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

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

    It helped, at least, until the rain started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “Really?” Lillie laughed in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “What was that?” Moon asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “Wow, you too, huh?”

    She had not anticipated that line, however.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “Eep!”

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

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

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

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

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

    “Moon,” Lillie started.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “A problem?” asked Lillie.

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Little girl? Wait, what if…

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

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

    “You did? What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    “A-as ready as I’ll ever be.”

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

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

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

    “I guess so,” said Lillie.

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

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

    “Aah!”

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

    “It’s…” Moon whispered.

    “Moon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Wait, sunlight?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Meanwhile, on another end of the deck, Blaze was looking out at her side of the ocean. Tails built this whole boat, she realized. He's at least earned the right to pee off it in a dire emergency like this. Things were still quiet, a little surprising, Blaze figured he wouldn't waste even a second before relieving himself. She knew she'd have to wait, so she began studying the distance to pass the time, starting to cross her legs to cope with her own building pressure. If he's okay with it, I may need to use the side of the boat after him. Nothing else on the water and Tails was out of sight, so Blaze was effectively alone. Or I could do it now. I can hold it, but I'd rather do it sooner. Just in case there's something unexpected on the island. One more look to ensure she had privacy, when suddenly she saw the white of breaking water on the horizon, a lot of it, approaching fast. Too many to be Sonic, even if Johnny was with him, so the real bad guys were the only option. “Tails! Whisker's men are coming!”

    At that moment, Tails was just removing his hands, probably seconds away from peeing. Upon hearing Blaze calling to him, he froze, losing concentration for a brief moment and leaking a little more onto the ship floor, his bladder screaming at him to not stop there. Once again, he grabbed himself and crossed his legs together, probably harder than before. “Blaze...I really don't think I can hold it any longer! Can you please take care of them?!” It didn't even matter if the robots might see, Tails just needed to pee already.

    I'm so sorry, Tails. I know you need this. “I don't know how to use any of the weapons on the ship, and my fire can only hold them off so long!” She hesitated, she really didn't want to make Tails suffer any longer than he already had. “I guess...they're still a ways off, and I can take care of a few of them! Do whatever you can until then!”

    “N-no,” he shouted back. “It takes time to arm the weapons, too much time. I...I have to wait! Get inside the cabin!” Blaze didn't quite believe that Tails was willingly giving up maybe his only chance at a bathroom break, but if they needed to protect the ship, so be it. She boosted in, a shaking Tails following what seemed like an eternity later. “Okay, hit the big red button next to the wheel to get the weapons out.”

    Blaze looked back at Tails, who had his eyes shut tight as his hips swayed in the throes of probably the worst desperation she had ever seen. And he was the one guiding Blaze. It seemed a little pathetic on her part, but she followed the direction and slammed her palm on the button. It caused doors to open on the outer hull, and gun turrets and flamethrowers emerged, joining the cannons already on the deck. “How far are they, and how fast are they moving?”

    “Uh...” She turned to check the attackers, gaining but still with distance. “They're getting closer, but they're not here yet! And they're keeping a steady forward course!”

    “Real good description,” Tails grumbled. “If you can lead your shots well enough, use the rear cannons with the small blue button beneath the wheel. When the cannons are recharging or you need the speed, use the guns with the green button to its right. When they're right on our tails, use nothing but the flamethrowers with the red button, or your own fire! When the weapon's selected, use the screen on the left to select the side of the boat to fire from and tap to target the enemies and shoot!”

    He can't even see what's happening, and he's giving me instructions like an annoying manual. But she had to follow it, or their boat might be destroyed and they would have to swim back. Impending danger wasn't enough to get Blaze to lose focus, but Tails about to wet himself a few feet from her and her own aching bladder did not make an accurate combination, so she activated the turrets, which brought up a diagram of the Ocean Tornado on what looked like an orange game controller with a screen in the middle. She quickly tapped the rear, which brought up a camera feed of Whisker's forces approaching.

    Now it was time for battle. Just to try it, she tapped on the image of the closest enemy, and the turrets fired up and shot at it, blowing it up with only a few hits. Blaze was not expecting it to be so loud, she jumped at the ringing noise of a high-velocity bullet being ejected from a giant turret, it surprised and shocked her to the point she accidentally leaked a little bit into her panties. Uh-oh, I'm getting a little too close to having an accident. We need to wrap this up quick. Even though he must have expected the sound, she saw Tails jump too, and she could only imagine he had a similar secondary reaction.

    But she had to admit, shooting these guys was kind of fun. She tapped on the next one and the bullets fired once more, blowing up another robot. She braced herself for the sound this time and stayed still, but Tails still jolted, probably because he didn't have the current fortitude to handle such a loud noise. She couldn't confirm it, but she thought she saw the edges of his gloves' palms grow yellow. It wouldn't surprise her if that was the case.

    One after another, the invaders fell to the power of Tails' guns. Things weren't getting easier for the little fox, or Blaze for that matter, so she hurriedly took out almost all of them. These guys really don't know how to dodge, to get out of the way of everything I've fired. Thank you. The last one was almost upon them, but Blaze didn't feel like using any more bullets, she had a better idea. She turned away from the controls to look out the cabin's windows at the approaching enemy, raised her right hand, pressed her thumb against her index and middle fingers, and snapped. The final robot suddenly burst into flames, not an explosion like every one before, but combustion courtesy of Blaze's natural fire. The fight was won, Blaze let out a heavy breath, and pressed her hand against her tights. Finally... “Hey Tails, we got them! You're in the clear!

    He didn't respond, he stayed completely silent. That's not good. Actually, she realized, some of the water sound wasn't from the ocean, it was behind her, in the cabin. Like liquid hitting the wooden floor. That's bad. Really bad. “Uh, Tails?” She was pretty sure what she'd find, but she still turned to look at the kid, and found exactly what she expected; Tails, hunched over, eyes closed, hands digging into his crotch, urine as golden as rings soaking into his gloves, streaming between his fingers, running through the fur on his legs, making one big puddle beneath his shoes.

    “Oh.” That's all Blaze could say. In all honesty, their conversation and plan hadn't been going on for that long, probably no more than 10 minutes, but it felt like hours of hard work and strife was lost once Tails couldn't hold it any longer. Not that she blamed him, not in the slightest, but this was the reality. He wet himself.

    Even he didn't seem to believe it. He wasn't even acknowledging it, just standing in the same position as his pee, a testament to how bursting his bladder was, flooded out. But the sound, sight, and smell couldn't be ignored. Tails didn't even wait to finish before he started apologizing. “S-sorry, Blaze. I tried, really, but it wasn't enough.”

    “I believe you. I saw how hard it was for you to hold that, I'm actually impressed you made it that long. Sorry it had to be just not long enough.” Blaze had already dealt with another kid with a full bladder, so even if Cream made it without a full-out accident, she still had experience for sympathy. And Tails was still going strong, the splattering of new urine into the puddle loud and echoing. “Wow, you...really had to pee.”

    “Absolute limit,” he whispered. Like it was accentuating that limit, it started quieting down now, his urine finally running out after over a minute of a heavy waterfall between his legs. “Ahh...” His voice trailed off, he didn't look particularly happy, but he acknowledged the empty feeling, a good kind. “At least that feels way better.” He straightened his posture, putting his hands to his side, letting Blaze clearly see the damage done. His once-white gloves were now dyed yellow on the inside, still dripping just to the side of the puddle. His fur, his crotch and down his legs, was matted and stuck together, no discoloration from his natural hue but a lot of shine. Even the ankles of his shoes had plenty of yellow soaked into them.

    That part was over, at least, but they still had more to deal with. How are we going to explain this to Sonic when he gets back? Is there even a way to hide it? Inspiration struck the cat. “Tails, I've got another idea, and this one should work out better. We need to clean this up before Sonic comes back, and you too. You get in the water, wash all that off, I got the puddle. You built this thing fireproof, right?”

    “Uh, sure. I mean, the sun canopy would burn, but I definitely made the ship with flamethrowers fireproof.” Realization hit him, why Blaze would ask about that specification. “What are you planning to burn?”

    “I'm not burning anything, I can just use my fire to evaporate the puddle. Then you'll be clean and nothing on the ship will give it away. Well, except the smell, that'll only get worse.”

    Tails considered this, moving his hand to stroke his face in thought before realizing that would be a terrible idea. “Wait until I get out of the water, that way I can deal with the smell. Until then, I'll be swimming at the front of the Ocean Tornado, so you can do whatever you want back here for a few minutes.” He winked at Blaze.

    She got it, and she smiled that she was being given the courtesy. “Thanks. Watching you go was really not making it easier on me.” She crossed her legs and bounced once.

    “It's the least I could do after you tried to help me so much.” Blaze sidestepped out of the path of the door so Tails could leave, trying his best to limit the drops falling off his body as he jumped off the back of the boat into the water, swimming around the edge to the front.

    She watched him swim away, and when the front of the ship blocked him from view, Blaze stepped to the waist-high wall of the back deck. Tails gave me a distraction, but I still could really use this pee. She had better luck than Tails, nothing in sight as she reached up to her chest and pulled her tights down, dropping them to her ankles. Her bladder, realizing she was close to letting go, leaked a few more spurts into her panties, which were thankfully black and hid the few stains. She started rubbing her thighs together to relieve some pressure until she could drop her panties too. Undressed, she positioned her hands around her privates to give herself forward force, and finally started peeing.

    Phew...that feels good. It wasn't nearly the loud splattering Tails made, but the light tinkle sound as her steady release hit the ocean's surface was satisfying. Blaze sighed as the pressure on her bladder diminished. She didn't realize it earlier because of the comparison to Tails' pain, but she needed to go pretty bad, now was a good time to take care of it. She could have held it to the island, but it wouldn't have been comfortable, peeing off the side of the boat, as crude as it seemed, was the better option. At least she had privacy this time, instead of Cream watching her. And I didn't have to see Tails' penis, either. Seeing Cream's privates was a little awkward. Didn't turn out that bad, even for Tails.

    Nearly a minute later and her stream stopped, the few remaining drops falling into her panties at her feet. I have 8 years and holding practice on him, and I still couldn't compare to Tails. She winced as she imagined how much it must have hurt to hold that much, even for her. She pulled her panties up, tights followed, and all was well. Tails swam back just then, almost like he wax waiting for her to finish, and climbed back into the boat, even more soaking but cleaner.

    “You ready to clean this up,” Blaze asked. Tails nodded, and the two walked into the cabin, leaving the doorway open and standing in front of the puddle. Blaze snapped her finger and the puddle started steaming and evaporating, as she remembered too late to cover her nose. Tails had the correct amount of foresight, he closed his nostrils and stood on the side of the puddle opposite the door, facing away from both. As the room's heat increased, his twin tails spun (somehow not propelling him forward) and blew it all off the boat. With this system, it only took a few minutes without tools until all was better. Blaze's job finished first, but Tails stopped not long after, and both of them could only detect the faintest scent after uncovering their noses.

    Tails flashed a thumbs up, and Blaze noticed that propeller spin dried him off pretty well too. “Worked out pretty well, Blaze. No evidence left!” Well, my panties are still a little wet, but no one is looking at that. “Hey...thanks for all that help. I don't know what I would have done without it.”

    “Well, you probably would have taken the first opportunity you had if you were by yourself. But I'm a princess, it's my duty to help others, and you really needed it. Just...try not to ask for my assistance like this again.” The longer until I have to help someone else with a bathroom need again, the better.

    “Don't worry. The longer until I'm in a predicament like this again, the better.” He smiled, when his gaze went downwards. “You burned the floor, I'll have to fix that when we get back to Southern Island.”

    Blaze looked too, and sure enough, the part of the wood paneling that the puddle sat upon was now blackened and charred. “Hey, don't blame me! I only had to use it because of you!”

  3. Megumin was jealous. One of the lesser stated facets of being an adventurer was drinking alcoholic beverages with the guild after a successful quest, it was a social event of merriment and camaraderie. But the arch demon that was just as much a part of the victory as Kazuma, Aqua, or Darkness just had to be underage and couldn't partake in the party. Instead, she was sitting somberly at one of the tables while her team was having all the fun.

    Well, she didn't have to be alone in her loneliness, because here came the master of exclusion, fellow crimson demon Yunyun. "Alright Megumin, this is my chance! This is the time I finally beat you!"

    Yunyun's constant need for validation and her contrasting taste to the rest of their class made her an awkward sort that chased away anyone friendly, and even similar castoff Megumin didn't want to hang out with her. But Yunyun was carrying as many full mugs as she could carry, so there was an immediate, material benefit to humoring her. "Alright then, I accept your challenge." She patted one of the many empty spots on the bench as a gesture to join.

    The friendless mage was all too happy for the company, and she sat down with the biggest smile on her face, laying her armful of wooden steins on the table. Megumin wasted no time grabbing the closest one and chugging it down. "Good, you've got the idea down! Oh, don't worry, I got non-alcoholic drinks."

    Just as quickly as she picked it up, Megumin put the drink down with a look of disgust and severe disappointment. "So what do you want to beat me in this time?"

    "Whoever can drink more wins!" She had lost the lead, so Yunyun started drinking to catch up. Against her better judgment, Megumin grabbed her mug again and resumed, slowed to a sip. She had nothing else to do, might as well prove her superiority.

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    Yunyun was at her limit. Drinking a lot in rapid succession felt awful, her stomach was feeling sick halfway through her tenth mug. "I can't do anymore," she declared, face falling on the table in an exhausted daze.

    Megumin was barely doing better. She, too, was working on her tenth, seriously considering ending it now and letting Yunyun have a second victory over her. But, for better or worse, the mage was proud, she wouldn't lose when victory was nothing beyond a drink was in her way. "Here goes..." She hesitated, she looked displeased, but she forced that final bit of liquid down her throat, and collapsed in a similar way. "Yunyun, let's make a deal," she slurred, holding out a hand towards her competitor. "Never do a food-related challenge again."

    "Deal." They very weakly shook hands and resumed being mostly dead with nothing more than anguished groaning while everyone else was allowed to enjoy themselves. Some large amount of time passed, or maybe it just felt like an eternity, and Megumin somehow found the strength to stand up, having to hold her stomach to protect against any churning. "Where are you going," Yunyun asked with the bare minimum energy.

    "Gotta use the bathroom," she answered, not caring to hide her bodily functions. "Gonna need to before all this goes through me."

    She was initially allowed to continue, but processing that statement put a new shot of energy into Yunyun, though she still wouldn't stand. "Megumin! I have another challenge for you, and this time I'm going to win!"

    "What," Megumin asked, not even trying to hide her patience long-gone.

    "Holding contest! Whoever has to relieve themselves first loses!"

    She had no reason to agree. Megumin could very easily ignore her contest and take a leak like she had planned. She wouldn't even feel guilty about blowing Yunyun off. But her life was full of bad decisions, whether she would own up to them or not. "Fine, I'll kick your ass again."

    "Come on, Megumin," Kazuma called, suddenly a part of their activities. "It's late! We're going home, and we're leaving you behind if you don't come now!"

    "Oh..." Yunyun's head fell, depressed. "Never mind, then. I'll see you another time."

    What was this emotion Megumin was feeling looking at Yunyun? She felt...bad? Was it pity? Yeah, had to be pity. "This was going to be a long term challenge anyway, I don't intend to stop because midnight has fallen. I intend to ensure you don't try and cheat, claim you won this if it was never truly decided."

    "Can you speak normal, please," Yunyun asked.

    "I know you've got nothing better, so I invite you to our lair, so that we may continue this charade."

    Megumin may be going full chuuni, but the second-hand embarrassment could not hope to quell what was possibly the happiest moment in Yunyun's life. "You're inviting me to a slumber party?!"

    "Don't call it that."

    "Aaaahhhh! Yesyesyesyesyes!" She leapt out of her seat and hugged Megumin with all she had...when she was made to realize they still had a lot of fluid clogging up their systems. She backed away to allow them both to clutch their stomachs in sickened discomfort.

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    "Ungh..." The explosion mage was doing her best not to wake up, fall back asleep, but she just couldn't. Way too much in the liquids department, and she couldn't drain them in bed. Well, she could, but it was something to be avoided. "I gotta go real bad now." She sat up, taking very special care not to jostle anything inside, ready to rush to the bathroom before she couldn't manage.

    In a more upright position, with the moon's light shining in, only then was Megumin reminded she wasn't alone, with someone else sleeping next to her. "That's right, I've still got a contest to win! I can't give up now!" But she couldn't very well continue to hold, that hard feeling in her bladder made damn sure she knew she wasn't holding more.

    So how could she still come through victorious without putting in effort? Sabotage, obviously. So long as she wasn't the first to pee, she won by default, and she had the right persuasion for the job. Her arm shot out to punch her bedmate awake, she just didn't hit the intended target, as she was made aware of when she heard a cat yelp in pain. That was Chomusuke, making his pillow on Yunyun's pillows. Still, the cry was enough to wake the mage. "Woah, what's going on?" Surprisingly, the first thing she did was pat the blanket around her lap. "Good, it's dry."

    That was the last thing Megumin was expecting to hear, and she didn't like its implications. "Were...were you expecting to wet the bed?"

    Yunyun shrieked and jumped away, not being alone was a new feeling, she forgot. "N-no, I just have to go really bad, I was worried it might happen! I certainly don't wet the bed frequently!"

    Ignoring that bit of information she didn't need to know, this was an golden opportunity. Kazuma's luck must be rubbing off. "If you're that scared, go to the bathroom now. I don't want you pissing my bed!"

    "B-but you haven't gone yet. I don't want to lose now!"

    "If you're already worried about an accident, then I'm telling you now: you're not winning. I can wait a lot longer still." That might be the biggest lie she ever told, she had no doubt Yunyun had the advantage. She might have the older body, but her mind could still be manipulated.

    "T-then...can you come with me? I don't know where the bathroom is."

    Yawning, Megumin slid out from under the warm sheets. "Sure. Come on." Yunyun might be peeing first, but Megumin would be on that toilet right after.

    Holding hands, the two mages crept through the halls. Thankfully, one of them knew the layout from plenty of late-night potty runs, so they weren't bumping into walls and wasting time. With that kind of guidance, it took almost no time to reach the bathroom, though time was still in very limited supply. No prodding necessary, Yunyun grabbed the door handle, pulled, and achieved nothing. Pushing got her nowhere as well. "I-it won't open."

    It wasn't impossible, but Megumin didn't believe it either. "Is someone in there?" She put her ear to the door to listen for sounds of life, and she heard something: puking. That needed no introduction, and her patience for it was running thin. She began banging on the door, shouting, "Aqua, get out of there now! We gotta pee!"

    The goddess didn't respond right away, she needed a few more heaves for digestive stability. "I think...I think I'm almost done. Wait a little longer?"

    She didn't want to, but it's not like Megumin could argue. The door was locked, neither girl had thieving abilities, it wasn't going to open until Aqua was finished. She whined, but stood down with her legs together. Had to look inconspicuous, Yunyun was the polite type to let another girl go first if they needed it more.

    "Ohhhh, I really need to relieve myself," Yunyun panted out. Seeing as how this sleepover was spur of the moment, she was still in her day clothes, and lightly tugging on the front of her skirt. No doubt she could certainly use the toilet right about now, but if that's how desperate she was, Megumin would never have stood a chance in a fair fight. She was currently resisting the urge to grab her pajama pants hard for that bit of sweet relief it would provide.

    And she was really wishing she could do that dance now, because control was starting to slip. A little spurt found its way into the detonation demon's dark purple panties. It was only a tiny bit, barely noticeable once it had soaked in, but it was a bad omen. It would not be long before Megumin started wetting herself now. And still, she kept quiet, denying her instincts.

    The toilet flushed, running water an awful sound to both girls, but at least it meant their drunk goddess was done. The blue-haired priest stumbled out, Yunyun made a move for the door, but stopped and looked at her friend. "Are you sure I can go first?"

    "Yes, just go!" That may have sounded too urgent, but Yunyun didn't question it and ran in, having the time to spare to lock the door. "Phew, I'm good now." With no one to watch, Megumin grabbed her crotch hard and started dancing, leaning against the wall. "Just have to wait for her to finish, she can't hold that mu-" The sound of Yunyun emptying herself into the toilet drowned her out, a splashing of a drinking contest's worth of liquids forcing their way out, And damn, was it loud. "Crap...I may have made a horrible mistake." It'd only be a minute, but it'd be a torturous one.

    At least Yunyun was enjoying herself. So many drinks gone through her body, held uncomfortably, still able to be released in a proper place, that was a good feeling. Her black panties had made it through the ordeal completely dry, too, she was kind of worried about that. With nothing to fear, she started humming as she continued her tinkle.

    Forced to listen, Megumin was just about at her limit. Her bladder was already maxed out, and making room by trickling some out, bigger and bigger each time. Her underwear was drenched, so any further drippings found their way into the fabric of her red pants, or running down her inner legs to dampen lower. It was getting really visible, and would only get worse real soon. And Yunyun was still going strong, the math wasn't working out. With one fist balled between her thighs, the other banged on the wooden door, threatening to knock it off its hinges. "Yunyun, get out of there! I need it now!"

