed and held my bladder muscles together.

    “Alright… what are you going to do, Kagamin?” I asked her again.

    “Nuh uh uh. You are to refer to me as ‘Mistress Kagami’. For the entire day, you shall be my little sex slave.”

    “Sex sla-”

    She quickly looked up to me with an angry stare in her eyes.

    “…Mistress Kagami… I didn’t know that… you were…”

    “What? Attracted to you? I’ve always had a crush on you since I can remember.” She happily said to me as she leaned over my torso, her hands scaled my small breasts over my light blue pajama top. I felt my heart beat faster than before as shivers ran down my spine when she touched me. A quiet moan escaped my vocals through my parted lips.

    “Mis... Mistress Kagami…” I quietly said. I’ve never been more humiliated in my life than I was right then. I wasn’t attracted to Mistress Kagami, much less to any girls at all; I was and have always been heterosexual so it came as a surprise to me that Kagami was attracted to me. My urge to pee remained at a constant need, although I could manage it for now, I was still afraid that I might have an accident in front of Mistress Kagami.

    “Just relax, slave” She said as she slowly started to unbutton my pajama top. I closed my eyes trying to hold back my tears of embarrassment as soft whimpers of discontent coming from me. I couldn’t do anything but lie there as the cool air hit my bare skin more and more after each button came unfastened and my top was opened, completely exposing my near-flat breasts. By now my need to pee had become more urgent than before and I was struggling to hold it all in without losing control. If only my legs were free I could shut them tight to subside my need, but there was no way of pulling my feet out from the tightly tied ropes.

    “You never did blossom that much did you, slave?” Mistress Kagami said, referring to my barely developed chest.

    “N... no... Mistress Kagami.” I sheepishly replied as I felt my face blush red, my voice cracking from the pressure in my bladder.

    “But I do have to admit…” She positioned herself so that she was now on the bed and straddling over me with her legs on either side of me.

    “They are pretty cute, those little pink nipples. They look so delicious!” She seductively said as she leaned her head down to my bare chest and put her mouth around my left nipple. As she licked it with her slick tongue, a strong shiver climbed down my spine and I almost lost control of my bladder.

    “Ahhhh…!” I cried out in ecstasy as I arched my back upwards. Mistress Kagami then began to suck on my nipple, causing an even stronger surge to go through my body. My bladder couldn’t take this and I accidentally let a short spurt of pee escape from its tightly shut opening and soak into my panties.

    “No! ...st… stop! Mistress Kag… ami! I… I can’t hold it!” I desperately cried out after feeling the warm sensation in my crotch. She didn’t stop, but instead bit down onto my nipple, placed her hand on my right breast and squeezed. An intense wave of pleasure coursed through me and I couldn’t help but allow my bladder’s muscles to retract, allowing a long stream of urine to pour out of my vaginal walls. My panties and the crotch of my pajama bottoms were immediately soaked with pee that saturated the bed under my butt.

    “MISTRESS KAGAMI, I’M GOING TO WET MYSELF!” I yelled out as I panicked and pulled muscles back as hard as I could, only to just barely gain back control of my bursting bladder. The pressure was too great to hold it in completely and I leaked out short spurts every couple of seconds as Mistress Kagami finally stopped sucking and looked up to me. I stared into her eyes with a look of desperation and humiliation stemming from the fact that I was going to have an accident any second if she didn’t let me up to use the bathroom.

    “P… please. Mistress Kagami. I… I can’t hold… it. I’m… going to lose it… any second.” I pleaded with her as tears crawled down my cheeks. She leaned back from my naked chest, looked down at my crotch and quietly gasped at the wet area of my pajamas and the bed then lightly touched the area with her hand before looking back to me with a grin. Another spurt leaked out into my already soddened panties and dampened her fingers.

    “Looks like you’re already wetting yourself, slave. How about we speed up the process a bit?” She flirtatiously said as she leaned back down onto me, her face inching close to mine until we were nose to nose. I felt her breath permeate over my face as she pressed her lips to mine and forcefully kissed me before placing her hand back on my breast. I dared not pull away, but completed the kiss, triggering another stream of pee to join the rest in my panties. I became mortified, knowing that there was no way I was going to hold it all in much longer and that I already had a wet spot on my clothes. Mistress Kagami parted her lips and her tongue pushed my lips open, allowing it to slide into my mouth, and slowly dance with my own tongue. Reluctantly, I proceeded to counter dance with hers and she let out a soft moan before placing her free hand upon my left knee. Her hand gradually ascended up my thigh to the top of my pajama bottoms and pushed its way down inside of them. It rested on the wet area between my legs over my tight opening and she rubbed her fingers over my wet panties, stimulating me through them. At that very moment, I let out a loud moan and parted from our kiss. Mistress Kagami looked into my eyes and smiled as she pulled aside my panties and pressed her fingers inside of me, eliciting a long torrent of pee to bust out and drip over her hand, but this time, there was no way I could hold back the flow anymore. My floodgates bursted open and all of my pee gushed out like a jet stream, completely drenching Mistress Kagami’s hand and soaking my panties, pajamas and the bed underneath me.