    "H-huh?! B-but I'm not done yet!"

    "Hold the rest in! I gotta pee this second!"

    Yunyun was panicking, she had never tried to stop the flow before its natural course had been run. But if Megumin was yelling at her, she had little choice, she needed to find a way to stop. Right leg went over her left, she squeezed them together to close the passage, grinding the pee to a halt. Sighing, she uncrossed them to stand up, allowing the stream to resume at its previous power. That hope spot of quiet had been latched onto, and its anchor was not pleased it had disappeared. "Stop! Get out!"

    She wasn't stopping prematurely, so there was only one way to hurry this up. "I'm sorry, Megumin!" She took a deep breath and forced the muscles in her abdomen, unleashing her remaining urine at a much faster pace. It was deafening, and Megumin was suffering. She continued banging on the door to no avail as Yunyun did her best to empty out. At least she had already released a decent chunk of her bladder, this was draining her in no time flat. It only took a few seconds to dry up, and she hastily wiped herself and pulled her underwear back up. At least she didn't waste time flushing as she unlocked the door.

    The instant the latch clicked, Megumin forced her way into the tiny room. She didn't even ask Yunyun to leave or wait for her to do so, her glistening pants and panties came down, she dropped onto the seat, and the torrent began. Granted, that power had nothing on the previous downpour, but for a smaller girl that was just letting go instead of putting effort in, it was impressive. Yunyun couldn't imagine herself ever matching that.

    She knew it was wrong to stare, that she should leave now, but Yunyun found herself mesmerized by her friend's lack of shame. This wasn't something she had ever seen before, and Megumin was giving quite the view. Even her legs were spread apart to fully expose her privates and the clear pee erupting from them, with someone looking and the door wide open. Not like she could complain at the moment, her voice being taken up by heavy panting and some moaning.

    Feeling very awkward about what she had witnessed, Yunyun tried to leave, slowly to not startle Megumin. By then, the initial good feeling of intense relief was fading, her breathing had steadied, and she was becoming more aware of what she had let be visible, squeaking and jamming her knees together to rectify that grave mistake. Still, she didn't care that much, at least Yunyun had the same parts. She was blushing, but she looked the other mage in the eye and declared, "I win again!"

  4. “Darling, I guarantee it! That fabric you bought would make excellent linings on a dress with this material!” The fashion designer Rarity was making a suggestion to her peer, Coco Pommel, as they waited for the elevator to arrive in the lobby of the Manehattan hotel. While Coco lived in the big city, Rarity was only around for a fashion expo, giving her the chance to meet up with her friend and colleague as they shared a room.

    The blue-haired designer was considering Rarity's advice, looking over some of her purchases in the large bag containing the various sewing materials she had bought, when the elevator dinged in front of them and the silver doors slid open. The girls entered the enclosed room, hit the floor number, and rested against the glass outer walls as it began ascending.

    Normally, the view over the city was a pretty sight to look at, especially around dusk like it was now, but not today. There were dark storm clouds blocking out all light in the sky, throwing gallons of rain down on the streets, occasionally breaking the patter of drops with a piercing crack of thunder. It would be followed by a flash of lightning, not that a city needed any help with illumination. Just looking out the window, Coco could clearly see anyone under the streetlights.

    For now, anyways. More lightning brightened the view, but instead of an all-encompassing flash as it had been before, this one was a single bolt, striking something in the distance. Coco was a little startled but mostly unaffected, until the lights of the city, the streetlights, the skyscraper windows, all began going out successively, from the point of impact towards their location in an almost rhythmic pattern.

    Right on the beat, the light in the elevator flickered out as the cabin ground to a halt. Rarity, who was tired from a day of work, didn't notice any of the events leading up to this misfortune and thus needed the rundown as she lit up her horn to see. “What happened to the power?”

    “Lightning strike,” Coco replied, pointing at the spot where the impact occurred. Not that it mattered, in the darkness, neither of them could see very far without city lights, even the moon was behind the storm clouds. “Which means we're stuck.” The elevator doors were shut, and they were between floors anyway. The panel of buttons was dull, so it didn't seem like the emergency button would do much good either. They were just going to have to wait it out.

    Rarity sighed. “Isn't that just how it always is? This only holds you up when you really need to hurry.”

    “Why do you need to hurry? We're done for the day.”

    “Oh, nothing you need to worry about, darling. It's just...I quite need a visit to the little ladies' room, that's all. I'm sure I'll be fine until the power's restored.” Coco couldn't see it, but Rarity's legs shifted in their places, a subtle sign that she did certainly need the bathroom, perhaps more than she let on through the confidence in her words.

    Coco was pretty surprised to hear Rarity make mention of that. She had always acted like such a proper and dignified lady, it just didn't seem like her to even admit she used the toilet. The bonds of friendship change a girl's attitude and embarrassments, it appears. She didn't mind a girl friend knowing.

    Actually, the mention of someone close by needing to relieve themselves awakened a need in Coco. A very similar need, in fact. A whole day of wandering around the convention center, keeping hydrated, with plenty to see and little time to break, it gave plenty of time for a bladder to fill. Especially combined with an expo geared towards mares meaning the lines to the women's rooms were always long, the two had only braved the wait once when it was necessary. Wouldn't you know that they had to wait again for the same end goal in the same day.

    Did Coco need to go that badly? Not especially, she'd really like a little potty break, but she'd manage for now. She'd just need to hope somepony would either repair the power or manually get them out before either of them hit that limit. Couldn't be that long.

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    An hour in darkness made the girls kinda tired, more so than they were already, and not helped by them playing with their phones to kill time. Rarity had since let it go dark again since they didn't really need to see. But they couldn't relax, not just because the elevator floors were hard and uncomfortable, but bad things would happen if they got too lad-back. Bad, wet things.

    At the moment, poor Miss Pommel was desperate and struggling. She was hunched over in the far corner with her knees up to her face, both hands gripping the soft fabric of her panties and parts below up her skirt. She wasn't quite on the verge of peeing herself just yet, but her bladder was very full already. She was already afraid that if she didn't provide the physical barricade, there may be an accident in her immediate future.

    Rarity's predicament was hardly better. She wouldn't grab herself quite so openly, but she was standing in an opposite corner with her legs just ever so slightly pressed together, rubbing each other up and down to ease a little pressure. Was it helping? Not especially, but there was a minor difference, and that was all the coaxing Rarity needed...since no one could see her.

    So long as the only witness was a friend of hers, Rarity was going to voice her frustrations. “What in the world is holding up those repairs? Some of us have things they can't afford to wait on!” The light sound of a heel tapping rapidly on the carpeted floor echoed in the enclosed chamber.

    Coco was a quiet girl, a holdover from her time as the assistant to the demanding Suri Polomare, so it was probable that Rarity hadn't even noticed her little squeaks of desperation. She could theoretically keep it secret until the power was restored...if that was time she had. “Um, Rarity...I'm not sure I can hold out long enough.”

    The Element of Generosity was not surprised to hear the younger designer's concern. “I understand, darling. Truth be told, I'm not feeling very confident either.” Her voiced wavered off, she definitely sounded nervous, if a little more composed. “But what can we do about it? We're trapped for who knows how much longer.”

    That was a good point, the two of them were in a pretty limiting situation, they really had nothing to work with. So if she wasn't going to wait and she didn't want to pee herself... “I think I may just have to...go.”

    “Hm? Yes, I need to...relieve myself as well. Isn't that what we were talking about?”

    “No no, I mean...I need to use the corner. I really don't think I have another option, it really hurts.”

    She heard Rarity gasp, but whether it was shock or disgust she didn't know. “Coco, dear, please reconsider. I know you're better than stooping to such an incredibly demeaning level, we just need to endure!”

    “I know, I don't want to do it, I would never do something like this in any other situation, but this is an emergency!” Still sitting, Coco's legs crossed together incredibly tight, her white coat stroking her thighs as they rubbed together and caused some real friction. Just talking about how close she was to losing it was making it a self-fulfilling prophecy, causing a couple little bits of pee to squirt into her panties.

    Without a doubt, Rarity was still very much against this idea, but she could tell, Coco was suffering. They had been in this elevator for over an hour with no signs of help, no lights appearing anywhere outside to indicate the power being restored, it didn't look like their luck would change any time soon. If her friend was being serious about her need, she didn't have much of a choice but to sympathize. “I suppose...if you absolutely need to, I shouldn't stop you. Just, please try to finish quickly, for my sake.”

    Rarity had always been nice to Coco, but it still felt really nice when it happened. “Thank you so much, Miss Rarity!” Not that she technically needed the permission, but if Rarity needed to pee too, she didn't want to torture her with the sound.

    Now she needed to get into position, and that was going to be hard. Her left hand flicked its fingers across her phone screen and activated the flashlight, temporarily blinding Rarity as it shone on her for a second, before the focus was changed to the nearest elevator corner, just so she knew where it was. The light went out as Coco slowly crawled to the edge, keeping her right hand squarely in its place between her thighs, stopping when the free hand she was holding in front of her felt the wall, so she was directly facing the angle, already squatting.

    This was basically the equivalent of being in the bathroom stall, given the extraneous circumstances, but she froze from lack of courage. Quite amazing that she got this far before worry got to her, but what a surprise, she didn't want to take her underwear off with the knowledge she was not the only one sharing this enclosed space. With her weight balancing on the front halves of her feet, she began bouncing as she tried to work up the fortitude to strip a little.

    “Come on, just pull them off and go,” she whispered to herself. “I have to pee so bad, I just have to take my panties off, and then I can empty, just do that much.” She tried to tug on the clothing, but she just couldn't bring herself to remove them, like there was a physical force keeping them on. Clearly she didn't have much need for modesty, she had no issue lifting her skirt up to expose what it covered, but that last step was just too much.

    Her bladder wasn't waiting a second longer. It had already been leaking up to this point, but all control was lost as she began positively gushing with a satisfying hiss, straight down her legs as it warmed them considerably. There was no going back from this. “Oh, forget it!” She spread her knees apart to clear the liquid's path as it continued to drench her underwear on its way down to the carpet, some soaking into the soft flooring while all the rest that couldn't be absorbed fast enough pooled on the impact spot and started making one loud splashing.

    She couldn't help it, Coco moaned at the immense relief she was feeling. Her poor bladder was near to bursting just a minute ago, and now all of its contents were being forcibly ejected...onto the floor, sure, but when a girl's gotta go, right? But no matter how loud she expressed her relief, there was no way it could possibly drown out the pee sound, more like the filling of a bathtub than an overfilled mare.

    Okay, it was really good for Coco, but she wasn't the only one trapped in here. Just because Rarity had given permission didn't mean she had thought through whether she'd survive it. The sound of splashing from a few yards away was making her bladder wild, as it pulsed and shuddered under the force it was holding. Its owner, who had been working so hard to keep her composure, was now forced to reach up her dress to hold herself, just in time to feel a little warm urine jet through her thin panties onto her hands. At least she knew the dark purple color would hide a stain, though the light dress over it may not fare so well.

    She was managing, however, she was sure the urge would pass soon enough and she'd make it to the bathroom just fine. So long as nothing startled her, which means something would. There was a hum of electricity running through the ceiling, which would have been a good thing a minute before, as would the lights flickering back into order.

    Too bad Coco didn't want to see or be seen at the moment. Suddenly, her peeing was completely visible, to both herself and Rarity, never mind the possibility of someone outside suddenly able to see through the glass walls. And honestly, Coco didn't like what had been illuminated to her. Being able to see her shame suddenly reminded her that this is indeed what she had resorted to, and maybe she should have listened to Rarity telling her to wait a little longer.

    Speaking of Rarity, the new brightness gave her way more of a sight than she ever needed. Coco facing away from her with her cream-colored skirt lifted up enough to expose her butt, as her cyan panties were being dyed darker by the waterfall pouring down from the center, into the carpet so saturated, it was shining.

    “Nonononono,” Coco shouted. “Please stop please stop please stop!” She turned her head back around to Rarity, who was kind of staring. “Please, don't look!” Rarity was shaken out of the trance (in her defense, it was the reminder of her own dire need spacing her out) and promptly both closed her eyes and dramatically turned to look out the window instead, if only to make it known she wasn't enjoying the view.

    Coco tried her best to make her bladder listen and cut off the river, but there's no way it would obey now, it had just been through too much. This raging stream wasn't going to stop until there was nothing more to fuel it...which happened much sooner than she was expecting. A powerful stream combined with a bladder not exactly the biggest made for a short bathroom visit, no matter where that “bathroom” may be.

    Since there was nothing left, Coco slowly stood back up and dropped her skirt back down, making a point to walk as far away from her mess as she could, a couple drips following her...until the speaker crackled to action, startling the designer into losing the little bit left inside. “Hello, excuse me,” the low-quality PA system garbled out, “We're sorry for the wait, we've got the problem fixed and you'll be out shortly. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.”

    Just hearing that dampened Coco's mood as she flopped into sitting next to her friend. “Isn't that just how it always is? The hold up stops when it's already too late.” She looked over Rarity, who was clearly still holding quite an amount. “You'll be fine?”

    “I mean...I'll certainly need a change in underwear when we get back to our room, but I'll manage for a couple minutes more.” She didn't want to ruin her reputation by saying it, but if the elevator wasn't moving in the next couple minutes, she would definitely be adding to Coco's pond.

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    Well, fortunately for the Element of Harmony, it didn't take long for them to start moving again, and they both ran into their room before they could be caught. Rarity was generous enough to let Coco use the bathroom first to rinse her panties out and wipe herself, though she only just barely avoided either forcing her out or bursting in to join her.

    Once the toilet was hers alone, Rarity did not waste a second or a twitch into throwing her underwear down, so close to looking like she hadn't made it, and sitting on the cold seat. Just like her friend, her body let go immediately once it knew the time had come, in probably a more powerful torrent, though comparison may have been warped by the bowl of water Rarity was rapidly filling producing one amazing echo. If Coco had held it and was waiting outside listening to that...Rarity would not blame her if she forced her way in to use the bathtub.

    The white unicorn let out a long gasp at how much relief she was feeling, it seriously sounded like she was running the sink rather than just peeing. The unrelenting cascade only slowed for a few seconds when she needed to catch her breath, and would resume its prior power once she was back to forcing it out. It took over a minute before it reduced to the level of a standard “I really need to relieve myself” bathroom visit, instead of the “I almost burst I had to pee so bad” variety she was working with. And almost another minute after that to stop entirely.

    “Thank...thank goodness,” she sighed, grabbing a square of toilet paper and delicately drying her unmentionables. She stood up, bending over to place her panties back where they belonged, until she realized she had left them in pretty sorry shape, and sliding them snugly against her privates would only exacerbate the issue. So instead, she slipped her shoes off, in her haste having forgotten to remove them before, and stepped out of the underwear.

    She grabbed the undergarment by the waistband and flushed the toilet, getting a brief look at what she had done to it. She was amazed how golden she made the previously clear water, how many foamy bubbles had formed on the surface, a true testament to the volume she expelled. Even for a girl that routinely lost herself in her work, this was without a doubt the worst she had to pee in a very long time, if the fact that she even considered the idea of doing it in the elevator wasn't proof enough.

    Rarity quickly rinsed her panties in the sink and laid the wet item next to Coco's on the edge of the bathtub, and left the room into their quarters for the weekend. Her earth pony friend had already changed into her pajamas and was laying on her bed, facing away but with a solemn posture. That was certainly enough to make her feel bad, as she began undressing to put on her nightwear as well. “You don't need to fret, darling, I promise I will not talk about the night's events to anypony. I'd rather not let my share get out.”

    “Thank you, Miss Rarity, but I'm ashamed enough that we even have to worry about that. I'm an adult making it on her own, shouldn't I have been able to hold it long enough? Instead I made a huge mess for some poor pony to deal with.”

    Rarity sat down next to her and started patting her back. “It was an emergency, anypony would have done the same thing you did. Just from what I heard, I fully believe you were at your limit. It was just bad luck.” She started thinking if it would have been better if she had purposefully wet herself with Coco, no one would ever know and her friend would feel better about herself.

    Or maybe that wouldn't have been necessary, because the earth pony rolled to face Rarity and smiled a little. “Thanks. It's just...you know, embarrassing that I couldn't make it.” She pulled herself further up the bed and began sliding under the blanket. “Let's just make an agreement to watch our drinking in the future.”

    “Deal.” Rarity stood up to let Coco fully grab the sheet and used her magic to turn the room's light off, and tucked herself into her own bed. It was late, probably time to sleep.

    Her eyes closed and about set to fall into slumber, Rarity was surprised to hear Coco talk again. “Actually, can we make another agreement?”

    “What?”

    “We should really carry empty bottles in our bags.”

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    Samantha blinked in surprise as her senses tried to grasp what had happened. It took her a second to realize where she was. Last she knew Jeremy had laid her down in his bed for a much needed nap. It seemed getting a thermometer shoved up a crevice where no thermometers been before had a way of emotionally and physically draining a person- or dog.

     

    Now she lay on the less than comfortable “cushioned” table at the Sphere center. She could tell where she was even in the darkness. She recognized the unpleasant smell of the helmets- a mixture of sweat, disinfectant, lice remover, and just a dash of teenage hopelessness. The room still spun as her equilibrium tried to catch up- a sign of being manually logged out from the outside.

     

    She felt the wires being pulled from the base of her neck. Not a painful feeling, but an uncomfortable pinch. The helmet was removed as her eyes were met with the blinding glare of the lights above her, instead of a dark room that was supposed to help with the transition. Whoever was unplugging her was breaking every rule. She wanted to groan when Tom’s head came into view, of course it was him. If it was her she’d be written up in the blink of an eye.

     

    “Sorry I had to log you out.” He said. He wore on odd expression. His blue eyes were full of worry. His lips were turned in a tight frown. “Someone from the governments looking for you.”

     

    Her heart froze for a second, before it began to thump at an increased rate. What would they want from her? Nothing good came of surprise visits from government officials-especially as a female. The last inspection had left her in tears. While not illegal for a woman to work, it was frowned upon in the eyes of the government. She didn’t fancy herself a conspiracy theorist by any means, but there was a nagging suspicion in the back of her mind. The purpose of her getting so many “inspections” over the last year was purely to break her spirit. She had come to the conclusion the hard way nothing she did would ever be good enough.

     

    She was under their microscope as they looked for any reason to fire her just so they could replace her with a male counterpart. It had been a great job, until she turned of age. Once she turned 18 a switch had been flipped. Now she was a blip on their radar as they circled overhead like a hawk waiting to swoop in the moment she took one toe out of line. And Tom wondered why she was such a hard ass.
    “Why don’t you deal with them?” She hissed. She slowly pushed herself up as the room spun.

     

    “They requested you by name.”

     

    She swore under her breath. “Well, what do they want?”

     

    “I think he’s from the drafting office.”

     

    Her stomach tightened. Acid rose in her throat that wasn’t from the vertigo. The drafting office was every girl’s worst nightmare. It was something parents hung over their heads in an attempt to make them behave. Boys were threatened with the boogieman; girls were threatened with the draft. Panic overtook her in the blink of an eye. Sam had no idea the truth to the rumors, but just the word draft was enough to put her on edge.

     

    The female draft had no affiliation to the military; it was government run matchmaking service. A drafting for marriage. The only “matchmaking” they did was pairing males with females. It didn’t matter if there was a 30 year age difference; it didn’t even matter if you’d never met before. Once you were in the system, you were assigned a partner. No if’s and’s or butt’s. All sales were final. With rumors flying left and right of forced registration of single females over 18- a category she just happened to fit to a T- she’d rather be thrown into a closet with the boogieman than face whoever was out there waiting for her.

     

    She eyed the window and tried to calculate her percentage of a successful escape as she debated making a run for it. She doubted she’d get very far in the snow.

     

    “You’d better go, Sam, he looked pretty serious.” Tom said. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

     

    “What do I do?” she asked. Her voice rose and cracked with fear. Her butt was glued to the table. She could practically hear the wedding bells as an organ played, “Here Comes the Bride.” It was like nails on a chalkboard. She had never been so scared in her life. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, but his eyes suddenly shone. “What? What is it?” Sam begged. She launched herself off the table and gripped his arms. “Tell me you have an idea!”

     

    “Well, it’s not a very good idea, but we could pretend to be getting married.” He said. He shook his head, “No, that’ll never-“

     

    “Yes, please! Would you please? It could work! Pretend to be my fiancé!” she looked up at him with large desperate eyes. Could this slacker- no this man- really be her salvation? Would he of all people really do something so selfless for her? Bless this beautiful man!

     

    “Well, I suppose I could, but you owe me.” He offered his arm to her and she took it. She was glad to have him to lean on as her legs wobbled more and more the closer she got to the lobby, each step taking her closer to her doom.

     

    She took a deep breath as he opened the door revealing a man in the lobby. He wore a grey business suit with matching tie. His appearance was clean-shaven and his posture was so perfect he could balance a glass of water on his head and not spill a drop. Everything from the way he dressed to the way he held himself screamed professional. She knew he was important before he even opened his mouth.

     

    Her nerves got the best of her when his blue eyes gave her an icy cold stare. She blurted out, “Have you met my fiancé, Tom?” She nudged him forward a step. He nodded his head, but his demeanor remained unchanged. Did he not believe her? Could he see past her lie so easily? Her lunch was rising in her throat. She had to do something.

     

    “I’m Agent Cook from the-“ She couldn’t do this! He was looking right at her just waiting for her to spill the beans. How much time would she get for lying to an officer? She couldn’t go to jail! She had to convince him! It was now or never! She spun Tom around and nearly knocked him over with a forceful and awkward kiss. She had to make this believable; her life was on the line! Five seconds passed. Now ten seconds. She couldn’t breath. His mouth tasted of day old taco’s. She broke it off when the agent cleared his throat. Poor Tom looked shell shocked.

     

    “He’s my fiancé,” Sam blurted out again.

     

    “Yes, I heard you. Congratulations.” He said, in a deadpan voice. “Now as I told your fiancé, I’m Agent Cook from the Sphere Protection Program. I’m here to walk you through the pod set up for the cadet you’ll be hosting here.“ Sam stared at him blankly as her jaw hung slightly ajar.

     

    “You-You’re not from the draft office?” She sputtered out. He shook his head as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a slight smirk. She could hear Tom let out a snort of laughter as he covered his mouth with his hand. “Will you excuse us a minute?” She asked with a fake grin plastered on her face. She pushed Tom in the back without another word.

     

    “YOU ASSHOLE!” A loud hollow smack echoed throughout the other wise empty center. “I HOPE YOU ROT IN THE 9TH GATE OF HELL!” The man sat in silence and listened to the crashes of items being thrown before the two returned. Sam held her throbbing palm in her hand as she apologized for the wait. A bright red palm print stretched across Tom’s face as he hung his head in shame.

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    Shizuo couldn't remember what had happened the night before. He couldn't remember how he had gotten himself in some secret hideout with his wrists handcuffed to the headboard of the bed he'd woken up in. He couldn't remember a thing aside from how he'd drunk until everything blurred together and slowly faded into black nothingness.

     

    And now he regretted it, finding himself nauseous, hungover, and in need of a restroom. None of those things were particularly good, especially when he couldn't even get up.

     

    “Shizu-chan.”

     

    Of course. Of fucking course. Why wouldn't the informant be responsible for this? He hated the damn flea, and he would have crushed him right there, but with his hangover messing with his body, he would hardly even be able to find the strength to struggle. His whole body felt heavy and his muscles felt stiff. It hurt.

     

    “What the hell do you want?” Shizuo snapped back.

     

    Izaya was grinning as he sat down at the foot of the bed, one of his hands resting gently on Shizuo's leg. “I just want to play a game with you.” He unscrewed the cap of the water-bottle he had in his other hand. “Water is supposed to help with hangovers and for headaches. You probably have both.”

     

    It was true—he definitely did. But the last thing he wanted was to put any more fluids into his body. “I don't want any.”

     

    “Eh?” Izaya pressed the water-bottle to Shizuo's lips. He choked once, refusing to swallow. “But Shizu-chan, I'm only trying to help you.” He plugged Shizuo's nose with his free hand. “Drink it or you don't get to breathe.”

     

    He had no choice. He downed the bottle as quickly as he could and almost choked again on the breath he drew in immediately afterwards, which sloshed the contents of his bladder in a not so comfortable way. He glared at the informant who was smiling down at him, looking so perfectly innocent. He'd done that on purpose.

     

    After the intake of water, he realized just how full his bladder was. His hips shifted and he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the throbbing coming from his lower abdomen. He needed to get out of his restraints and he wished for once that he actually had his strength. But no—no matter if he pulled, he really couldn't make any progress.

     

    “Let me go, Izaya,” he growled, gritting his teeth.

     

    “Ah, so your strength really has failed you. Maybe it's the drugs I injected into you, or maybe that was overkill.”

     

    Oh, so he had drugs in his system, too? How much and what kind? He pulled as hard as he could at his restraints, wanting nothing more than to snap the damn flea's neck and wipe that smirk off his face. “I'm not kidding, I really— I need to...”

     

    “You need to what, Shizu-chan?”

     

    The question irritated the blond immensely—he fucking knew what. “I need to piss, dumb-ass. I think I might burst.”

     

    “Oh, will you, now?” Izaya chuckled and moved to sit on Shizuo's stomach, just above his too-full bladder, and all Shizuo could do was hope that he didn't decide to settle down a little lower. “You need to learn to control yourself. You'd be nothing more than a child having a little accident. Maybe we need to put you back in training diapers.”

     

    “Not if it's your fucking fault.”

     

    “Language, Shizu-chan. Children shouldn't be swearing.”

     

    Shizuo gave a hiss of frustration and kicked one of his legs, trying to do something, although it did nothing at all aside from shake his bladder a little. There wasn't anything he could do, and he absolutely loathed being in such a state of helplessness, being put completely at Izaya's mercy. But Izaya had no mercy, so he would be spared nothing no matter what he said or did.

     

    “And behave yourself.” Izaya scooted back a little, straddling Shizuo's sides as he decided to sit right on the blond's bladder.

     

    He couldn't help gasping and pushing his thighs together, gritting his teeth again as he took a sharp, shaky inhale. He wouldn't be able to hold on much longer at this rate.

     

    “You're not speaking anymore, Shizu-chan.” His feigned innocence resurfaced, and no one who didn't know better would never guess that it was the face of someone capable of doing the cruel things he was guilty of. But that was one of the things he was good at, looking innocent even as he did awful things.

     

    “Nothing to say.”

     

    “Could it be that you're more focused on keeping from wetting yourself? You're putting more concentration into than you are your verbal responses? Because I think that's what's going on.”

     

    He bounced once, adding way too much pressure all at once. Shizuo actually whined as a gush of urine dampened his pants, causing both a rush of embarrassment and a rush a fury, though he couldn't tell which of the two was more dominant.

     

    “These are the clothes my brother got me.” He was seething now, and he still sounded threatening even as his face was flushed with embarrassment. “Don't make me mess them up.”

     

    “Shizu-chaaaan, are you telling me what to do when I could kill you right here and now if I wanted to? Your audacity is stunning.” His innocent smile turned into a smirk and he bounced again, landing harder this time.

     

    Aah— Fuck—” He crossed his legs, feeling more urine escape him. He pressed his thighs together hard, trying to keep from continuing to leak. He really needed to go now, and his whole body was beginning to tremble with the effort it took to keep from completely wetting himself. Still, he had to keep his clothes as clean as possible...

     

    Izaya pushed himself down lower, and he could suppress a laugh as he saw that the blond had already begun making a mess of himself. “Wouldn't it be easier just to let go?”

     

    “The clothes— I can't—”

     

    The informant laughed again. “You're going to lose it one way or another, Shizu-chan. Those precious clothes of yours are going to be drenched in your pee, and there's nothing you can do about it.”

     

    It was true. But as much as he wanted just to stop trying, he couldn't help it, and he would probably have another reason to hate himself if he so easily gave into what Izaya wanted.

     

    “Let me help.” Izaya pressed his hands against Shizuo's lower abdomen and pushed down hard.

     

    Shizuo moaned, unable to keep from losing the control he was trying so hard to hold onto. There was a soft hissing sound as his pants were soaked, wetting the mattress he was lying on as well. His face was flushed deeply and his breaths were unsteady.

     

    “Oh, Shizu-chan, are you about to cry?”

     

    God, he was, and he hated himself so much. “No.”

     

    “All your ugly emotions are just the as any human's, even if you're not allowed to actually be human.” He moved to sit up on the blond's rib-cage, leaning forward so that their faces were inches apart. “You're feeling humiliated enough to want to cry, and I can see the tears beginning to form and threatening to spill down those red cheeks of yours. Your face is burning up because you've completely embarrassed yourself. And you're also absolutely furious with me, but right now, that's a less prominent emotion, stamped out by how disgusted you are with yourself. Ugly, ugly emotions... I love them so much, and in this moment, I love you just as I do my humans.”

     

    His body tensed up again, and he did his best to blink back the tears and swallow the knot in his throat. “Shut up.”

     

    “You should be grateful, Shizu-chan. I can love you when you're like this.”

     

    “I don't fucking want your love.”

     

    “Pity...” He stood up and pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs. “Now let's get you cleaned up, shall we?”

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    Alistair and Ruby bet on a lot of things, so whenever one of them bet the other couldn't do something, the other wasn't surprised. Not even if the comment came out of the blue, not even if it didn't quite make a lot of sense.

     

    That's why maybe Alistair shouldn't have actually choked on his drink when Ruby had placed her most recent bet: “I bet you can't hold it if we had sex. I bet you'd end up wetting all over me.”

     

    But he had choked on his drink, and he'd also been completely speechless, not really knowing what he was supposed to say in response. He'd been fidgeting for the past hour and a half but was too comfortable to get up and use the restroom—and now his roommate was taking advantage of that. He really just wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but he always had to take her up on the things she bet. That was just how to two could get one another to do things, always without fail.

     

    “I bet I can,” he returned, though he really wasn't sure of it himself. He set down his juice and got to his feet. “I bet I wouldn't.”

     

    “Then shall we give that a test?” Her usually expressionless face held a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. She stood up herself and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Their other roommate likely wouldn't be home for another hour—if not, longer—so they had plenty of time.

     

    Ruby locked the door behind them despite the two being home by themselves, and she pushed him up against the wall to kiss him. Her kisses were always heated and intense no matter what, and this wasn't an exception. Her hands wandered up his shirt to his chest, and she pinched his nipples, eliciting a groan from the boy.

     

    Arousal twitched in the pit of his stomach, along with an urgent need to relieve himself. He almost excused himself to do just that, but no, that would go against the little game they'd been playing for about a year now. So instead, he just took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his head clear, and he didn't do a thing to stop the girl.

     

    Her lips found their way down to his neck and she gave a rough suck. Alistair's shoulders went back and he sucked in a shaky breath. He needed to use the restroom, or else he was definitely going to end up wetting himself. Still, he let her continue, leaving hickeys on his neck.

     

    He squirmed beneath Ruby's touch, and his need to use the restroom was only getting more urgent. He probably was going to end up wetting all over her. Which would be a disaster, because then she would be disgusted with him and that wouldn't be good. But he couldn't back out now, could he? Even if he was ready to burst?

     

    She got down on her knees and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. His underwear was stained with a patch of pre-cum, and Ruby let out a small giggle. She teased the head of his cock through the fabric, and he let out a shaky breath. His hips wriggled just a bit, and he really needed to go relieve himself—but he also needed to win the bet.

     

    Ruby pulled down his boxers and let them fall down with his pants. He took another shaky breath, trying his hardest to stand still, but his thighs were still beginning to quiver with more than just his arousal. The girl took note of this, and though she remained expressionless as always, there was a twinkle in her eyes that meant she felt satisfied with herself. Maybe she was even teasing him a bit as well.

     

    She took off her shirt and her bra, tossing both to the side as she looked up at him. He knew what she was doing, and if he couldn't hold it, he would end up peeing all over her face. How embarrassing! He could feel his cheeks heating up just at the thought of it.

     

    After giving his cock a few pumps, she put it between her breasts and began rubbing his dick up and down. He moaned softly, hips jerking slightly at the action. Pleasure coursed through him, tightened in the pit of his stomach along with the need to use the restroom.

     

    As she continued, he could feel his release getting closer and closer and he needed to cum just as badly as he needed to pee.

     

    Ahhaah—! I'm...gonna come soon if you...ahn...k-keep going...”

     

    “Perfect,” Ruby murmured, and she would be grinning up at him if she kept her emotions displayed on her face. But she didn't, though that didn't suppress the sparkle in her eyes. She sped up her actions, causing him to let out a loud moan and squirm a bit.

     

    His hands balled into fists as he came, spurting cum onto her face and her glasses. He almost fell forward and collapsed, but he kept himself standing upright. Before he could do anything to stop it, though, urine came flooding out of him, spattering the girl's face. She closed her eyes and her mouth, and while her face remained blank, he was so certain she was disgusted and wouldn't want anything to do with him for a while.

     

    But no, there was a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips as he let out a small whimper and needed to use the wall to hold himself up. He looked down at her, face flushed, and she wiped the urine away from her eyes and mouth before she got to her feet and looked at him.

     

    “That must have felt good,” she murmured, giving him a quick peck on her cheek.

     

    He nodded, a bit breathless after what had happened, and gave a weak smile. “It did.”

     

    “Good. We should do this again sometime.”

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    Hi! My name is Kat, and well this is gonna be a story about my usual everyday life. I know I know sounds boring? Right? Well me myself know how to spice things up a bit I'm inconteint weird right? Anyways I was never always like this I remember it like it was just yesterday, since it basically was when my life did a whole 720.

     

    I was walking home like i usally do, from school obviously me being 16 I wasn't leaving school anytime soon. As I was walking home I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach and bladder, so I sped up my pace a bit noticing how bad I actually had to go. But like anybody from a big town and have to walk a minimal of two miles just to get to school and to walk back. I had to wait for those light things nobody knows the name of, you know those things that say you could walk or you can't walk, well I got stopped by tons of those. Until I felt myself leak I could feel as my panties were getting wet, as soon as it seemed like there was no cars I panicked and ran across the street til WHAM!. I felt enourmous pain and it was so unbearable I fainted, but before fainting I felt as my bladder and bowels emptied...I felt a warm tingly feeling in the front and I felt something warm and slimy slide into my pants.

     

    After god knows how long I awoke up noticing I was on a bed In a hospital. For a short moment I freaked out not being able to remember anything, when I say anything I mean anything it hurt to try and remember who I was. I looked around trying to remember what happened, then I felt a weird soft secure type of padding over my crotch.

     


    (I posted this to see who all would want me to continue I finally have a spark on my writers brain and I think this'll turn out great but I wanna ask y'all first :D )

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    Author's Note: okay so there's?? not enough enough durarara omorashi so //shrug. i really liked this idea for some reason so,,,

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    Izaya was not at all surprised to find himself kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, forced down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. The rope bit into his wrists painfully, and he could feel the skin chafing just a bit more with each tiny movement he made. He didn't particularly mind it, if he was being honest—sometimes being kidnapped could be a fun experience. On rare occasions, he even dared to go as far as to describe it as exhilarating.

     

    On this particular occasion, however, he wasn't too pleased with the situation. He'd meant to use the restroom before, but he didn't quite manage to before he'd found himself being dragged into the back of a van. Oh well—that just meant he needed to get out sooner than usual, and he couldn't quite take his time.

     

    He wasn't quite expecting Masaomi to show up, however, but that's who entered the otherwise empty warehouse. He looked angry, and if it weren't for the gag in his mouth, Izaya would have teased him about directing rage toward himself. But now it was all for Izaya, it seemed, and he wasn't about to make any kind of negotiation.

     

    Masaomi untied the yellow scarf that acted as a gag, keeping Izaya from saying anything. He wrinkled his nose when he found it covered in saliva, but he tossed it to the side quickly.

     

    “Do you think we could hurry this up?” the informant questioned, voice light and a bit teasing as always. “I have business to attend to.”

     

    “Is that so?” Masaomi grit his teeth, grabbing a fistful of Izaya's hair and forcing him to look up. It hurt and his neck popped from the rough action, but he didn't react with anything other than a small chuckle. “What is it that's so important? And just what right do you have to ask me to do anything after everything you've already done to me?”

     

    “It's not entirely for my benefit, Kida-kun. I just thought that you'd prefer not having to clean up any kind of mess I might make.”

     

    Masaomi didn't seem to understand right away, but after a moment, he wrinkled his nose again, looking disgusted. “You better not piss yourself here.” He brought his foot up to give the informant a hard kick to the side.

     

    Izaya's bladder gave a dull throb as he fell, his head hitting the floor. All he could do was smile against the pain, unable to keep himself from wanting to upset Masaomi even further. “I told the driver to pull over to let me use the restroom first, but he didn't listen. Now whatever happens is what will happen, and if you have a problem with that, then I suggest you let me go.”

     

    “Don't. Make. A. Mess.” Masaomi brought his foot down on Izaya's chest, causing him to choke on his air for a moment.

     

    There was part of Izaya that was a bit tempted to just to spite him, but no—he wasn't willing to go quite that far. He'd prefer not to make a mess of himself, though judging by the fullness of his bladder, he likely wouldn't be able to avoid it.

     

    Masaomi gripped a handful of Izaya's hair and yanked him back up to his knees, and the informant couldn't do much else aside from grit his teeth against the pain. “Did you hear me?”

     

    “I'm not deaf, Kida-kun.”

     

    “...Shut the fuck up.”

     

    “You're the one who asked for an answer. I merely gave you what you wanted.”

     

    Masaomi glared and brought his foot down on Izaya's crotch. The informant gasped and gave a pained groan, for once not having a smart-ass comment to shoot back at the brunet. Instead, he took what he got, trying to push away both the pain and the need to use the restroom. Masaomi moved his foot up to Izaya's abdomen and pushed down, forcing another groan as his bladder tried to protest. He could feel the smallest bit of urine escape him and he would have spoken up if the brunet hadn't chosen to push harder.

     

    It hurt, but more than that, Izaya's bladder was threatening to burst from the applied pressure. He drew his legs closer together, pressing his thighs together in hopes that that would prevent any leaks.

     

    “Look at you.” Masaomi pulled Izaya's head up by his hair, balling his hand into a fist. He drew his foot back and instead focused on landing a quick blow—a punch to the face, causing an instant bloody nose. “You're a fucking mess now.”

     

    Izaya knew that. He didn't like to actually think about it, but there he was, in need of a restroom, his hair messed up, and now blood dripping from his nose over his lip and down his chin. He really was a mess, but he wouldn't ever acknowledge it. He was just fine.

     

    Masaomi put his foot right back where it had been, pressed firmly against Izaya's bladder. Izaya almost whined at the pressure, but he was above that, so he swallowed it back and instead gave a subtle squirm. His hips shifted just the tiniest bit and he couldn't help grinding down on the heel of his shoe.

     

    “Kida-kun.” His voice was a little strained, but he spoke as clearly as he could. “You told me not to wet myself, and here you are doing this. Is it that you actually want me to? Kiiiida-kun, could it be that you're a pervert, and that would turn you on?”

     

    The brunet grit his teeth and pushed his foot against the informant harder. He groaned and leaned forward, hissing through his teeth and squirming a little more. He needed to use the restroom, and he needed to go now.

     

    “Ah— Kida-kun, you really are a pervert. I bet you're going to get off on this.”

     

    “Shut the fuck up!”

     

    Masaomi drew his foot back and drove it back down hard. Izaya couldn't help moaning as he felt a spurt of urine escape, enough to soak through the crotch of his pants. The boy narrowed his eyes and took a knee, palming the informant a few times before giving an exaggerated gag.

     

    “Disgusting. You're actually starting to piss yourself.”

     

    Izaya grinned at him. “Getting handsy now, are we? Feel free to touch.”

     

    The boy was very obviously repulsed, eyebrows knitting further. “You're the one getting turned on by this. You were getting hard, weren't you? Damn pervert.”

     

    “I'm getting hard because I need to use the facilities, Kida-kun.”

     

    “Sucks to be you, then.” He pushed his foot down harder, hands balling into trembling fists.

     

    Izaya couldn't suppress a whimper, and he let out a heavy breath as warmth spilled to his thighs. God, maybe he was a little turned on by that.

     

    “I can't—”

     

    “I can see that.”

     

    There was no more reason left to try to keep himself under control. He gave a soft moan as he completely let go, soaking his pants and creating a puddle beneath himself. He gave a breathy sigh when he was finished, his face faintly flushed with just a hint of arousal.

     

    “You're still hard, huh?” Masaomi moved his foot down to Izaya's crotch, rubbing against his erection through his piss-soaked pants.

     

    The informant let out a shaky breath, rocking his hips upward to get more friction. It was at that moment that Masaomi pulled his foot away.

     

    “If you like it that much, to the work yourself.”

     

    There was no shame. In fact, the man named Izaya Orihara had no idea what that word even meant, because it was nonexistent in his vocabulary. He managed to get himself forward a few inches, and the brunet slid his foot forward a little. Izaya had no problem with straddling Masaomi's foot and grinding down on it, breaths getting heavier as he got closer to release.

     

    But Masaomi took a step back just as he was about to cum, and he smiled down at him with the most innocent look he could manage. He held two fingers up for a peace sign and stuck out his tongue. “I'll have someone untie you later. For now, sit tight, since there are places I need to be.”

     

    This would be a problem.