    “Oh my, slave. You weren’t kidding when you told me how badly you needed to pee!” She exclaimed as I felt my face go bright red with disgrace, completely mortified about emptying my bladder in front of Mistress Kagami.

    “I… I’m sorry… I just couldn’t hold it anymore!” I busted out into tears as I continued to urinate over her hand and flood the bed, her fingers still inside of me. She leaned down and kissed me softly then gazed into my eyes as she wiped the tears away. I stopped crying and connected my gaze with hers, suddenly feeling at ease with her company. She waited for my flow to come to a complete stop before she pulled her fingers out of my vagina and licked them clean.

    “Don’t worry. I’ll help you get cleaned up.” She looked at me and smiled before pulling herself up and scooting back a little.

    Mistress Kagami positioned herself so she was sitting on her legs between mine and placed both of her hands on the top of my pajamas then pulled them off of me slowly along with my white cotton panties. The clothes clung to my legs while they became inside-out and scrunched up just above my knees. The cool air felt like ice hitting my bare wet opening and the inside of my thighs. Normally, I'd be horrified that my lower half was now entirely exposed to her, but I somehow felt comfortable now almost as if I was developing feelings for Mistress Kagami. I looked up at her. Her purple hair flowed behind her shoulders except for a thin lock that sat over her left shoulder in front of her chest. She was so beautiful that I couldn't avert my eyes away from her slender body and didn't even realize what she was going to do as she leaned down, placed her face in between my legs and kissed my vagina as if they were lips. I gasped and twitched as her warm lips sent waves of pleasure all through my body. Soon after that, her lips were joined by her tongue and they both danced in harmony using my vagina as a dance floor, immediately filling me with a blissful felicity like I've never felt before in my eighteen-year-old life. I couldn't control my vocals as I let a powerful moan of satisfaction launch from my mouth, the sound permeating the room.

    “Oooh... Mistress Kagami. Don't stop...” Was the only words I could bare to part from my mouth as I lay on the bed in a state of euphoric rapture, unable to hold back soft moans from escaping. My eyes shut and I curled my toes when her tongue entered inside of my vagina and licked the inside walls of its chamber as she clamped down on the top of my thighs with her hands, her thumbs pressing on the skin around my opening. I let out a louder sound of sexual satisfaction as her tongue made it's way to my clitoris and wrapped itself around, pulling at it. I made fists with my hands, pulling at the bed posts with a strength that I never knew I had. In just a short time as Mistress Kagami was going down on me, I felt another urge to pee but I was in such heavenly pleasure that I didn't bother trying to hold it in but released it into her mouth in a steady stream. As I relieved my bladder, I reached my sexual climax and the new liquid mixed with the urine, flowing together.

    “Mmm...” was all she said as she kept her mouth over my vagina, letting the two liquids pour into her mouth as if she was drinking from a water fountain.

    “Oh shi-.... I couldn't hold it, Mistress Kagami!” I cried out, gasping for breath as I opened my eyes to see her drinking as much of my pee as she could, the rest dripping off of her face and soaking the bed below. After my flood came to a dripping halt, she pulled back a bit and swallowed the mix before licking her lips. She looked at me again and gave me a smile of satisfaction before she lifted herself up and scooted herself up to me.

    “Now, it's your turn to drink from my fountain, slave.” She seductively said, lifting up her skirt and exposing her entire bare pantieless mid-section to me. Her opening glistened from her womanly juices as I watched her straddle her legs over my face, her vagina hovering inches above my mouth. I leaned my head forward and she put two pillows behind it for support so I was now right up against her slit. My tongue exited it's home and pressed inside of Mistress Kagami, licking the walls of her sweet tasting chamber.

    “Ooh slave, keep going. That feels so good!” She moaned out in pleasure. I did what she said and closed my mouth over the opening and sucked on it softly as she let out another, more expressive moan from her vocals. Soon after, I felt her muscles inside her vagina relax and release a long torrent of pee into my mouth. The golden liquid filled me with a delightful taste as I swallowed it in full. She stemmed her flow just long enough for me to look up at her face as I licked my lips with satisfaction.