  6. Becca’s legs wobbled as she slowly inched forward step by step. It was agonizing and brutal. If she thought the Spp workouts were harsh, it was nothing compared to Dr. Benshin’s physical therapy circuit. She let out a groan. Her legs hurt as if they were being dissolved with acid from the inside out.
    “Just a few more steps, Becca, you’re doing great.” Dr. Benshin said. He held onto her waistband to keep her from falling. Becca wanted to let out a sarcastic laugh, but feared if she thought of anything besides her goal for even a split second, she would lose her momentum. The table on the other side of the room never looked so far away. She grunted through her clenched teeth. Sweat poured down her face and matted her hair down the sides of her cheeks. Her eyes burned with hot tears. She inched herself closer and closer to her goal.
    “Picture a big ice cream sundae waiting for you.” He said.
    “Will you rub it on my legs for me?”Becca said. He had to be the worst motivational speaker she had ever heard. Ice cream sundae? What was she, five? Besides, he knew damn well the automated system wouldn’t let her have any ice cream anymore. Oh how she missed ice cream. And bacon. It felt like all she was allowed to eat was kale and spinach. Junk food around here was like cigarettes in prison. Getting to use the toilet came at a steep price it seemed.
    Becca collapsed into the table when she made it. Her head sunk face first into the pillow. She needed to roll over, but her body felt like lead. She took several shaky breathes before letting out a groan and turning around.
    “You did it. See, you can do five laps down the hallway.” Becca moaned in response. “It wouldn’t be this hard if you’d just do the VR workouts like you’re supposed to in your room.”
    “No. No VR.”
    “It’s not good for you to stay in bed and stare at the wall all day. Wouldn’t you rather be on a beach, or fighting a dragon or something?”
    “No VR. Not. Safe.” She panted.
    “We’ve been over this. No one’s after you.” Becca closed her eyes and remained silent as way of ending the discussion. “You’ll have to get over your fears at some point.” She ignored him until he left to get her an ice blanket for her legs. She waited until she heard him walk out the door to open her eyes again. She let out a gasp. A face was staring at her mere inches away from her own.
    “He’s right you know, they won’t take you back.” Josh said.
    “Why do you keep doing this? You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
    “They have you where they want you. You’re safe.”
    “What makes you think that? How do you even know what I’m talking about?”
    He smiled a little before backing away. “Who would believe the ramblings of a mad woman?” He asked. He looked at a tablet in hands. “Delusions, violent tendencies. Oh, this looks interesting, dissociative identity disorder.”
    “Are you reading my chart?” Becca asked. She furrowed her eyebrows in anger. “How did you even get that?”
    “This place is lacking in the security department. A child could break through their settings.”
    “Well, stop it! That’s personnel.”
    “But don’t you want my help?” He asked. He smiled again at Becca’s confused expression. “You know, I haven’t seen a single sign that you have a split personality. You’ve always been Becca- expect for that time you were drugged out of your mind.”
    “I’m starting to suspect you’re as nuts as they say you are.” Becca said. She winced as she sat up making sure to keep eye contact with Josh the entire time.
    “Yeah, well, so am I.” He said. He took a seat next to her on the table.
    “Forgive me if I’m a little suspicious of anything you say, but what do you mean, ’help me?’” She eyed him as he seemed to zone out for a moment, before the light came back in his eyes.
    “Realize your childhood fantasy.” He said. Yep, this guy was nuts. Maybe she should call for Jerry. “ When I was in elementary school, when all the other brain washed saps gushed about how many kids they were going to have, there was one girl who stood out. All she talked about over and over was being a solider, and how she refused to have kids. We all thought she was crazy, of course. Our teachers called her, “un-patriotic,” I even went as far as calling her a terrorist- until she slugged me right in the jaw and knocked out my front tooth.”
    Becca narrowed her eyes. It couldn’t be… She searched his face, but she couldn’t see him. “I was a bit of a dick.” He said. “Had blond hair too.”
    “D-Derrick?” Becca asked. He nodded his head. “What are you doing in Alaska?” His smile faltered a little.
    “We’re in California.” Becca’s eyes widened. No! She was in a different state? When had they... Was she really unconscious for that long? Was that why her parents hadn’t visited her? “Welcome back. Now down to business. Do you still want to be a solider?” She turned away from him and stared at the ground.
    “What’s it matter? That’s what got me into this situation in the first place. Maybe I should have gotten married and popped out a few kids after all.”
    “That’s not the Becca I remember.” He said.
    “Yeah, well, the Becca you remember got locked up in the loony bin. What about you? What happened to the Derrick I knew?”
    “Dead. I’m Josh Langley now.” He said. There was a slight sense of pride in his smile. Not quite cocky, but not unconfident either. The look in his eyes seemed to beg her to ask, so she took the bait and asked how. He replied with, “a new chip.” Becca stared at him. A new chip? You couldn’t just swap out a chip like you would a pair of shoes. Chips are your identity. It’s how the government keeps tabs on you. To get a new chip would mean…It’s just as he said. To get a new chip would give you a new identity. But could she believe him? She was talking to someone locked in a insane asylum. Sanitarium. Wherever they were.
    “And how did you go about getting this new chip?” Becca asked. She figured she’d play along until the physical therapist came back and shooed him out. Didn’t want to piss this guy off and get shanked later.
    “Witness protection.” Josh replied. He was either oblivious or uncaring of Becca’s attempts to scoot away from him. “I’m a whistle blower.”
    “What did you witness?” Becca asked. She was at the edge of the table unable to scoot away any farther. Her legs were still jellified after the work out. If she tried to walk away she’d probably fall flat on her face.
    He paused for a moment seemingly trying to find the right words. “It’s not what I witnessed; it’s what I did. I changed sides. I worked for them, and ran. I designed the games that tormented children.”
    “I-I have to go.” Becca said. This guy was nuts!
    “I’m here searching for other survivors- like yourself. I read your file. I believe you.” She froze right before she was about to push herself off the table. Not one person had said those words to her. “You’re not crazy.”
    “But I had a split personality! I was turning into a child!”
    He cocked his head to the side for a moment before replying, “What do you mean ‘had’?”
    “Crystal and I…merged.” His eyes widened. Now it was his turn to be shocked. “I wanted to bring her back with me as her own person, but.”
    “Crystal as in… green hair, purple eyes, lifeless?”
    “Lifeless? She wasn’t lifeless, but yes, that was her.”
    “I…I know it. I’ve been running from it. That AI is a lifeless machine…What do you mean you merged?”
    Becca shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long story.” Josh persisted until she let up. “She’s not an AI. She’s my split personality.” Now it was his turn to scoot away. His eyes were wide with fear. His face ghostly pale.
    “We’ve been trying to delete that program for years! It’s a virus! It goes through the Sphere stealing information for the SPP.”
    “She’s not a virus!” Becca insisted. “She’s a person! With thoughts and feelings and…”
    “No. Crystal is a program designed to steal sensitive information from government programs and infect everything it touches. I’d know. I helped make it!” He said. His eyes were fierce. “I made many Crystal’s and unleashed them into the Sphere. Those games that traumatized kids. Where do you think they came from? I uploaded the program into a Crystal and sent it out. It would then find a suitable target meeting our criteria and infect the game they went into.”
    “That’s…that’s not possible! She was my friend! I lived with her. She had real feelings.”
    “The only thing that program knows how to do is destroy! If its infected your avatar, we need to get it out!” Josh said. He stared at her with a stern expression. He must have seen she wasn’t going to budge. Crystal was part of her! She wasn’t a program!
    He turned his attention to the tablet in his hands. He flipped through some pictures before showing her the screen. “Is this her?” She stared at the image dumbfounded.
    “Hey, you can’t be in here!” A voice called out. They looked up to see the physical therapist returning with her ice. Josh grabbed the tablet from her hands and stood up before giving Becca one last look.
    “When you can walk, meet me in my room.”
    Josh was right. That was her. At the same time though, it wasn’t. The green hair and violet eyes were unmistakable. But that picture, it was of a little girl. Was it… the same little girl that followed her all those years ago? If that Crystal was a virus, who the hell had she been sleeping next to for all those months?

  7. Sonic and his friends packed for an overnight trip. Eggman had been quiet recently, and showed no signs of appearing again sometime soon, so they decided to take a well needed trip.

     

    Knuckles had insisted on staying at Angel Island, but the others claimed it wouldn't be as much fun without him.

     

    Knuckles only had a small bag of his belongings, a spare set of gloves and shoes.

     

    Tails had upgraded the plane, so that way it could carry the five of them, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Cream.

     

    "If this trip is a total disappointment, then I'm gonna throw your head into a wall," Knuckles growled, still upset about being forced to go. Sonic patted the echidna's shoulder, "Don't worry, Knux, it'll be fun."

     

    Knuckles still didn't think so, after the long ride there, it had gotten dark. A female wolf Mobian greeted them. "Welcome! I already picked out the rooms for you, girls in one, boys in the other, I do hope you'll enjoy your stay. Oh, and just one more thing, even though it should be none of my business, but would any of you happen to be bedwetters?"

     

    Four of the Mobians laughed, however, one stood behind them, trying to hide his blush. "That's the funniest thing I heard in years, no, I think all of us have grown past that," Sonic said. "Bedwetting does not stop as you age, it might lessen, even stop for most people, but I'm sure one of you at least have that problem, I see it all the time," the wolf replied.

     

    "Don't worry, I'm sure we can handle it, right guys?" Sonic turned to face the others, and noticed Knuckles blushing and staring at the floor. "Knuckles, you are a bed wetter?" Knuckles blushed harder, but nodded slightly, "I-i-i only get the slight phases, it just pops on and off, but y-yeah, I am...."

     

    "Don't worry, I think I can help you with that," the wolf offered.

     

    'Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like this?' Knuckles thought.

     

    ..........

     

    Sonic and Tails got ready for bed while waiting for Knuckles to get back, when he did, the echidna's muzzle was a brighter red than his fur. And an unmistakable thick, patterned diaper was wrapped around his waist.

     

    Chuckles and snickers forced their way out of Sonic's mouth.

     

    "I refuse to believe this, I tried to tell her that I wouldn't need the diapers, that I only get the occasional phases, but she said she didn't want to take any chances," Knuckles's voice was so quiet and full of disbelief, he almost sounded like a child.

     

    "Well, you never know what will happen, so I don't blame her for being cautious," Tails replied. Knuckles grumbled and crawled into bed.

     

    Once Sonic and Tails were asleep, Knuckles untaped the diaper from his waist and threw it into the trash, whispering, "I don't need that silly thing."

     

    He curled up under the blanket, already half asleep when he felt the urges of a filling bladder. His first thought was to get up and find a bathroom, but he was slipping deeper into sleep to care, that, and he was too comfortable to move.

     

    In his dream, he desperately needed to pee, dancing around and looking everywhere. All the bathrooms were locked, or out of order. He quickly found a single tree, making sure no one could see or hear him, he hid behind the tree and finally relieved his aching bladder.

     

    In the real world, the unmistakable sound of an emptying bladder could be heard in the silence. Urine soaked the bed sheets, staining them yellow, the puddle grew slowly, surrounding Knuckles's lower body and even reaching up to his stomach and chest. Knuckles subconsciously sighed in relief.

     

    By morning, Sonic was the first awake, the first thing he caught was the smell of urine in the air, and he looked around the room, finally spotting the wet spot in Knuckles's blanket. He quietly shook Tails awake, and then went outside to get the others.

     

    ..........

     

    Knuckles yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked up, startled to see everyone else staring down at him, none of them seemed slightly amused. "Uhh... morning...?"

     

    "Echidna, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen, this is what happens when you don't," the wolf growled, pulling the blanket off of Knuckles, giving him a perfectly clear view of his late night accident.

     

    "Uhhh.... ummm... Uhh.." Knuckles stuttered, unable to think of anything to say.

     

    "Well?" the wolf crossed her arms, waiting for an answer.

     

    "I don't know! I haven't wet the bed in months! I didn't know!" Knuckles exclaimed.

     

    "Why didn't you keep the diaper like you were supposed to?"

     

    "It made me feel like an actual baby, it felt strange to me and I thought I didn't need it."

     

    The others glanced at each other, all thinking the same thing. The wolf girl spoke up, "Your friends have thought of the perfect punishment."

     

    'Uh oh.'

     

    ..........

     

    "Breakfast is ready!"

     

    Sonic and the others quickly ran into the main room, Knuckles, however, just slowly walked into it, once again, trapped with a thick diaper. "All day?" he asked, still regretting what had happened.

     

    "All day," Amy confirmed.

     

    Knuckles sighed and sat down with them, the diaper crinkling and pressing against his rump.

     

    'It would've been easier if I had wore it the first time.'

     

    (Sorry it's rather short, I was tired and wanted to post something. I only own the wolf girl, everyone else belongs to Sega.)

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    It was late. The sun had long since left the horizon, leaving the inky black of night to cover the world. Inside a small house, which lay in a quiet glade, lit only by the crackling fireplace, sat a teenager- a girl. She sat at a desk, pen in hand, writing into a small notepad, speaking her words as she wrote.
    "Day forty six..
    It feels like forever ago now. Mother always told me these woods where filled with wild Pokemon. Teeming with life...but it's empty. Silent. Nobody's here, or at least...nobody I have seen. Fallen trees, marked with paint for cutting lay around the edges of the forest, and bulldozers like an army surrounding this once peaceful place. But deep inside...its like a whole different world. Everything is so green, and lush. Everything feels alive. But there are no birds in the trees, no trainers, no bugs. Just...that awful silence, so thick you can almost feel it. Where is all the life mother told me of? Where are all the Pokémon? That's what I'm determined to find out. The news say it's just...migration. But it can't be...all types at once? No way. I've been documenting everything.. I've seen only six of the native Pokemon, where there should be hundreds. The ones I've seen have looked sickly and sad..Could it be because of the forest disappearing? Being cut down? I don't know, but I will find out. Somehow.."

     

    She set down the pen, sighing as she turned to the window, and the clouds which had been covering the moon, finally allowed its ghostly light to shine through, illuminating the area in a silvery glow. The girl started as she saw a creature watching her from the edges of the trees, standing beside the largest of them. She peered closer, and saw a tail...long ears......paws.. The figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a Lucario.

     

    The girl heard a gasp pass her lips when she took in the state of the Pokémon. it's skin was stretched tight over its bones, giving it a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance. It's fur was a disarray of knots and tangles, and one of its piercing red eyes where crossed with a long healed scar. Its chest spike had obtained a web of cracks from an unknown attack-though what could have caused such damage, yet not kill the poor creature, she didn't care think about at this time. The girl slowly stood, and opened the door to her cabin.
    "H-hello. Are...you okay?"
    There was no reply, the silence of the forest becoming deafening.
    "I....I'm Alice."
    Alice took a step forward, but jerked back when the lucario bared its sharp fangs, a rolling snarl of warning coming from it.
    "H-hey! It's okay. I..I don't want to hurt you. It's freezing out here- you..you can come inside."
    All her instincts told her to run- to flee from this wild animal. Yet she knew in her heart it wouldn't hurt her.
    "You can trust me."
    The Lucario eyed her warily, before slowly walking forward. Alice smiled encouragingly, giving the Pokémon a wide space as it entered her cabin. Alice shut the door, the cold air quickly being snuffed out by the warm fire.
    "You..look hungry. I made dinner earlier- want some?"
    The Lucario showed no signs it had heard her. It was inspecting the various pictures of Alice and her family, hung on the walls.
    "Oh. That's my mom and dad."
    The Lucario gave her a questioning look, which she interpreted as asking why she wasn't with them.
    "They...they died. In a forest fire. They where trying to save the wild Pokémon inside, but..got trapped."
    The Lucario opened its mouth, briefly, as if to speak, then closed it again. Alice took note of this behavior, wondering if this could be one of the few Pokémon who chose to learn the human language..
    "So! Are you hungry?"
    All theories of it being able to speak went out the window when she recieved only a grunt in reply. Alice busied herself with heating up a bowl of soup, watching the Lucario explore her small home out of the corner of her eye. She saw it walk over to the television, and turn it on, then sit down to watch- as if it had done so a hundred times before.
    "So you've been in a house before, I'd guess?"
    She received no reply. But at this point- she honestly didn't expect to.
    "I wonder..."
    The Lucario's eyes darted towards her, silently prompting her to continue.
    "Your the first wild Pokémon I've seen who hasn't attacked me, or run
    Away. You've obviously had prior experience with humans- at least enough to know that not all of them are hunters."
    The Lucario didn't make any indication as to confirm or deny her words. Alice let the subject go, for now, seeing as she was making no progress pressing the point. Within minutes, she was serving the Pokémon. Alice hummed.
    "You know...I know a lot of Pokémon like being called by their species name, but a lot of others have nicknames. Do you have one?"
    At its sharp nod, Alice beamed.
    "Well, let's see..what could it be...is-"
    "It's Luke."
    Alice went silent, her green eyes wide in astonishment.
    "Wh-what?"
    The Lucario gave a ghost of a smile, though it's eyes where haunted,
    "I said, my name is Luke."
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    Authors Note:
    If you've enjoyed this chapter, please drop a comment =) omo will be coming in soon, I promise, though likelyin the form of a flash back.
    Thank you to all whom have enjoyed this thus far!

     

    If you want your Oc (preferably a humanoid Pokemon of some sort, or even a person) to be included in this story, drop me a message here or on skype, at mewtwo393

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    A loud wail escaped the small, black-haired girl. Her crimson-colored eyes, interlaced with a cloudy, uneven purple, displayed the moment they opened, as they heard the door open wide. It was her parents.

     

    “Oh, dear, not again…” Her mother muttered.

     

    “I-it’s not my fault!” The girl sobbed. “G-Gina w-w-was doing this thing, where-”

     

    “Not this again…” Her father said, obviously fed up with the excuses. “I’ll agree with your mother that it shouldn’t be something to worry about, but wetting the bed can NOT be blamed on your sister.”

     

    “B-but she was brewing with that one th-”

     

    “Alicia!” A girl beside the first interrupted, getting out of her (notably dry) bed. “Any novice Alchemist knows brewery, while mostly used for transmuting, can be used for strengthening and weakening body parts.”

     

    “Exact-” Alicia started to say before being cut off by her sister.

     

    “-But no ingredient affects, positively or negatively, your baby bladder.”

     

    “Now Gina…” Their mother interrupted. “You’re not helping, and you’re only going to make her more upset.” The way her mother talked almost made it seem like Alicia couldn’t understand, but her mother took note of such a fact immediately and turned back to her youngest daughter. “You should also know that Gina was exposed to the fumes just as much, if not more, than you, so she’d have wet the bed if it did affect her. Just calm down and let’s clean up your mess, we’ll forget this ever happened, alright?” Alicia nodded, rubbing away her tears with her left hand as her right was tugged gently by her mother, helping her out of bed. She noticed her sister dashing for the bathroom, but Alicia didn’t speak up. After all, she had more things on her mind than that, and it wasn’t just her accident.

     

    “Twin’s Root…” She muttered in a low voice. “…no, Twin’s Root transfers an effect to a blood related sibling, it must’ve been a Water Glaive…”

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~

     

    Alicia, being 13 now, hadn’t wet her bed in years. Of course, to her dismay, it was only two. …well, one and a half, but her pride forced her to round up. …of course, her pride also made sure to discount the daytime accidents she had had (especially whilst or directly after brewing), but that was neither here nor there.
    Alicia had been growing up rather well, and being only three years younger than her sister, she had found herself following in the older sibling’s footsteps. Most notably, of course, was her profession and hobby: Alchemy.

     

    Being an Alchemist took years of study, but growing up reading about every plant and experimenting with them firsthand had made her a proficient Alchemist by her teen years, even picking up on things that her sister often overlooked. This may have been the main reason for her discovery during the years of the secret ability of the Water Glaive, a fat looking Lili pad that looked more like a balloon than a plant, which seemed to grow out in the shape of a sword, using its four points for balance and growing out one point more so than others for general growth. Alicia had noticed that, when smashing the plant, the water the drained out of it had changed with a white coloration to it (when normally being perfectly clear), though it often was disguised by the green that often rubbed out of plants (most notably grass). She had tasted it once and, not really being aware of any affect, decided it was safe. However, after ten seconds, she felt her bladder begin to quickly weaken, and she couldn’t help but realize her pants were getting drenched with pee. This odd ability was quickly noted down in her memory and never made mention to her sister. After all, this was the perfect way to make her sister understand just how much potential, not to mention power, Alicia had.

     

    But revenge came first, and thus, she kept looking for ways to make the perfect formula. After only two weeks of notes, which were followed by multiple (embarrassingly accurate) tests, she found the attributes she needed, and wrote them in a small book she kept in her coat pocket. It read, in her red pen ink:

     

    Water Glaive: After crushed, one drop induces rapid muscle weakening in the bladder, begins immediately, lasts one second per drop, strength is weak and increases per drop. NOTE: Muscles regain strength at body’s normal rate.

     

    Twin’s Root: After cooked and chopped, will make any potion effect only the closest (in years) sibling of the recipient of the potion. Minimum/maximum amount too small/big to calculate.

     

    Herald’s Folly: (I still don’t understand the story behind this name…) After Purplish liquid is extracted (often through chopping) potion that it’s applied to takes effect after 10 seconds per drop, 1 second if cooked till boiling. Notably, however, any effect caused by Glowing Salt is unaffected by this, happening immediately.

     

    Glowing Salt: (hard to manufacture, just buy it!) One pinch will induce a slight thirst. If mixed with any potion containing Water Glaive, it seems to make any water that enters the body seem to duplicate while also speeding the body’s process of using water.

     

    And this was what she needed. Four, simple ingredients, three of which found around her house and the fourth easily being bought off of any merchant (seeing as it has a much more pronounced taste than average salt). So, what better time to start working on the perfect formula than the day before her older sister’s birthday, right? So, the girl began working, and after only a few hours, she had multiple potions ready, each of which carefully measure and labeled for specific things.
    The first, being the smallest container of all (that she began drinking immediately) was timed to take an immediate, astonishing effect at night, with no hint of Glowing Salt but plent of Water Glaive.
    The second, one she also drank immediately, had a single drop of Water Glaive, yet plenty of Glowing Salt. These first to were going to be the perfect combination and work hand in hand, and already she saw her sister going for a drink of water.
    The third was in a huge vial with a label “5M” on it. This was a time delayed potion that was, while able to be displayed without anyone knowing what is was for, would cause her sister to need to drink water a little more often for five minute before her bladder would start to give out all at once, She Had plenty of that potion, so she was sure she would be having an “accident prone” older sibling soon enough.

     

    And now, the fun began. She stayed up at night, her excitement almost helping her witness her plan in full affect. It was to be her Sister’s 16th birthday that morning, and already the day before Gina had been drinking plenty of water and making plenty of bathroom trips, though only the thirst and filling of her bladder were altered from the potions that Alicia had drank (all containing Twin’s Root). Now, her sister was shifting in bed, her need under control only for a few more seconds. Alicia watched in awe as her older sister sighed in relief, a smile going across her face as her bladder emptied. Alicia tiptoed over, peeling the covers away to witness the accident that her sister her made, and she couldn’t help chuckling as she placed the covers back, tiptoing back. Alicia opened her coat pocket to reveal plenty of vials containing the time delay potion, and she laughed once more. “Happy birthday, baby…”

     

    ~~~~~

     

    Gina woke up, a smile on her face before even her eyes had opened, because why not? It was her 16th birthday, and with that, she was one step closer to being hired as a full-time Alchemist! Being 17 meant she’d have an apprenticeship, and 18 would almost guarantee the day she would be hired by some sort of church or count or whatever to brew anything and everything!
    Then, as she kicked the blankets off, she paused. The normally warm summer air was chilly on her legs, and she couldn’t figure out why until the answer made her regret asking. She, a sixteen year old girl, a year from apprenticeship, basically a woman already, had wet herself. This wasn’t even a small accident either, it was huge. Her bedsheets were stained a rather visible yellow, and already she wondered if she may even be able to rid the room of the sheets alone, much less the smell that seemed to make her mind say she was a little girl every time she inhaled.

     

    “Good morning sleepy head!” Her sister shouted, making Gina flinch. “Whoah, oh bless the gods… did you…?” The question only brought tears to the girl’s eyes, and holding her own hands seemed to be the only thing keeping her from sobbing.

     

    “A-Alicia… please… don’t tell our parents, alright?”

     

    Alicia tilted her head, a frown already on her face. “And why not? You always told them when I wet the be-”

     

    “B-but that’s different!” Gina said, almost shouting before she stopped herself. Her next words came in a whisper. “I-I’m sixteen, a-and it’s my birthday, a-and-”

     

    “-And you wet your bed like a little girl.” Alicia interrupted, causing Gina to visibly flinch. “If you want to keep me from talking… well… you have to promise me something.”

     

    “Anything!”

     

    “...You take me with you whenever I ask, got it?”

     

    “Whenever?”

     

    “Whenever, no matter how embarrassing. And the moment you say no, I’ll start telling mom and dad to check your bedsheets for stains. Maybe… maybe even your friends…”

     

    After a moment of thinking, which only proved to make Gina’s face change a few shades, she nodded. “D-d-deal!”

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    “Hey, pull over at the next fast food restaurant!” a young woman called to her driver, fidgeting a bit.

     

    “Don't listen to Kaylee,” countered her close friend, who was sitting with her in the back of their van. He grinned at the girl, poking her in the stomach. “How about we have a contest instead?”

     

    “What are you talking about, Alan?”

     

    Alan moved to sit beside his best friend and pushed his palm against her abdomen. It was hard, difficult to press down on. She yelped and slapped at his hand, which caused him to pull his arm back. He had a grin plastered on his face and he was very obviously amused.

     

    “Alan!” she squealed. “I'm going to pee if you do that!”

     

    “That's why we shouldn't pull over!” He lifted up his hoodie and the shirt beneath it to show how his abdomen was slightly swollen. “I have to use the bathroom, too. Let's see who can hold it longer.”

     

    It was probably a terrible idea, but it was thrilling all the same. They would both hold it until they absolutely couldn't anymore, and then they would burst, spilling urine into the carpet of the back of the van... But Kaylee was a rich girl and could waste some money to get it cleaned, so there was no real damage done. As long as the anime and manga collection they kept in the vehicle wasn't damaged, it would actually be quite fun.

     

    “Actually, don't pull over!” she agreed, smiling over at the driver, who shook his head and sighed at the two in the back. He was always finished with their antics before they even started up, and this was clearly no exception.

     

    Alan ran his fingers through his bleached blond hair before reaching over to the ice chest they kept with them, pulling out two cans of soda. He handed one to Kaylee as he sat back down. The can fizzed as he opened it, and he made a motion for his friend to open hers as well. “It's more fun if you're drinking something.”

     

    “It's more fun? You've done this before?”

     

    He shrugged. “I didn't have anything better to do with my time, so sure.”

     

    That meant he knew for a fact this was fun, right? So then there was even less harm done in trying it. Their interests aligned with one another perfectly, and everything one was interested in, so was the other—so the theoretical probability of her enjoying a holding contest was one hundred percent, wasn't it?

     

    She squirmed a little as she took a drink of her soda, hips wiggling as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. Alan must have been feeling the effect of it, too, as he ground his crotch just a bit against the heel of his shoe. Still, he took a big gulp of it, grinning as he moved the can away from his lips. His gaze was taunting, as if he already knew beforehand that he was going to win the contest and she was going to lose. But she had a chance at beating him, right? Maybe his desperation would be worse than hers in the end.

     

    “I bet I'm gonna definitely beat you at this,” he teased, setting his drink down and getting on his hands and knees to get in Kaylee's face. He raised one of his hands to poke her stomach before going up to tickle the crook of her neck.

     

    She yelped and kicked at him, nailing him in hip and forcing him to fall backwards. The desperation was suddenly worse, and she jammed a hand between her legs to keep from letting anything spurt out. After a moment of squirming and gritting her teeth, she finally got herself under control and kicked the boy again. “Not fair! You can't do things like that.”

     

    He grinned again, taking another drink of his soda and looking at Kaylee triumphantly. “Who said there was rules? I bet you almost just lost it!” he chirped in a singsong tone, happily flapping his left hand a few times.

     

    “I did! Not faaaaiiiir!” She was wailing now, flailing in Alan's general direction. She huffed, but she still took another sip. She was taking smaller drinks than her friend, which probably wasn't fair, but with the move he just pulled, she couldn't find it in her to feel any guilt. Besides, if he kept drinking like he was, he was going to end up bursting long before her.

     

    “You're going too slow.” It was almost like he read her mind, motioning to the soda can in her hand. “In three, we're both gonna chug the whole thing. ...One, two, three.”

     

    She couldn't really argue with him, since she had agreed to partake in this little contest that her friend had come up with. She tipped her head back and downed her beverage without taking in a single breath before the container was empty. It left a sickish feeling in her stomach, but more than that, she really needed to use the restroom. Her hand went to her crotch and she crossed her legs, thighs pressing together tightly.

     

    Alan seemed to be struggling now as well, sitting on his foot to grind down on the heel of his shoe. His thighs were trembling as he leaned forward, teeth clenched and both hands at his slightly bulging abdomen.

     

    They seemed to be at the exact same point, and who would tip over the edge first was completely unknown. It could be either or at this point—they were both having trouble and they were both ready to burst.

     

    Desperation hit the girl hard, and she felt a bit of warmth dampen her fingertips and her palms. She must have been leaking already! Her face went red with embarrassment, and Alan definitely took note. He gave her a teasing smile, though it looked forced, like he needed to put plenty of effort into it—which he probably did, considering the state he was in.

     

    “Does that mean you've lost?” he asked, an edge of false innocence to his voice.

     

    Kaylee refused to admit defeat, but another spurt of urine gushed out and spilled through her fingers, dampening the carpet that covered the back of the van. She definitely had lost, and there was no doubt there. She even let a moan slip as more piss spurted out of her and hit the floor.

     

    “You did lose!” He ground down harder on his shoe, letting out a soft whimper as she noticed a wet patch darken the front of his pants. A heavy breath passed his lips as he leaned down even further, a moan coming from his throat. “I'm the winner, it looks like. But I bet I can last even longer! I won't...ahh...won't break until you wet yourself all the way...!”

     

    He was struggling to speak properly, but then Kaylee had nothing to say, since she was trembling and too overwhelmed by the sensation to even manage to speak.

     

    She couldn't hold on anymore, and it all came spilling out. She squeaked as urine soaked her dress and her thighs, and soaked into the carpet. It felt so good to let go, and she slumped down against the side of the vehicle once her bladder was empty.

     

    Alan, who was still trying to maintain his control, finally relaxed. He moaned loudly as piss drenched his pants and his shoe, and he seemed perfectly content sitting in a puddle of his own urine afterwards.

     

    Kaylee couldn't help giving a breathless laugh when she heard the driver mutter something about those damn kids, but he was just going to have to get used to it—she got the feeling that she and Alan were going to have plenty more “contests” in the future.

  8. Turquoise was on her way to her next session with the Diamonds. Ever since returning to Homeworld, she had to re-learn everything she had forgotten, as well as learn about the new planets and sectors that the gems had taken control over. Emerald was accompanying her diamond, Turquoise was the only person she'd ever grown to love. Turquoise reciprocated those feelings, but could not show the diamonds. The Blue Gem refused to let Emerald get banished just because of her feelings. “Turquoise!”
    “Yes, Yellow Diamond?”
    “Pay attention! You're going to be helping us watch over these sectors. I want you to be useful, so don't go day dreaming. You may be a Diamond, but you still have a lot to learn.” Turquoise nodded her head. She stared back at Emerald. Wait until later, we'll talk about it later. The Blue Gem had to repeat to herself. Emerald already had an accident, if either of them did something wrong, it would be the end of their trip.

     


    Turquoise Has Some Fun


    “Turquoise?”
    “Yes Emerald?” Turquoise was busy, working on plans to make the star Ax9B466 useful as a gem colony.
    “Do you know why the diamonds w-”
    “Wanted to replace you with a Pearl?” The Blue Gem cut off Emerald's train of thought. “Yes. Are we to talk about it now? No.” Emerald pouted.
    “I've had enough! It's been eight months since we got back, yet you barely talk to me. You rarely even ask me a question, let alone tell me to do something! What's wrong?”
    “LATER!” Turquoise turned her head, staring at her Emerald. “I'll explain later. Emerald stared at the floor, nodding her head.
    “Ok.” Turquoise looked back to the console. She had to work, she had to impress the diamonds. The Blue Gem looked up in the corner of the room. A camera's right there. It might not be them, but I know someone's watching. Emerald stared into the corner, then back to Turquoise.
    “My Di-”
    “Don't ask.”

     

     


    Turquoise walked into her living quarters. She didn't need that much, so it was just a small room with a couch on it. As the Blue gem stepped inside, her Emerald followed quickly behind. “My Diamond, may I come in?”
    “Make yourself at home.” Emerald ran up to the Blue Gem and latched her arms around the Diamond she cared so much for.
    “I'm sorry for whatever I did, I just want to be happy with you.” Turquoise turned around and kissed her clueless Emerald.
    “We're constantly being watched, the only place I can be safe about us is here, or even at your quarters. Ever since we got back, after your little accident, Yellow Diamond has stopped approving of us, even more than usual.” Emerald kissed her diamond's cheek.
    “Don't worry a bit about her.” The small, Green Gem jumped up, an idea popping into her head. “I'll go get you a drink. You need one after such a long day of work!” Turquoise nodded her head, as Emerald ran to get a cup of alcohol for The Blue Gem. What is up with her? She's been so hyper since we got back. The Diamond thought quietly to herself, waiting for the Green Gem to get back.
    There was a sudden knock at the door. “You finally back with my drink?” Turquoise looked back at the door, where she saw Emerald being held by Yellow Diamond.
    “This is your runt, isn't she? Don't let her near the drinks again, she was trying to sneak out with two cups of alcohol.” Turquoise stared at Yellow Diamond.
    “Put her down, I ordered her to get both.” Yellow Diamond stared at the lowly Turquoise.
    “Fine!” Yellow Diamond threw the Emerald on the ground. “PEARL! Bring Turquoise the two drinks we confiscated!” A Yellow Pearl walked out from behind the Diamond, and handed a tray to Turquoise. It was a small, gray, metallic tray, housing two small cups of an orange substance.
    “Thank you. Now leave me. I wish to be alone, I need to talk some sense into this Emerald.”
    “Of course. But remember to meet me later, we must discuss our plans for the next planet.”

     

     


    “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” Turquoise yelled at the top of her lungs. She was running around the small area, making sure no one could watch, or listen in on their conversation.
    “I- You've just been working so hard, I wanted to get you the strong stuff.”
    “YOU GOT TWO CUPS! WE COULD'VE GOTTEN SHATTERED BECAUSE OF YOU BEING SO INCOMPETENT!” Emerald walked over to Turquoise.
    “My Diamond.” Turquoise looked down, only to see the top of Emerald's head. Emerald looked up, a smile in her eyes. “You have to try this shit, My Diamond.” Turquoise smiled, her smile turning into a chuckle. The chuckle turning quickly into a laugh.
    “You always know how to make me smile.” The Diamond turned around staring at the tray that was laid on the bed. She walked over, and grabbed one of the two cups, handing it to Emerald. “I know you wanted one, just take it.” Emerald blushed, nodding at her Lover's request. Slowly, she took the cup out of Turquoise's hand, and took small sips of it. Turquoise lifted the cup to her mouth, before whispering out the words, “To us.”

     

     


    Emerald was sitting on the bed, waiting for her Diamond to change. “Your meeting with Yellow D is soon.”
    “I know, I just need to find something decent to wear. These pictures aren't giving me anything to work with!” Emerald walked up to the wall, tons of human outfits were hung up by small thumbtacks.
    “How about you let me choose something?” Turquoise nodded.
    “If you choose something ugly, I'm gonna give you five across the ass.” Emerald chuckled.
    “Don't make me want to.” Turquoise walked over to, and jumped on, the bed. Emerald stared at the pictures, before ripping pieces off. She took a few pieces of tape, which was laying on the ground next to her, and put the pieces together. “How about this?”
    Turquoise looked at the crudely put together picture. There was a green skirt, with a ribbon tied around the waist. The shirt was short-sleeved, and had a blue color, with a dark green, sleeveless jacket over. There was a small green bow, barely even noticeable, locking a small bit of hair behind her head. “I believe the humans call that a pony tail. Don't know why. I just thought it looked nice.”
    “Let's drop the ponytail a bit, and we're good.” Emerald blushed, staring at Turquoise.
    “Let's get going, don't wanna be late.” Emerald smiled at her diamond. Turquoise went up in a flash, her clothes changing in an instant. She walked to the door, chuckling on her way. Emerald following close behind.
    “I'll give you that 5 later.”

     

     


    Emerald followed Turquoise, staying close behind. She didn't want anything bad happening to her, nor to herself. Turquoise kept her attention forward, her steps getting slower as she went along. Emerald had to help Turquoise stand up at times. Neither had any clue what was going on, but Turquoise had a feeling it was bad. Emerald stopped to think, then ran to catch up with Turquoise.
    “You drank the whole cup, didn't you?” Turquoise nodded.
    “Why?” Then, it hit her. The reason she was starting to loose control. She drank too much. “You gave me the strongest alcohol on homeworld. Now, I'm in dire need to piss.” As soon as it hit her, it started to dawn on her. What if I end up wetting in front of Yellow Diamond, she's going to have us both shattered. I can't do this. Turquoise kept walking, trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working. Her mind was focused on trying not to let her bowels take control of her. She was shaking, forcing her arms to stay still. Her body was swaying back and forth, her bladder full of liquid.
    “Turquoise, are yo-”
    “I'm alright, I'm fine. Let's just keep going.” Emerald blushed, she was only worried about if Turquoise was alright. She stared forward, looking at Turquoise.
    “Turquoise!”
    “I'm fine.” Turquoise stopped, her face starting to redden. She felt something starting to come out, small little spurts starting to flow from her crotch, out of her clothes. “Emerald, we have to find somewhere quiet, where we can be alone.”
    “Why?”
    “COME ON!” Turquoise grabbed Emerald's hand, as she started running. Every time her heel hit the ground, more came out. Every squirt was another slowdown point. Her bowels were acting up, her whole body was shaking, every step making it worse. Turquoise had to force herself not to burst, the pain was making her tense up, and almost made her break down. Her hands were locked in place, her mind focused on finding somewhere to pee.
    The Blue Gem tripped a few times, but Emerald was always sure to catch her. They had to keep running, Turquoise was loosing patience. She had to find somewhere, anywhere, that she could go in peace. The two gems stopped running, Turquoise turning back towards Emerald. “Do you see anywhere?” Emerald looked around, shaking her head afterward. “Come on, there has to be some place. Anywhere.” Turquoise pulled Emerald along, starting into a sprint, when she lost it.
    “Tur- My Diamond, are you ok?” The Blue Gem fell to the ground, her breath was getting heavier. Everyone turned their attention to the Diamond who had just fell. Her clothes were wet, extremely wet. Everyone could see dark spots on her dress.
    “Pick me up.”
    “What?”
    “I said, PICK ME UP!” The Emerald did as she was told. “Now take me home. I need some rest.” Emerald nodded, then jumped over the crowd, running as fast as she could back to Turquoise's quarters.

     

     


    Once the two got back, Turquoise sat down in the corner. “I know what it must have felt like, to pee in front of all those people.” Emerald blushed, Turquoise stared into her Emerald's face. “I won't let it happen again. Turquoise started to push herself up, she let out one single squirt, then she fell back to the floor. Emerald sat down, there was nothing they could do but wait. Turquoise started to let out tears., slowly letting them become audible. “There was nothing I could do. I let this happen, now we're both dead. What's wrong with me?” Emerald hopped down and hugged her Turquoise tight.
    “Nothing is, you did nothing wrong. If we have to, we can leave together. I won't let them harm you.” Turquoise smiled, and wrapped her arms around Emerald.
    “LET ME THROUGH DAMMIT!” Yellow diamond was right outside, ready to break a gem. Turquoise let go, and pushed Emerald away. Emerald jumped into the kitchen, pretending to get look for something. Yellow Diamond pushed through the door. “TURQUOISE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! WHY IS EVERYONE RIGHT OUTSIDE?” Turquoise blushed, she had nothing to say, it was just a matter of time. The sooner Yellow D. left, the sooner she could go in peace.
    “She-”
    “QUIET! You lowly emerald. I should shatter you for all the problem's you've caused me, for all the distractions you gave your diamond. I'll deal with you later.” The Big Yellow Gem turned around. “I want you to come with me right now, Turquoise! You're going to discuss this planet with-” Turquoise let out a moan. She couldn't hold it any longer, her bowels were beyond full, her stomach was cramping up, her legs were shaking, her arms grabbing her crotch.
    Turquoise tried to force herself up, but she kept falling back down. She couldn't let another leak escape, she wouldn't. Her mind filled with the want to piss, her face turned red, she was sweating, Emerald was running over to her, and Turquoise let it all out.
    Her muscles gave out, her mind went blank, she went limp, as she let every last bit of liquid flow out. She let her mind empty out, as her crotch got wetter, and warmer. As every second passed, her legs felt warm, the floor starting to fill with her pee. This is the sweet relief I've been looking for. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts fill with nothing but bliss. Her bladder was already half empty, and she didn't want to stop there. She let go of her crotch, and let her arms fall to each side. Emerald jumped on her, hugging her like they would never see each other again. Turquoise smiled, took Emerald's hand, and pushed her crotch in with it. The Blue Gem felt as her pee started to flow out faster, stronger, in an even larger stream. She felt the puddle under her getting bigger and bigger. Everything was blank for one moment, as she let out one loud, shameless, moan. The puddle under her had reached out towards Yellow Diamond, Emerald laid her head on Turquoise's chest. Turquoise felt nothing but bliss, her arms instinctively went around Emerald, her face full of tears.
    “Don't let me go.”
    “Never, My Diamond.” Then, Emerald disappeared, her gem falling on Turquoise's chest. Yellow Diamond was visibly pissed.
    “You have disgraced all of us. I will have both of you shattered!” Turquoise looked at the Emerald on her chest, she stood up, and yelled at the Giant Yellow Gem.
    “WHY! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TRY TO SHATTER HER! SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!”
    “You both have disgraced us, I will not let either of you leave.” Turquoise ran out of the building, Trying to find a place she could be alone. Overall, she just needed a way to get off this miserable planet. She looked around, holding the Green Gem in her hand.
    “I won't let anyone hurt you. Never again.” Turquoise looked up, and saw an old gem ship. Let's get out of here. Turquoise climbed on the ship, and made her way to the front. Starting it up, the ship lifted itself off the ground, before taking off towards earth, the only planet that Turquoise could think to go. “We'll be there soon, I promise.”