    “Your pee tastes so good, Mistress Kagami. I need more!” I begged to her. I knew now that I was very attracted to Kagami, as if I'd always been and never realized it before today.

    “It's all yours, slave.” She reassured me as she relaxed her muscles again and her pee continued to flow into my yearning mouth. I closed my mouth over her vagina after swallowing what I had and continued to suck on her as the pee filled my mouth again.

    “Mmmm, that's right, slave. Drink all of it.” She moaned out. I consumed every last bit of her urine, going down on her as it filled my mouth each time until her bladder was completely drained. I backed away and laid back on the pillows and she leaned down and kissed me softly.

    “I want you to make me cum, slave.” She said, her soft sweet voice played through my head like an beautiful song. Mistress Kagami put her hands on the rope tied to my right wrist and loosened the knot, freeing it from captivity then did the same to my other wrists and ankles.

    “Yes, Mistress Kagami.” I eagerly replied as I embraced her with my arms and turned her over so she was lying on her back before I bent down to her face and pressed my lips against hers, immediately entering her mouth with my tongue and forced her tongue into dance, prompting her to comply with it's orders and complete the kiss. I then slid my right hand up her smooth leg all the way to her still wet vagina and thrusted two of my fingers inside. Vigorously I began pushing my fingers in and out of her wet pussy.

    “Ohhh god, don't stop, don't stop, slave!” She cried out in ecstasy as she pulled away from the kiss. I quickened my fingers pace as she continued let moans of pleasure bellow from her vocals. I soon located Mistress Kagami's clitoris and violently rubbed it with my middle finger, my index finger rubbed the inner walls of her chamber.

    “That's it... keep going, slave. I... I'm going to cum...!” She yelled out, obviously about to orgasm. I pulled softly at her clit, stimulating the sensitive organ until she screamed out again followed by a warm thick liquid exiting from her vagina that poured over my fingers and onto my hand. My exhausted Mistress relaxed all of her muscles and laid back against the bed as she climaxed over my hand, gasping for breath. I smiled at her, consumed with joy that I brought her to orgasm

    “Oh, Mistress Kagami. I'm so happy.” I said to her, gazing into her eyes. She looked back into mine and at that moment, I know we both came to the same realization.

    “I... I love you, slave... Konata.” She said in a sincere tone of voice.

    “I love you too... Mistress Kagami.” I replied with the same amount of earnest passion that I felt from her. We kissed again and I laid down on her chest, resting next to her soft supple breasts and placed my right hand, still wet with her juices, upon her right breast. The dampness from my hand soaked into her cammy top as I laid there, thinking about what just happened and how our lives were now changed for the better. I couldn't be more happy that we came together like this. I looked up to Mistress Kagami and she was fast asleep. After pulling my wet clothes back up, I embraced her with my right arm and soon joined her in slumber; we slept though the night together. As one.

  6. Konota awoke sometime early in the morning to the blaring sound of her dads alarm clock and the blinding sun shining down on her from the cracks of the window blinds. Hesitantly, she rolled over and hit the alarms snooze button. Before she was even able to fall back asleep, the alarm went off again. Frustrated, she slowly forced herself up, knocking some covers to the floor as she did, then cut the alarm off. “Yawwwwwnnn!!!” she went, stretching her arms far up into the sky and arching her back a bit.

    After taking a moment to rub the sleep from her eyes, she heard someone rustling from behind her. She had almost forgotten the previous nights incident.. after having completely soiled her bed, she decided to spend the remainder of the night sleeping with her dad. The fact that she didn’t have another bed to sleep in and that she didn’t like sleeping on the couch made a good excuse for it, but she truthfully just wanted to sleep with her dad in case she had another nightmare. Something a toddler would normally do after having a bad dream, but being a high school student now, she’d never want to openly admit to it.

    Her dad was still fast asleep, despite the alarm going off twice now. Being that she was the one who caused him to loose sleep that night, she decided to leave him be and let him rest. She slowly stood up from the bed and let out one final stretch before heading out the room, being careful to shut the door behind her gently. Still in half a daze from waking up, she headed into the kitchen to fix her a small breakfast.

    As she threw a piece of bread into the toaster she swiftly grabbed a jug of orange juice from the fridge. She screwed the top off, filled her glass to the brim, then quickly chugged down the remainder of the juice from the bottle. “Ahhhh, that hits the spot~!” she exclaimed. After throwing the empty jug in the trash, she grabbed her fresh piece of toast as it popped up and spread a bit of butter on it.