     


    Author's note: I'm done. I'm moving on to other things. I love writing, but writing about one thing gets old. I'll see you guys in other stories, and future SU stories. ♥

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    Chapter 1 - The Coffee Did It!


    Klein sat up in bed and yawned. He had the whole day in front of him, and he knew it was going to be an important day. He pulled on some jeans, then combed his medium-short black hair. Klein put on a shirt, then a jacket, and stuffed some contraptions, paper, and other things into his pockets. Today was Klein’s high school graduation day. After he graduated, he’d be given an assignment. He’d worked hard for this day, and headed out of his apartment with great anticipation.
    Sara lay in bed. And yawned. She knew today was going to be a big day. She was a little worried, though. Today she turned from a sophomore into a junior. This was the day she’d be assigned a mentor - someone who’d already graduated - to teach her. What if Sara didn’t like her? What if the mentor didn’t like Sara? She decided that the best thing she could do would be to make a good first impression. She brushed her shoulder-length brown hair, put on a bit of makeup, pulled on her skirt, and slipped on her shirt. Sara checked herself in the mirror. Butt covered enough by skirt? Check. Decently large breasts accentuated by shirt? Check. She made sure to drink a bit of coffee before she finally ventured out of her dorm, and made a beeline for school.

     

    A few hours later…

     

    “Congratulations to you all! I hope you do your best, and have a wonderful new school year!” The principal’s voice boomed through the loudspeakers. “Route Primary Magic is glad to have you all as students!”
    Did I forget to mention this was a Magic school? And that Klein, Sara, and all the other students are Magicians? Everyone had just moved up a grade, and the second half of the school year was starting.
    “Students!” The principal called. “Please go quickly to your respective sign-up areas. “Graduates to Assignment Receiving. Juniors to Mentoring. Sophomores to special course sign-up. Freshmen to orientation and physical exams.”
    Sara filed out the door with the other students, and proceeded to wait in a large room until she got her mentor. All the other juniors were there, too. There were only about fifty of them, and most people knew most other people. “I hope we all get the same mentor!” Sara heard a group of friends saying.
    The speakers crackled. “Sara Ari. Sara Ari. Please come to the office to receive your mentor.”

     

    In another part of the school...

     

    “What?” Klein said.
    “I know, I know. It is highly irregular.” It was the principal. Klein and him were fairly close. Sorta.
    “Yeah, but I wanted something exciting to be my first assignment. This is below my level. I can do more.”
    “Yes, I understand. Nevertheless, our assigned person mysteriously vanished in some freak accident. The post needs to be filled.”
    Klein thought for a bit. “How much does it pay?”
    The principal motioned for Klein to lean in, and whispered in his ear.
    Klein grinned. “Okay. I accept.”

     

    Where Sara is...

     

    Sara walked down the hall to the office. She wondered how long it would take. And how long it was going to take to get through ALL the juniors. She also thought that she needed to pee.
    Sara pushed open the office door, and walked in. Sitting behind the desk was a woman that Sara assumed was the Post-Graduation Agency chairwoman. She’d never seen her in person, but she was in the news all the time. “Please, have a seat. We’re currently finishing our negotiations with your mentor.”
    Sara sat down in a chair opposite the Chairwoman. Sara shook with excitement. This could be really good or really bad, she thought.
    “Would you like some coffee while you wait?” The Chairwoman asked.
    Sara thought of her bladder. It wasn’t too bad, but she didn’t want to be drinking. “Uh, well, you don’t have to…”
    “No, no! I insist. I really do. It’s quite good.”
    Sara gave in. “Alright. I’ll have a cup.”
    The Chairwoman made a very large cup of coffee, and watched eagerly to see if Sara liked it. Sara obligingly gulped it down. “It’s good!” Sara said.
    The Chairwoman’s phone buzzed. “Oh, here’s your mentor! Come in!”
    Sara hoped her mentor was beautiful and kind. Klein walked in. Sara practically screamed! “WHAT! But, but, but…”
    “This is your mentor, Sara!”
    “Nice to meet you,” said Klein.
    Sara recovered. “I thought my mentor was supposed to be a g-girl! Am I still going to live with him like a normal mentor!”
    “Yep.” said both the Chairwoman and Klein.
    Suddenly, a strong urge washed over Sara. She had to pee. Badly. She clenched her muscles, and barely stopped herself from grabbing down there. “S-so, what’s the plan?”
    “Well,” said Klein. “Since school’s out for the rest of the day, I figured you’d come get moved in.”
    Klein and Sara left the office. “Have fun, you two!” said the Chairwoman. “And Klein, try to restrain yourself. She’s young, you know.”
    Sara shivered. She wasn’t sure it was because she had to pee, or because of that comment. “Uh, K-Klein? Can… can I stop by…”
    “No, no. We’ve got to hurry before lunch hour traffic starts.”

     

    Before she knew it, Sara had been whisked away to Klein’s car, and they raced down the highway. “You know,” Sara remarked between pee urges. “You seem pretty normal for a graduate Magician.”
    “Well, I guess I’m just boring like that.” Klein laughed.
    Finally, they pulled up to Klein’s apartment. It wasn’t much, but it looked fairly nice all the same.
    Klein got out of the car, walked around, and held the door open for Sara. She was a little afraid she wouldn’t be able to get up without wetting herself, but she stayed strong and stepped out of the car. Klein led the way, saying, “I live on the second floor, five doors down.” Sara walked up the stairs with him. Every step jiggled her filling bladder. Once she even moaned a bit, but she played it off as the stairs creaking. As she walked the last few steps to Klein’s door, her skirt dug into her bladder, and she had to try her hardest not to grab herself.
    Klein reached down in his pockets for his key. “Oh, crap. I left my key in the car. Hold on, I’ll go get it.” Klein turned to head back down.
    Sara wasn’t going to last much longer. She grabbed herself and bent over slightly, trying to relieve the pressure. Her legs trembled with effort. Klein turned and came back up the stairs. He’d only been gone a few seconds.
    He laughed. “Yeah, just kidding. I didn’t actually leave... “ Klein paused. “What are you doing?”
    Sara turned bright red. “I, uh, well…” she couldn’t really lie at this point. “I-I’m really about to pee.”
    “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t notice. You can go as soon as we get inside.”
    Sara relaxed. “Thanks. But let’s hurry. I seriously have to go.”
    Klein stopped. He tensed. “Hold on.” He squinted, looking into the distance. “Move!” He shoved Sara out of the way as a giant creature crashed right through the apartment stairs. It was a golem, a being created and controlled by a Magician. “Not good.” Klein said. The golem pulled itself out of the hole it had made in the stairs. Klein turned to Sara. “Stay here. I’ll deal with it.” He jumped off the apartment balcony and into the street below.
    The golem ignored Klein. In a gravelly, robotic voice, it said. “Target acquired. Sara Ari. Proceeding to initiate protocol 007.” “Not on my watch!” Klein yelled. He ran up and kicked the golem in the shin. “Damage to main support. Eliminating threat.” The golem bent down to grab Klein, but he jumped back. The golem followed.
    Klein faced down the golem in the middle of the street. It was like some weird superhero showdown. Sara stared in horror. Klein may be a graduate, but that didn’t make him powerful. “Klein, run!” She yelled. In her fear she forgot her bladder’s needs.
    “Don’t worry. I got this!” Klein yelled back.
    The golem raised its fist. It swung at Klein. Soon he’d be a grease spot on the pavement. His career ruined before it even started.
    Or not.
    Klein had caught the golem’s fist. The golem was stopped in its tracks. Klein stepped back. Sara could just barely hear him saying, “I present my awesomeness to be an offering. This sword shall cut for justice and stuff!”
    That was no incantation Sara had heard before, but it worked.
    A huge fiery blade appeared in Klein’s hand. With a mighty stroke, Klein swung it right into the golem’s face. Now his face was gone, and the golem was on fire. Unfortunately, it was still alive. The golem charged at Klein once more. Klein vaulted into the air, and sprung off the golem’s chest. He placed some paper there that Sara had never seen before. “Burst!” Said Klein.
    For a second, the golem seemed to be sucked in towards itself, but then it exploded in a shockwave of light and color. The wave travelled even to where Sara was, knocking her down. And…she wet herself. The blast had knocked the pee right out of her. I shouldn’t have drunk all that coffee, she thought.

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    “I can’t believe this was the best idea I could come up with…” The petite detective looked over the small, padded object she held in her hands. Her outlines for the way she would best hide her identity while attending Yasogami high for her work were almost flawless, except one thing. Being disguised as a boy meant she wouldn’t be able to use the girl’s bathroom without giving herself away, and the boy’s bathroom carried too high a risk with the way it was set up. She was also cursed with a notoriously small bladder, meaning holding it throughout the day probably wouldn’t work in her favor. With no other options, she went to the nearest pharmacy and bought some of the ‘protective undergarments’ that were made for young girls who still wet the bed. With her small stature, it would be no problem to fit into one of them, and to hide it under her school uniform.

    Naoto shook her head, still a bit reluctant, but knowing she was too far into her plans to afford a mistake now. Gradually, she slipped off her pants and panties, then just stood there for a couple of seconds. She hadn’t worn one of these things since she was, well, an infant. It would absolutely be a foreign sensation, especially if she actually used it. Sighing loudly, she slipped up the undergarment, securing it over her slim waist as if it were just a thicker pair of panties. Looking back at the clock, she saw much more time had passed than she thought. “Oh no. I need to hurry.” As quick as she could, she pulled her pants back on, and slipped on some shoes, before running out the door. How bad it would’ve been if she were late to her very first day at school.

     


    So far the plan had gone off without a hitch. Naoto sat in her seat for her 3rd class of the day, and so far, no complications had arisen with either her disguise or her new undergarments. In fact, she’d all but forgotten the thing pull ups she wore underneath. In fact, if it wasn’t for the slight twinge in her bladder reminding her of what she had to use for a bathroom, she’d have forgotten the entire thing. Regardless, the young detective continued to pay attention to the teacher as she taught her lessons, not paying too much heed to everything. As the clock continued to tick down, the feeling in her bladder rose, and was still rising quite fast.

    Naoto looked at the clock. 15 minutes left. I can make it that long. She didn’t want to cause a disruption in class by asking to go to the toilet, especially with such a little amount of time left. Even though she had planned ahead by donning the absorbent garment currently hidden by her pants, it was far above her to use it this soon. Even if the bathrooms were out of the equation, since lunch was next period, perhaps she could use the commotion and noise to slip off behind a bush and quickly relieve herself. While humiliating, it is steps ahead of peeing myself. Naoto thought to herself. She’d had enough of being called childish, which is why she bought the slightly oversized garment adorning her groin, as it was the most adult kind of incontinence garment she could that was close to her size.

    Getting increasingly more desperate, she began rubbing her legs together, hoping the movement would dull the increasing pressure. Her eyes turned yet again to the clock in the room, and she prayed this would be almost over. 11 minutes… Come on, hurry up! Time seemed to move even slower, the hands of the clock mocking her with every slow tick. Deciding it’d probably go quicker if she actually paid attention, she directed herself as best she could to listening to the teacher. She narrowed her eyes at the board, focusing entirely on what was written there as a means of distraction. The teacher’s words even became a mess of jumbled noises, Naoto focusing too hard to be able to care. Unfortunately for her, with her center of attention having moved entirely to the board, she’d relaxed a bit on her groin, and she felt a small warmth escape her. Her focus was instantly brought back down upon her bladder, which was now demanding release.

    Again she looked to the clock. The hands had only moved an extra 2 minutes. There was no way Naoto was going to win this fight. Thinking quickly, she knew the best way to do this would be to go as slow as possible, to allow it to soak up, and hopefully it wouldn’t leak. She relaxed her bladder a bit more, and yellow liquid began to flow. Caught off guard by the unexpected increase of flow, Naoto gasped lightly and tried to close her muscles a little tighter. The stream slowed a bit, to her relief, and the dark haired girl sat there, wetting herself entirely in secret. This is… Warm. An obvious thought, but for Naoto, who hadn’t had an accident since her very early childhood, it was a completely new sensation. And with how her first day has went, she’d have to get used to it if she wanted to keep her disguise without humiliating herself.

    Once her peeing had come to a complete end, her hands shot down to the groin area of her pants, and she felt around for any signs of wetness. Good. No leaks. Her eyes returned to the clock, which now signaled that there were only 5 minutes left. The nervous student looked back to the teacher, paying the rest of her attention to the end of the lecture before the bell rang. Naoto sat there and waited until almost everybody else had left, then slowly stood up and made her exit.

    Lunch flew by in a breeze. Too preoccupied in the morning with her new article of clothing, Naoto had forgotten to make herself a lunch, and instead had to order something from the cafeteria. Still thoroughly stressed by her classroom accident, she ate quickly, and had finished her meal in scant minutes. Still squishing around in a wet pull-up, it was around that time that a major problem she’d overlooked came to mind. How am I going to change out of this? For one who’d prepared for every contingency to forget such a simple task, well, it was ludicrous! Even if she thought of how to sneak into a place where she’d have the privacy to dispose of her wet diaper, she had no spare underpants at all, and there was no way she was going to go commando in school.

    Thankfully for the forgetful detective, the rest of the day went smoothly. The next 3(?) periods went off without a hitch, and she sat in the last 10 minutes of her final class, attentively reading her book since the teacher had decided to end the lecture 12 minutes early. A slight grumbling in her abdomen had her worried for the past 30 minutes, but so close to release meant she probably wouldn’t have to worry. She continued reading through the pages, and time passed by almost in a blink, with no more potty problems to plague her. Sure enough, the bell rang, and this time to signal the end of the day.

    Rather, her problems would begin now. As soon as Naoto went to stand up, a sharp cramp hit her. Though her stomach hadn’t felt too bad, as soon as she got up, the magnitude of pain multiplied sharply, much to her chagrin. Her hand instinctively ran down to her abdomen, and she tried rubbing it to make the sudden bodily interruption go away. While it didn’t leave entirely, it calmed down enough that Naoto could stand up straight, and slightly waddle out of class, on the way home to get some regular panties back on. She walked down the stairs, and out the double doors of her school, somewhat symbolizing her freedom from the strange peeing ordeal.

    Walking through the gate of Yasogami, the sudden cramp came back, and even worse this time. To her horror, she felt her bowels churn, and all the pieces fell into place. Oh no… I can’t do… That in my pants! And especially not in public! The urgency was rising with every second, and Naoto shimmied off to the more secluded areas nearby, hoping she’d at least be able to pull her pants off and go in the bushes or something. Hurrying out of the sight of her fellow students, she looked for a shadowy place and rushed as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, considering she had to hold her legs together so the mass of feces wouldn’t escape prematurely. A couple steps from her destination, and a tiny sense of relief washed over her for how close she was. That was all it needed.

    The detective’s clenched anus finally let loose, and a loud cacophony of farts announced the introduction of Naoto’s former lunch into her diaper. Soft, mushy poo flowed out from her anus, completely unrestricted, and caused a minor bulge to appear in the back of her pants. Restricted by the tight waistline, the still moving feces began to spread through any places it could find within her pull up, mixing with the now dried urine from earlier in the day. Grunting hard, she gave up any chance of making it out clean, and decided it would be well worth the effort to just finish up and get home to a clean shower. Some more thick squelching noises made her pooping known, until finally, a spluttering moment of flatulence signaled the end of her ordeal.

    Panting heavily, Naoto moved a very tentative hand to the back of her pants, and slipped one hand down them to feel the back of her diaper. Still in a dreamlike state, the feeling of warm mush confirmed her worst fears. She’d just had a poopy accident right in front of the school. Miraculously, the padding held it all, for the moment, and her next course of action would be to get the heck out of dodge, the remains of her dignity hopefully intact.

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    So this is my first story on here. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it...

     

     


    I should never have done it, but I just couldn’t help myself. The danger, the thrill of getting caught. It was just too tempting.

     

    I should fill you in; my name is Allie and I’m 18. I’ve been with my boyfriend Cal for a while now – long enough to know what gets us both excited. To know how to make a little fun sometimes. And what I’ve found that Cal enjoys, is a dare. He loves to make bets with me that we both know he has a fair chance of winning, but I’m such a sucker for him, I do it anyway.

     

    So today’s dare went a little something like this:

     

    ‘Hey princess.’ His arms wrapped around my waist as I stood in front of the mirror. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back into his warmth.
    ‘Hi there babe.’ I could already see the mischievous sparkle in his beautiful eyes. ‘Why don’t you let me know what I’m in for today?’ I asked and his smile grew. ‘I’m up for a little fun.’
    ‘I was hoping to hear you say that.’ He replied. ‘Your parents are going to be expecting us soon.’ He pressed down lightly on my bladder and I bit my lip. ‘Your mum’s cooking smells amazing.’
    ‘Get to the point.’ I turned in his arms and he smiled, ducking his head down to kiss me.
    ‘The point?’ he repeated. ‘The point is that I’m officially forbidding you from going anywhere near that toilet today.’ My stomach flipped in exhilaration. ‘If you even think about it princess, I’m going to have to punish you.’ my panties immediately flooded with my excitement.
    ‘But you wouldn’t hurt your baby, would you now daddy?’ I asked and he shook his head.
    ‘Don’t give me a reason to.’ He replied.

     

    *

     

    And now here I am. He’s been plying me with water all day long, and he knows what’s going on. Cal has a way of knowing exactly what I’m feeling just by looking in my eyes. He can tell how excited and desperate I get, and I know he gets off on it as well as I do.
    ‘For my princess.’ He sinks down beside me on the sofa, handing me a glass. He throws his arm casually around me and I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. I shift a little and try to find a better position. ‘Ok?’ he questions innocently.
    ‘I need to pee.’ I murmur quietly in his ear and I know he’s grinning that shitty grin he has. The “I know I’ve won” grin. ‘I’m serious.’
    ‘I’m glad you’re all good.’ He answers, ignoring me totally. ‘Come here.’ He tugs lightly and I shift to sit on his lap, leaning into his warm chest. ‘If you have to pee, I guess you’ll just have to do it.’ He raises an eyebrow, kissing my cheek. ‘Cold?’ he asks innocently.
    ‘Freezing.’ I answer and he smirks, pulling a blanket over the both of us. ‘Babe.’ I sigh. As much as I whine, I love the feeling.
    I love the way it feels having a full bladder. I love knowing that everything I’ve been drinking, throughout the whole day, it’s all building up in my bladder. And I’m terribly aware of it. Every time I move, or breathe, or blink. Everything I do, I can feel the urge to pee building. Slowly... slowly...
    ‘Allie?’ I look up at my boyfriend, and then at my parents. ‘They were asking about our summer plans.’ He repeats for my benefit.
    ‘Oh, summer?’ I nod. ‘Right. Sorry. In a world of my own.’ And then, below the blanket, he presses down on my bladder. The little shit. ‘Uh.. We’re, uh-’
    ‘Tell them, baby.’ Cal teases and I swallow hard. Do not, under any circumstances, let your parents know about the gorgeous ache in your bladder. Don’t let them know that you’re gushing with the excitement. Don’t let them know how horny you are right now.
    ‘We’re, uh, we’re going to..’ he presses down harder and I bite my lip hard.
    ‘Are you ok, sweetie?’ mum questions, concern written over her face. I just nod in response. ‘Are you sure? You look a little off today love.’ She comments.
    ‘I’m ok.’ I assure her.
    ‘She just needs to make sure she’s drinking up.’ Cal pushes the glass towards my lips and I have no choice but to down the liquid. ‘See? All better.’ he says and I nod.
    ‘All better.’ I agree. ‘I just need to.. lay my head down. I’ll be fine.’ I rest my head on his shoulder again. ‘I’m going to pee.’ I sigh and he rubs my stomach slowly, inching his hand down between my legs. ‘Please don’t, I’ll pee.’ He undoes my jeans, his fingers worming their way beneath my panties and causing a delicious tingle to run through my body.
    Holy shit!
    The throbbing of my wet pussy is making me wriggle, which is giggling my bladder. I’m going to pee, I don’t think I can hold it much longer. I can hear my loved ones talking around me, but I can’t focus on their conversations.
    God, Cal’s hand. His fingers are teasing my wet pussy and I think I’m going to cum. Or pee. Or both. His hands are magical, I can’t breathe. My bladder is so full, I think I’m about to burst. Everything’s so much, I need to breathe. I try to push his hand away, but all that succeeds in doing is making him push a little harder on my bladder. Shit.
    ‘Babe.’ I bury my face in his neck.
    ‘Do it, princess.’ He kisses my hair and whispers quietly. ‘You know you need to. Just pee. They’ll never know.’ He encourages. ‘Go.’
    I can’t help myself. The feeling of his hand on my bladder, his fingers teasing my wet pussy and the liquid just waiting to be released. It’s all too much. I bite down lightly on the soft skin of his neck so that I don’t make a sound, and he shivers beneath me, his cock growing in its tight confines.
    ‘Oh.’ I sigh. It’s such a delicious feeling, the warm liquid finally escaping from within me, seeping through my panties and jeans, and I know that Cal’s crotch is going to be soaked through too. I’m amazed that no-one can hear it, I can’t even control it anymore. It just keeps coming, soaking me completely, down my thighs towards my knees. The warmth is so beautiful.
    Oh, and Cal’s hand. Right in the way of the stream. He just keeps teasing and fingering, slow and lazy. He knows that it’s not enough. He knows that it’s just going to keep me on the edge but he never once changes pace. He keeps stroking and teasing. He dips a finger inside me, but retracts it immediately.
    ‘Sweetie you look exhausted.’ Mum comments as my stream finally subsides and I slump against Cal. He caresses my hair softly with his free hand.
    ‘I think it’s about time we all went to bed.’ He comments. We say goodnight to my parents and he waits until they’re out of the room before he looks at me.
    ‘Oops?’ I say weakly and he just laughs.
    ‘Oops.’ He repeats. ‘We might have to think about getting my baby into nappies huh?’ he teases.
    ‘Just as long as my daddy takes care of me.’ I agree and he grins mischievously.
    ‘Well that’s an idea for another time.’ he says. ‘For now, let’s see if I can take care of my little baby’s pleasure, shall we?’

     

    .....

     

    I can’t wait for his next dare.

  9. Hey guys! Just want to apologise for how long this took to write. I went through a long period of doubting my stories and then I was exceptionally busy. I can't promise anymore after this, however I may return to it or do more original content in the future. For now, I hope you all enjoy this:

     

     

    Chapter III: The Ultimate Fantasy

     

    Thomas and Emily had been planning this for several weeks; yet were still nervous about what they were going to do. It could easily backfire and Emily in particular could lose a good friend of hers if it did. However, if it succeeded, their "experimentations" could become a whole lot more interesting:

     

    Thomas had told Emily several of his fantasies, including her losing control in public, giving him a golden shower and her wetting herself in school uniform. However, his ultimate fantasy was to have a threesome: specifically one between two girls who had wet themselves prior/during. Emily had initially been shocked by the suggestion but had warmed and eventually agreed to it, however there was the obvious problem of finding another participant. To get someone for a threesome in the small town they lived in would be hard enough: to find one who enjoyed what they were into... neither had been initially hopeful of success. However, after weeks of discrete inquiry, Emily believed she may have found the person:

     

    Alice Miller. 16 years old, Blonde, small but perky breasted, with a slim figure that boys frequently ogled her for. A good friend of Emily's, she was a shy girl; who Emily suspected of being a closeted bisexual. She had admitted to Emily that she had had a crush on Thomas, however more often than not, Lucy noticed Alice checking other girl's out when they went to the shops or movies together. While this may have made her a suitable candidate for that, there was nothing to indicate that she was into omorashi: until 2 weeks ago.

     

    Emily and Alice were coming home from the movies, when Emily had felt her need to use the bathroom grow quickly. This hadn't been planned as Thomas wasn't with her that day and she wasn't trying to test Alice: it was a genuine desperation. Making her way home; most of the journey her hand jammed between her jeans, she'd noticed Alice staring at her several times in ways that looked remarkably familiar to how Thomas looked at her when she was on the verge of an accident. However, what really had convinced her that Alice might be into wetting was what happened next.

     

    Emily had fought to get to her bathroom in time; saving herself from a genuinely humiliating accident in front of her friend. However, as she reached the bathroom door, she froze. It was what many people did seconds before being overwhelmed with desperation and Emily was no different. She had moaned, cursing several times as she began to lose control and her need took control. She could only take a single step forwards as she began to wet herself, pee soaking into her jeans and forming a puddle around her. She had been upset; though not to the extent a non-omo enthusiast would be, however as she looked round, she saw Alicia was breathing heavily and looked flustered. The zip on her skirt was also half undone, whereas before it had been fully done, suggesting she had recently loosened it. Had Alice become aroused by watching her have an accident?

     

    She didn't dare ask in that moment however further probing had shown that Alice definitely didn't mind raising the topic of accidents, telling Emily several of her own over the next week. Once Thomas found out about it, he and Emily had set up a plan that could allow them to engage in a very wet of very fun threesome... or, could ruin her entire friendship with Alice if she was wrong.

     

    Today Alice would be turning up to spend the night at Thomas's with Emily; his parents away on a business trip for the week, ensuring total privacy for the three of them.

     

    The doorbell rang suddenly, startling and quickly exciting both of them. Racing to greet her, they welcomed Alice in and set their plan in motion:

     

    Emily had made all of them drinks and into Alice's drink she placed two laxatives, designed to flush out the bladder in three hours time when taken in pairs. However, Emily also did the same for herself; except giving herself six laxatives. While their plan was to make Alice desperate and eventually lose control, they knew they couldn't just make her feel an increased need to use the toilet and wait: she would just get up and use the bathroom. Even with her natural shyness, she wasn't stubborn and would get up long before her need overwhelmed her. So, they had had to come up with a different idea.

     

    Over the next hour, both girls began to feel an increased need to use the toilet, however while Alice used the bathroom twice; apologising for her increased need, Emily hid her need for as long as possible. However, by the two hour mark, it was impossible not to show signs of desperation. She was fidgeting frequently and had crossed her legs. Eventually, Alice picked up on it:

     

    "Emily, do you need to use toilet?".
    "Yeah, a little but not that badly. I can wait till the movie's over".

     

    In reality however, Emily was already bursting and knew that she wouldn't make it another hour; not that she was trying. However, she was waiting for something and it was the next sign of Alice needing to go. It came thirty-two minutes later; just in time, as Emily felt by that point that she was minutes away from an accident. However, the first stage of their plan had worked: Alice was now fidgeting uncomfortably, however she clearly didn't want to get up to use the bathroom; after Emily said she could hold back her own need. However, she knew this shyness wouldn't hold out, so Emily waited another minute, then gasped loudly, attracting Alice and Thomas's attention:

     

    "Oh god, I can't hold it!" screeched Emily, jumping to her feet. A streak of urine worked it's way down her leg; a genuine leak she had been unable to hold back.
    "Emily, why didn't you go earlier?!" asked Thomas; pretending to be shocked.
    "I thought I could hold it. Oh god, I'm about to have an accident. Please don't let me wet myself".

     

    Emily began to run towards the bathroom, closely followed by Alice and Thomas; however she had no intention of making it. In a move mirroring her first accident in front of Alice, she froze in front of the bathroom door as her legs began to shake violently and she froze still:

     

    "Oh god, I can't hold it! I can't hold it! I'm wetting myself!".

     

    Emily was deliberately over-egging her reaction to try and provoke a reaction, however her desperation was completely genuine and as she let go, her sense of relief was a genuine as as any accident. Her legs were drenched in urine as streams covered them, flowing rapidly onto the floor and forming a puddle around her. Her panties rubbed nicely against her clit and she had to resist the urge to slip her hand underneath her skirt; instead falling to her knees into her puddle, pretending to act ashamed.

     

    "I can't believe I just did that! I'm so sorry! I feel like such a baby!".
    "Emily don't worry about it, everyone has accidents" assured Thomas; observing Alice's own reaction.
    "Exactly, I promise I won't tell anyone" said Alice kindly.

     

    In that moment, Thomas was absolutely certain she was into wetting: her face was bright red and having learned how to spit it from Emily, could even seen that Alice's breasts had perked up; a sure sign of arousal. She was also shaking slightly and both suspected she would have been much more visibly if she wasn't trying to hide her arousal. Emily and Thomas shared a quick hidden smile with each other, then put the next phase into action: Emily asked to be left alone to clean herself up, which meant taking up the only bathroom in the house. Normally, Emily would have showered and been out in ten minutes; however instead she ran herself a bath and deliberately planned to take far longer than usual.

     

    Once Thomas had cleaned up Emily's accident, he and Alice went to sit in the lounge; exchanging small-talk which gradually became more relaxed over the next half hour. However, Thomas was most interested in observing her desperation and saw it steadily climb. While clearly reluctant to show her need in front of Thomas, she gradually became more visibly desperate until it had gotten to the point where she had her foot pressed up against her thigh and was rhythmically rocking back and forth.

     

    "Thomas?".
    "Yes?".
    "Is Emily done in the bathroom yet, because I really need to go" said Alice apologetically.
    "Nah, not yet but I can go and hurry her up if you're about to have an accident?".

     

    Alice blushed scarlett red.

     

    "N-no, it's not that bad, I can wait".

     

    However, this was clearly a lie and within ten minutes, she was starting to shake violently; a sure sign of an imminent accident. Her legs were rapidly clacking together and her hands were stuffed inside her skirt; holding herself without shame.

     

    "I can't hold it, I need to go now!".

     

    Alice jumped up and began to run to the bathroom; closely followed by Thomas.

     

    "Emily, please, hurry up in there! I need to go so badly! I'm about to have an accident!".

     

    As if one cue, her knees folded forwards and a stream fell onto the floor, causing Alice to gasp.

     

    "Oh my god Thomas, I'm so sorry, I'll clean that up, I promise! Emily, please, get out of there. I'm wetting myself!".

     

    She began to pound violently on the door with one hand, holding herself tightly with the other. However, after several seconds, it was clear she had reached her limit as her breaths became shallow, her eyes dilated and after a loud gasp; followed by a single moment of silence, her control began to break.

     

    Alice could feel herself losing control before Thomas could see it, the pee soaking her knickers and skirt; drenching her hands which were now uselessly becoming soaked as she completely wet herself. Her stream was loud and powerful, streaming over her legs with furious intensity as tears filled her eyes. Moaning loudly, she fell to her knees, shaking in her steadily increasing puddle. Anyone else would have assumed it was out of relief and mortification, however Thomas and Emily; who was listening through the bathroom door knew different: Alice had just had an orgasm; even if unintentional and this was the final confirmation they needed that she shared their fetish.

     

    Emily opened the bathroom door and began to comfort their friend as Thomas looked towards Alice lustfully. His love would always be reserved for Emily, however right now, he wanted nothing more than to pin Alice against the wall, rip off her soaking wet clothes and make passionate love to her. Emily knew as much and knew now was the time to admit what they had done.

     

    "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to have an accident. I knew I had to go and... I'm so stupid!" said Alicia; almost in tears.
    "Alice, it wasn't your fault. You wouldn't have had had an accident if it wasn't for what we did".
    "I should have been able to hold it, you were almost finished in the bathroo-".
    "-No, I don't mean that. You were so desperate, because of what we did".
    "W-what do you mean?" asked Alice confusedly.
    "Alice, we think you like watching people wet themselves; maybe even doing so yourself as well".
    "H-How do you-".
    "-And we wanted to let you know...".
    "So do we" finished Thomas, as Alice looked at both of them in shock.
    "But... how did you make me have an accident?".
    "We put laxatives in your drink" admitted Emily. "We knew you'd never admit it normally and we still weren't sure if you were into it. But, considering the fact you just had an orgasm, we're pretty sure you are now".
    "O-oh, you noticed that" said Alice guiltily, the slightest of guilty smiles visible on her lips.
    "We did and that's another reason why we invited you here today. Me and Thomas have been... fulfilling, each other's fantasies recently, a lot of which as you can guess revolve around wetting and plenty around sex. Today's was both. We wanted to know, whether you'd like to join us".
    "Join you?" asked Alicia dumbly.

     

    Neither could think of a gentler way to put it, so after several seconds, Thomas gave up trying.

     

    "Will you have sex with us?".

     

    Alice stared at the two people surrounding her as if seeing them for the first time; a look of complete shock on her face.

     

    "You don't have to if you don't want to" said Emily, feeling guilty for what they had put her through. "We're sorry we manipulated you, however we have to admit... I think we all found that really hot".
    "I don't think i've ever been hornier" said Thomas, Alice noticing the significant bulge through his white shorts. She had wanted for a long time to see it and she also found Emily attractive; even though she had never planned to admit either things. However, while still feeling embarrassed from her accident and shocked at these revelations, she could also feel a growing arousal inside of her, as her wet pink kickers began to dampen anew; for a very different reason.

     

    "You really want to... with me?"

     

    Emily and Thomas nodded.

     

    "... Should I get changed first?".

     

    Emily and Thomas both had huge smiles on their faces and a hunger in their eyes.

     

    "That won't be necessary" said Thomas eagerly, pulling Alice up off the floor. Grabbing her in his arms, he kicked open the door to his bedroom and began to kiss her; his hands already fumbling to remove her blouse. Emily approached her from behind and began rubbing her stomach while kissing her neck, causing her to moan loudly pleasure. Tearing off her blouse, he spared no mercy for her frilly pink bra either and stared briefly at her breasts, before putting one inside his mouth and taking the other in his hand; gently caressed it, occasional flicking her pink tip; something Emily loved and to his great delight, Alice also adored, her nipples hardening in seconds.

     

    Thomas grabbed a towel as he pulled off her knickers; wiping her lower body clear of urine. Neither Emily nor Thomas enjoyed the taste of urine; even though both found the scent and sight highly erotic and once Alice was clean, Thomas began to work his hands around Alice's thigh as his tongue played with her clitoris. Her legs were now violently shaking and her pleasure only increased as Emily took her turn massaging her breasts, the touch off another girl different but equally erotic as Thomas's dominance of her body. Assaulted by pleasure all across her body, she began to moan repeatedly, each one louder and quicker than the next until she exploded; the orgasm that had been building up rocking her body, causing her to arch back and scream in delight. She would have fallen straight to the floor if not caught by Emily, who held her as she enjoyed the aftermath of the throes of passion; her whole body feeling like it was glowing.

     

    "H-h-holy shit, that was a-amazing" said Alice, barely able to form a coherent sentence. "I've never felt anything like that before".
    "I think it's Thomas's turn now" said Emily cheekily.
    "Not yet" said Thomas. "You first, then we'll finish we me".
    "So controlling" teased Emily removing her shirt; exposing her large; braless, breasts, that having been discarded in some early morning fun before Alice turned up. "Come and get me big boy" said Emily dirtily as she bent over, flaunting her heart-shaped knickers towards Thomas.

     

    Barely able to control himself, Thomas strode over to Emily; smacking her bum hard before pulling her up and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Soon, Alice could hear Emily's stifled moans as Thomas massaged her breasts, gently rubbing them in circles; causing Alice to start to become aroused again. As the pair continued passionately, Alice heard a new sound and saw pee running down Emily's legs, soaking her knickers, legs and feet. At the sight of this, Alice could hold back no longer and began rubbing herself; not even bothering to hold back her moans. She was going to be loud and proud as she watched Thomas's fingers play with Emily's soaked pussy, pulling her wet knickers against her labia. All too soon, Emily was approaching orgasm and in one foul swoop, her body's muscles contracted and the indescribable pleasure that came from it coursed through Emily's veins; blinding her briefly to the world around her.

     

    As her own passion subsided, she looked naughtily over to Alice, who she could see was more aroused than ever. Wobbling on her feet at first, she pulled Alice up and the two girls stood naked in front of Thomas.

     

    "You wanted to know how big his cock was Alice. Here's your chance to find out".
    "Emily!" said Alice, still blushing despite what they had already done.

     

    Emily grabbed Thomas and pulled him over, undoing the strings of his shorts; allowing them to fall to his ankles. Thomas was wearing grey boxers underneath, currently under severe strain as his cock fought desperately to break free of its confinement. Alice looked towards it lustfully.

     

    "Can I?".
    "Go for it you dirty slut" said Emily, smacking Alice's bum; causing her to leap forwards in surprise.
    "She talks dirty when she's horny" explained Thomas, failing to hold back a grin.
    "I noticed" said Alice half-mindedly, already falling to her knees. Her mouth inches away from Thomas's cock, she raised her hands shakedly, before quickly pulling down his boxers and gasping. He was eight inches of manly glory and she was feeling dizzy with lust just looking at it. Before she could even comprehend what she'd done, her mouth had instinctively wrapped around it and she could feel herself begin to throb up and down the length of him; causing Thomas to moan with pleasure.

     

    Meanwhile, Emily had positioned herself next to him and the two were kissing as Emily massaged herself with one hand, holding Thomas close with the other and Thomas's hands played once again with her breasts. The arousal in all three of them was growing more than ever and Thomas was in a daze; hardly able to believe his ultimate fantasy had come true with two gorgeous, sexy girls. He knew he couldn't hold out long and tore himself away from kissing long enough to warn:

     

    "I can't hold back much longer".

     

    Feeling modesty was a bit redundant at this point, Thomas pulled his cock from Alice's mouth.

     

    "Put it in-between your tits" ordered Thomas.

     

    Alice had already started too before he finished his sentence, her arousal at records highs as she felt his cock slide up and down in-between her breasts, her vision starting to blur as she began to approach another orgasm.

     

    "You fucking like that?! You like your dick in-between my tits. You like titty fucking me with your huge cock!".

     

    Emily briefly registered the amusing fact that her shy friend was now speaking like a dirty girl, however her own arousal took precedent as she felt her orgasm about to hit. Alice's was approaching too and Thomas was seconds away from losing control. The three continued to hold out for as long as they could but all were too aroused too last more than another seven seconds as all three moaned in pleasure.

     

    Thomas lost control as Alice rubbed his cock with her breasts, beginning to spurt violently onto her chest and face. Alice almost didn't notice it though as her own orgasm had hit moments earlier, causing her to scream loudly several times in succession. Emily was only three seconds behind, sliding down the wall as her muscles completely gave way and she fell forward. All three ended up in a huge heap, Emily's face on Thomas's chest, Alice's legs spread over both of them and Thomas collapsed on the floor; arms wrapped around both of them.

     

    The trio lay like that for several minutes, not saying anything; no-one wanting to spoil the moment. Eventually, it was Alice who spoke first:

     

    "Yep... i'm definitely bisexual now".

     

    There was complete silence. Then, heavy laughter burst out between all three and continued for a long time. Eventually, the three rose to their feet; admiring each other's bodies for a moment.

     

    "Well... I guess we'd better get dressed" said Thomas.
    "Yeah, we probably should" agreed Emily.
    "We'll get cold otherwise" justified Thomas.
    "And there's the puddle to clean as well" reminded Emily.
    "You two can do that" said Alice, a new found confidence inside her. "I'm going to take a shower and I need the toilet, thanks to your laxatives... maybe I'll just hold on for a little bit. If anyone needs a shower too, feel free to join me".

     

    Alice strode off, leaving Emily and Thomas staring at each other dumbfoundedly.

     

    "How much energy does that girl have?! What have we created?!" asked Thomas.
    "I don't know" admitted Emily. "But we can find out how much energy she has more easily".

     

    Thomas and Emily looked at each other; love replacing the lust in their eyes as they maintained a long and beautiful kiss.

     

    "Let's go find out".

     

    The two walked hand-in-hand into the bathroom, closing the door behind them as the sound of their fun; very wet fun for more than one reason, once again filled the house. They would continue to enjoy each other's bodies and each other's company, as an exceptional group friendship, was built on a very foundation. Beyond the sexual exploits of that day, they would have much more fun and many great times together.

     

    But THAT... is a story for another day.

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    (Takes place during Race to the Edge.)

     

    I sighed, as much as I love this island, staying here with five other teens, six dragons, and so much work to do can really wear one out. Especially if that one person is currently dealing with a full bladder. Yes, I know, being the heir to Berk, and riding a very rare, very powerful Night Fury, I should be tough enough and mature enough to handle my own bodily needs, however, since privacy has been rather scarce this past week, I've tried my best to deal with it.

     

    I've always managed to make it before anything happened, so I didn't see it as too bad, but since we're currently doing drills in the forest that don't look like their gonna end soon, my bladder filling up nearly to its limits, and my stubbornness against asking to leave, I might be cutting it very close this time. It a good thing I remembered to go before we came out here, or I'd be in much worse shape.

     

    Trying to focus more on the drills rather than my aching bladder, I examined each of my friends' new tricks on their dragons. "Very well, Astrid, nice maneuver. Ruff, Tuff, your turn." I called out. "Already?" Ruffnut complained, "Yeah, our turn was ages ago," Tuffnut agreed. I sighed, I'm in too much pain for this, "Guys, I'm not in the mood for your silly antics, just show us what you've been working on with Barf and Belch."

     

    I would never say this to the twins, but I kinda pity that dragon.