    Taking a large bite, she quickly followed it by another chug of orange juice. She was already running a bit behind this morning from oversleeping, so she quickly tried to scarf down as much of her breakfast as she could, grabbed her backpack, then finally chugged down most of the remainder of the orange juice. Wasting no time, she quickly bolted out the door and almost slammed the door shut behind her by accident, then took off towards school.

    A few minutes passed, then a few more.. she was already cutting it very close to being late. She tried to take off in a sprint to make up time, but this just raised another problem for her. She had completely forgotten to make make her bathroom break this morning! It wasn’t really abnormal for her to forget though, she usually could just shrug it off and use the bathroom at school. But she knew she wouldn’t have time for a bathroom break now, and the urge to pee kept rising inside her.

    She decided to ignore it. It’s not like there was anything she could do about it now, and she was only a few minutes away from school. So she took off into a sprint again. Shortly thereafter, a really intense pressure caused her to almost immediately freeze in place.. followed by something really unexpected. Konata skidded to a halt and quickly wrapped her arms around her belly as the sharp pressure subsided.. but just before it did, she felt something wet and hot jetting into her panties briefly.

    “Eyahhh!” Konata shouted with a rather cute and obviously embarrassed expression on her face. This quickly caught the attention of a few passerby’s and she abruptly stopped in mid gasp as soon as she took notice. Once the attention shifted off the odd blue haired girl, Konata carefully snuck into a nearby alleyway to inspect the damage.

    She ducked behind the most secluded area she could find and, ensuring she was out of sight, cautiously lifted her skirt up to reveal a small yellow wet spot on her panties. “Uguuuu...” groaned Konata. As she let her skirt drop back down, she felt another intense pressure hit her. She let out another groan and doubled over slightly to avoid spurting into her panties again. She was amazingly desperate for it being so early in the morning.. but she knew she couldn’t make it all the way to school like this.

    Konata looked around nervously, unsure of what to do.. then another stronger wave hit her, this time her being only barely able to hold back as a small trickle leaked into her already damp panties. The way she saw it, she now had two choices.. piddle herself completely, or just give up and go here. Performing one last check to ensure no one could see her, she went to pull her skirt and panties down before being forced to freeze in place again.

    “Gahhhh..! I can’t.. hold it..!” stammered Konata in agony. Desperately, she stood back up and simply lifted her skirt up and, to the best of her ability, pulled her panties aside. Only a second later, she just let go.. and it took almost no time at all for the steady golden stream to just come pouring out of her. The trickle slowly picked up pace as it pattered onto the pavement bellow, making a very audible crackling noise as it did.

    Trying to prevent the stream from wetting her shoes or socks, she gently placed her fingers over her girlhood and made a halfhearted attempt to aim the stream as far away as she could. The stream arched a bit and picked up even more strength, causing a small puddle to form where she was aiming as the noise of her liquids hitting the concrete echoed throughout the alleyway.

    “Ahhhhhhhhhhhh....!!” moaned Konata, arching her back a bit with her face flushed red, feeling the sweet sensation of relief as the puddle steadily grew in size. This sensation felt.. amazing! She couldn’t explain it, but her entire body was quivering lightly from the pure pleasure of just releasing the massive flood that was inside her.

    But her blissful experience was interrupted by what sounded like footsteps nearby. Instantly going into panic mode, her body instinctively sealed the dam again before she could finish peeing. Without thinking, Konata quickly peered out from behind her, but no one was there. Was she hearing things? Once she was sure the stream had completely come to a stop, she dropped her skirt and carefully inspected the alleyway, but no one was there.

    “Stupid Konata..” she mumbled to herself. The urge to pee was completely gone now, but she was sure she still had a lot more in here just moments ago. But just to be sure, she quickly jogged back over to her hiding spot, checked to make sure the coast was clear (again), and tugged her skirt and panties down. Crouching to her knees, and tried to force her stream out. “Nnghh..!” she groaned.. but nothing came out. She tried once again.. but nothing.

    Letting out a frustrated sigh, she stood back up and admired her puddle. Despite not being able to finish.. she was amazed at how large of a puddle she managed to make. It had a golden tint and she could even see part of her reflection glistening in it.

    “Now there’s no way I’m making it to school on time” groaned Konata in a frustrated voice. Nonetheless, she quickly took off in a sprint again, as if nothing ever happened.

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