     

    Astrid decided to speak up, "Come on, you two, if we were attacked at any moment, we want to be ready." Thank you, Astrid, for being the voice of reason. Even though the twins don't listen to reason. "We're already ready, we can sense an enemy from a mile away," Tuffnut boasted proudly, however, he was spooked by Snotlout, who had snuck up behind him, and startled him. "The only thing you can sense is your own nonsense. Don't worry guys, I got this," he said, mounting his dragon, Hookfang.

     

    Astrid walked up to me and whispered, "Sense your own nonsense?" I shrugged, "This is Snotlout we're talking about," I whispered back. I jotted down some notes for myself in the little journal I carry around, trying to take my mind off of how badly I needed to pee right then.

     

    It was getting harder to keep still, and eventually I gave into dancing slightly, since it helped me hold it. "Hiccup, are you feeling alright?" Astrid asked, I blushed slightly, that girl can sense anything out of place. "Of course, I'm alright, why do you ask?" the last thing I wanted to do was admit that I needed to pee greatly, since I should be old enough to hold it on my own.

     

    "You're fidgeting," she pointed out, I then forced myself to stand still, "I didn't even notice," I bluffed. Secretly praying that I don't wet myself before the drills are over, I glanced at the forest behind me. If needed, I could bolt when no one noticed, then come back before anyone knew I was missing. However, my bladder is full enough as it is, and with my prosthetic leg, running fast enough would be nearly impossible.

     

    Speaking of which, my bladder chose right then to send painful spasms through my body, I doubled over and pressed my hands against my front to hold off an accident, even though a few spurts escaped into my leggings. I glanced down, I new my undergarments were damp, however, my leggings were only slightly wet. A single dark spot was visible, but hard to see. I took in a couple breaths and prayed that I wouldn't wet myself in front of all the others.

     

    If an accident did occur, Astrid and Fishlegs would care enough to keep it secret, but Snotlout and the twins would tell the villagers in Berk for sure. And the last thing I want is to become the laughingstock of Berk, if not the entire Archipelago.

     

    With my friends around me, I couldn't hold myself, and therefore, holding the large amount of urine inside me was starting to become harder and harder as more spurts escaped and made a larger, more visible spot on the front of my leggings.

     

    "Hiccup, are you sure you're okay?" Astrid asked, and now everyone else's attention was on me.

     

    Perfect.

     

    I tried to hide the wet stain on my front with the journal, but urine started trickling down my legs, leaving streaks down the sides of my leggings. "Well... gang, I th-think we should e-end drills early t-today," I stuttered, trying to hide the pain in my voice.

     

    Discreetly, I tried pressing the journal to my front in hopes of holding off more of the flood, but my bladder was starting to give up. More spurts and even a couple streams escaped, dampening my leggings further and leaving very visible dark spots and streaks down my legs, urine dripped into the one boot I had left, and even down my prosthetic.

     

    I backed away slowly from the others, already knowing that they can tell I need to pee. Astrid came closer to me, and I couldn't find it in myself to keep my eyes locked to hers.

     

    I'm supposed to be old enough to avoid accidents like this, and yet here I was, blushing madly, with urine running down my legs, I gave up secrecy and grabbed myself tightly.

     

    "Hiccup, you can tell us anything, why didn't you say anything earlier?" Astrid asked, "I'm t-too old to-to b-b-be having accidents, and I didn't want to l-look weak by asking if I c-couldn't leave," I pressed my legs together, trying to ignore the twins' taunts of "Go on, wet yourself. You know you want to."

     

    They were right, in a way, it was becoming so painful, I didn't care about wetting myself anymore, just as long as my bladder emptied. Astrid pat my back, Snotlout laughed, Fishlegs looked worried, and the twins had opened up a bottle of water and started pouring in onto the ground, which sent the pain in my lower region skyrocketing.

     

    I groaned, unable to hold it back anymore.

     

    I can almost picture it, the heir of Berk giving up and wetting himself. It felt very relieving to finally give up and go, but it was also very embarrassing. I sighed in both relief and disbelief as urine flooded my leggings and left a sizable puddle on the ground.

     

    I didn't cry, I wasn't going to give everyone a new reason to laugh at or pity me, but my face was as red as Hookfang's scales.

     

    Astrid ran her hand through my messy hair, "Come on, let's get you dried off," she said, taking my hand and dragging me away. "Wait, so you're not mad at me for wetting myself like a child?"

     

    "Accidents happen, Hiccup, you need to learn that nobody, not even you, is too tough to hide stuff like this."

     

    I blushed again, "Uhh... thanks... I guess..." And with that, she dragged me down to our makeshift base on the island.

     


    (I have gotten into Race to the Edge recently, and I used to love the How to train your Dragon movie a lot, so I decided to revisit old memories and write this. I do not own any of the characters.)

  10. The living room of the Kurusu household had one of those little kiddie pools on the floor, there to be the bed/room of Suu which, along with her not needing food, made her the cheapest girl for Kimihito to house. The slime girl was currently in that pool, but not for her own pleasure. Master and Mero had returned home to a scene of Miia having an accident, and after cleaning it up and hearing the story from the other girls (Papi rushed to the bathroom as soon as he came home), he had requested a private conversation with Suu. The pool was the only piece of furniture she could sit in without ruining it, so she was waiting for him to enter.

     

    After enough time that she had decompressed into a blob, Master came in and quietly sat on the couch. He didn't say anything, but he looked at Suu in the pool, his stare enough to get Suu to reform into her humanoid body, the young girl form she modeled after Papi. From all the time that had passed since she was last seen, her chemical composition had changed once again. Instead of her entire body being tainted by the color and consistency of the absorbed urine, she had mostly returned to normal with one orb of all the dirty substances residing at the bottom of her stomach area, filtering through her system.

     

    An awkward silence followed, but Master spoke with a caring and questioning tone. “Suu...I've talked to the other girls. Could you please explain yourself?” There wasn't anger in his speaking, Master was a kind man who'd reserve himself until he had all the evidence.

     

    Suu was a quiet girl. Not that she wouldn't speak, she had after a while living in the house, but there wasn't much of a reason usually. However, she was being directly addressed, and the way she was sat alone, she could tell she had done something wrong and should feel sorry. “I'm sorry, I...I...” It wasn't that she didn't know the answer, she just felt a crippling amount of shame and couldn't bring herself to respond. If she wasn't all liquid, she'd probably be crying now.

     

    “Um...is it okay if I come in?” Both of them looked up and saw Papi in the door, not looking at any of them despite her making herself known. Master waved her over, where she sat to his left on the couch. “Actually, all this is my fault. Me and Suu went out yesterday, I had an...accident and she absorbed it all.” It would have been better if the harpy never had to admit she peed herself, but the confession was needed. Suu nodded slowly to confirm, plenty of guilt in there.

     

    “And she went for the other girls after that, I got it. I just want to know why she did, because it doesn't sound like it was for hydration.”

     

    “Wait...you're not mad that we went out? And that I wet myself?”

     

    “Of course I care about you leaving, you're not supposed to do that,” he exclaimed back. “I tell you that all the time, you just never listen! The accident doesn't bother me, that can happen. Right now, I'm more concerned with Suu.” She had sort of been forgotten for the last minute, but she didn't look any more comfortable. “It's okay, Suu. This is a non-judging environment, I just want to hear what you have to say.”

     

    Suu rubbed her left arm with her right hand, having control over her slimy composition to not merge together, nervous and unwilling to speak. “I...I was thirsty yesterday when Papi...did that, but I liked it. I wanted more, so I took it from everyone else. That was wrong, right?”

     

    Master sighed, that certain kind of sigh that gave away that this would be a tough answer. He leaned over like he wanted to hug her, even if he was too far away and he'd get pulled into her body if he embraced her and would drown. “That's kind of a difficult answer. There's nothing wrong with having a fetish or practicing it, you just need to understand limits. Spying on the other girls is not okay, without them knowing and telling you it's alright. I know you don't consider consent very frequently, but if you have it, you're not wrong.”

     

    That was the piercing point for Suu. The thought had never occurred to her, asking the other girls for their permission before getting sexual with them. Of course, she understood the concept of permission, she tried to butter up Kii for food, but she saw sexual favors as the bargaining chip to other good things. Why wouldn't the girls want Suu going slimy slimy on them, it felt good for her, surely it was good for them too. That level of introspection was making her uncomfortable, she started shifting and squirming in place.

     

    Papi may have been a naive and ignorant girl, but she had that certain lean towards others, she was at her most mature when she was the mother hen. She stood up from the couch and talon trotted across the floor to the pool, kneeling down and giving a strong hug to her slime friend, paying no mind that her wings were being absorbed into her body. “I don't mind, Suu! I was just surprised before, but it's okay if you tell me!”

     

    That show of compassion and acceptance touched Suu, and amidst her shame, she smiled. It didn't last long, though, as she started frowning and looked down at her kneeling legs, her head shaking and her tentacle hair waving from the motion. This didn't escape the nearby harpy, whose look of happiness also changed, hers to concern. “Are you okay, Suu?”

     

    Suu looked back up to Papi, with a kind of sadness and discomfort in her green eyes. “I really need to filter all this out now.” Her hands found their way to where the crotch would be on a normal girl, and rubbed the area.

     

    This was something that surprised both Papi and Master, she had never expressed a need to filter out whatever was in her system before, she just did it whenever it was convenient. Maybe she always needed to and just did it before it became a problem, she never kept anything forever after all. That was good, considering how her behavior changed depending on what chemicals she had in her, it was better she reverted to her normal personality. That gave Master an idea, actually. “Maybe absorbing urine makes her need to release it. It even gave her a makeshift bladder this time.”

     

    “N-no, that's not...” Suu started shaking again as her internal orb quivered, pulsating and descending. Her eyes widened in panic as she jumped to her feet. “Sorry, I really need to do this now!” She dashed out of the room as fast as her gelatinous legs would let her, because running was still faster than morphing into another shape, even if it agitated her stored pee.

     

    Somehow, even with a homogeneous body composition, Suu could somehow still feel the pee welling up, ready to release. Slimes did not evolve to absorb foreign chemicals, so while they could, it was hazardous to keep them inside their bodies for an extended period of time. To protect itself, the body will eject anything that could cause harm before it can cause lasting damage, and Suu had waited too long, all the urine she absorbed was coming out.

     

    She just had to make it a little farther, the bathroom was the nearest room with a water receptacle, and she'd be clear. She could see the door, just the tiniest more distance without having an accident. One more step until relief, when something slid in front of her. Suu looked up and saw Miia's face, her eyes glowing red and her mouth smiling wide, fangs exposed and forked tongue hanging out. “So now you need to use the bathroom, Suu?”

     

    Suu could tell where this was going, and she wouldn't deny she probably deserved it. Spending the day preventing the girls from using the bathroom, not being allowed in the one time she really needed it was karmic retribution. But it was inconvenient to her, so she was going to try to appeal to Miia's better nature. “I'm sorry for what I did, Miia! Can I please go?!”

     

    The lamia cracked her knuckles. “You think we're just going to let you off the hook after all the torment you've put us through?” Cerea and Lala approached from opposite sides, looking just as evil as Miia and each brandishing a weapon; Cerea with her sword and Lala her scythe. “You must suffer just as we have.”

     

    Suu could pass by them in a number of ways, their weapons also couldn't hurt her, there was almost no obstacle presented. However, it would take energy to escape, which she couldn't afford to spend. All she could do was continue to dance in place, her legs jiggling as she bent over and shook her butt, her bladder moving downwards, just touching the surface of her crotch. Time had run out for the slime.

     

    Being different from other girls, when Suu started peeing herself, it was quite a bit different. There was no urethra, so the urine didn't exit her body in a little stream, it left in every possible spot between her legs in one giant flood, the dirty yellow liquid streaming through her fingers and down her legs into a rapidly growing puddle beneath her feet, the sound of splashing and splattering growing in volume. Suu's mouth opened in relief as the pain began to vanish from her body.

     

    The three girls that had cornered her, however, could only watch as she had an accident. At least it was going by quickly, her entire bladder's contents emptying at once. The smell, however, was not so kind, with the combined scents of three girls' piss along with the trash she had hidden in made for one unpleasant aroma that sent the three covering their noses and running. At least Suu couldn't inhale it, so she could continue enjoying the feeling.

     

    It only lasted a few seconds, so Suu was done before it had even fully sunk in how good it felt to go. She could feel the difference though, she was back to her normal clean self and feeling fresh. She turned her head to face down the hall she came, just as Master walked in looking for her. Immediately, all the shame she felt earlier was back, as her Master had to see her disgrace herself. “I-I'm sorry about this, I just...”

     

    He held up his hand to stop her. “Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up. You can run off and do whatever, you've already had an interesting day.” It took a few seconds before she processed that, how the day's events would end so suddenly, but she smiled and skipped away as she was told. All in all, things had gone well for her today.

     

    Alone, Kimihito looked at the puddle Suu had made, not incredibly big but a reasonable size, and walked back to the kitchen closet to grab a mop and bucket. As he reached into storage, he heard a rapid succession of clicks against the floor, and when he pulled out and closed the door, he was met with Rachnera, her spider legs coming to a halt before bumping into him, her multiple eyes half-closed and her hair unkempt. “Morning,” she loudly yawned. “Or evening, whatever. Did I miss anything today?”

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    Vayne tapped his leg furiously on the ground, unable to sit still. He pressed his legs together hard and squirmed around, trying to not piss himself. He longed to hold himself, but his hands were tied behind the chair, preventing him from using them. The silverette moaned in desperation as his bladder spasmed, bouncing frantically in his seat to hold it.

     

    Suddenly, the door to the room he was in opened, and a pink haired girl walked in, a small smile playing across her face. She closed the door behind herself and stood in front of the desperate teen. "What's wrong Vayne?" She asked pitifully. "Do you need to go potty?"

     

    Vayne's face flushed at her question, though the answer was obvious. Jess patted his thigh reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll get to go soon." She promised.

     

    The pinkette pulled some rope out of a bag she'd been carrying and tossed the bag to the side. She roughly pulled his legs apart and tied themm to the legs of the chair. Vayne whined at the loss of pressure and his legs began to tremble as he attempted to press them back together.

     

    "You're really desperate." Jess said observantly. She rested her hand gently on his bladder, causing Vayne to whimper, afraid she would push. Instead she said, "You're so full."

     

    Her hand gravitated downwards until it laid on his dick. "Do you want some help?" She offered, faintly squeezing him. He groaned and pressed his hips forward, trying to put more pressure on his crotch. "I'll take that as a yes." She said. The girl squeezed harder, and the boy whimpered great fully.

     

    Then suddenly the hand was gone. Vayne gasped and spurted, pulling frantically at his restraints to try and stem the flow. He stopped himself before any obvious damage was done, panting from the effort. Jess smirked.

     

    She mocked, "So weak, unable to hold your piss like a big boy by yourself." The pinkette sat on his lap, straddling his legs. She slid forward until her body pressed against his, making sure to rock her hips forward into his tortured bladder.

     

    Vayne tried to move his stomach away from her and ended up unsuccessful. He began to leak, a dark spot beginning to form on the front of his blue pants. Jess felt the wet warmth underneath her and snaked a hand down to his crotch and squeezed. "Not yet. Hold it." She demanded.

     

    The boy groaned painfully, but the wet spot stopped growing. Satisfied, Jess climbed off his lap and walked behind him. She pulled a water bottle out of her bag and put the opening to Vayne's mouth. When he refused to swallow the water Jess's hand hovered threateningly over his bladder. Reluctantly the boy drank until she pulled the bottle away, noisily gulping the rest down herself, causing him to wince.

     

    "Good boy." She praised. "As a reward I'll allow you to pee a little...if you want to."

     

    Vayne was tempted, but hesitated for a few seconds. He relaxed, causing a stream of piss to flow out of him, quickly soaking his crotch an spreading to his inner thighs. It never passed there though; just seconds after he started peeing Jessica pinched the end of his dick shut.

     

    Vayne whined and attempted to push the pee out of himself, but it didn't get past her fingers. "That's enough." Jessica cooed. "When I pull my hand away I don't want you to pee anymore okay?"

     

    The silverette gulped and nodded. Jess pulled her hand away and Vayne barely suppressed another torrent of urine. He grinded into the chair, even more desperate than before he'd peed; it only made him feel worse. Jess smirked.

     

    "You're so cute, so desperate for a piss. I would love to give it to you, but you have to cooperate." She said, pacing circles around his chair. "If you can hold it for another 10 minutes I'll let you pee." The pinkette stopped in front of him, smiling down at the desperate boy. "Deal?"

     

    Vayne nodded furiously. Jess sat on his lap the same way as before, but kept a decent gap between their bodies. She felt his bladder, noticing how it bulged from the rest of his stomach. Gently, she pushed on the organ.

     

    Vayne cried out in agony, trying desperately to hold back the flood inside him. Jess pressed harder, and Vayne could feel the beginnings of a leak. However, Jess pulled her hand away just before he began to pee, making him sigh in relief and disappointment.

     

    Jessica sat directly over Vayne's sopping crotch, her parts firmly pressed against his. "5 minutes left." She said encouragingly.

     

    Vayne nodded. 5 minutes. Only 5 minutes until he could pee. He bounced his leg frantically underneath Jessica, unable to think about anything but his desperate need. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice when a wet warmth began to spread over his lap.

     

    When he did notice, he thought he had begun to pee; but Jess was the source of the liquid. She peed slowly onto his lap, dragging out the torture. Vayne was tempted to pee as well, hoping that if he did she wouldn't notice. However, he knew that she would find out, and held on.

     

    Jess cut off her flow after a minute if slow dribbling. She squirmed on top of him, bumping into his bladder occasionally. "Looks like you're not the only one who needs to pee." She said, smiling. "Oh god, I need to piss." She moaned.

     

    She continued to squirm for a few more seconds, then stopped and began to pee hard onto Vayne. The urge to pee was almost undeniable, and the silverette spurted several times as his friend pissed all over his lap.

     

    Jess finished peeing a few seconds later, while Vayne continued to spurt. She shook her head. "You were so close too." She said. She sighed and got off of the leaking boy and pulled something out of her bag. "Looks like I have to punish you."

     

    When she moved back into Vayne's range of sight she was holding a penis clamp. She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, placing the clamp on it before tucking him back in his pants. "There, that should keep you from leaking."

     

    Tears pricked at Vayne's eyes in the ensuing minutes as the piss began to stretch his bladder and invade his dick. He wanted to pee so bad, the need was unbearable. "Take it off." He demanded, his voice distorted by his teas.

     

    Jess sighed. "You can't hold your piss like a big boy; that's your punishment." She explained.

     

    "I'm sorry." Vayne cried. "I cant hold it." He whined. "I need to pee, I really, really, really need to pee." His breath hitched and he began to cry harder.

     

    Jess thought for a moment. "I don't know, its hot to see you there, wet but still struggling with need." She licked her lips hungrily. "Give me one reason why I should let you piss."

     

    Vayne gritted his teeth. "If you don't let me pee I'll explode and then you'll have to explain to the nurse why my bladder ruptured." He growled, having told her the same thing many times before.

     

    The pinkette smirked. "Fair enough." She said as she removed the contraption from her victim.

     

    As soon as the clamp was off Vayne erupted in his pants, peeing so hard that the stream penetrated his pants and splattered on the floor in front of him. Jess sat on top of his dick to make the liquid to soak into his pants, though a lot of the piss rose to her chest from the force.

     

    "Vayne, slow down or I'll have to stop you again." Jess warned, compressing his member. Vayne immediately stemed the flow so it rushed quickly down his thighs, no longer spurting upwards.

     

    The boy peed for well over 3 minutes, leaving his bladder aching in dull pain once he was finished. He sighed in relief, thankful that the ordeal was finally over. Jess untied him and allowed him to stand, placing all the items back in her bag."Go clean yourself up."

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    The leaves rustled, swords and claws clashed, and bellowing roars mixed with explosive outbursts as the Emerald Forest was plunged into chaos. The initiates of Beacon Academy were in the middle of their first test which would set the trajectory for their entire time at the Academy and beyond. Today was the day that these young Huntsmen would prove themselves and earn their place in the world.

     

    Among those promising initiates was the faunus, Blake Belladonna. Nimbly, the young huntress ran through the forest, stealthily maneuvering to avoid attracting unwanted attention- from Grimm or the other students. This was the moment; the beginning of a journey for which Blake had trained for years to earn. However, that was not where her mind was focused right now.

     

    With all the excitement of getting adjusted to Beacon, not to mention all the people around, it was hard for Blake to get to sleep the night before. Consequently, it was nearly impossible for her to wake up that morning. This caused her to be in a serious hurry to get ready and get to the cliffs before the test began. She was so nearly late that she wound up far in the back of the line-up on the cliffs. So far back, in fact, that she could barely even see Ozpin as he delivered their instructions.

     

    In her hurry, Blake barely had enough time to eat breakfast, and she had to skip certain other parts of her morning ritual. Unfortunately, it was now becoming apparent that it was a mistake to skip certain parts.

     

    Right now, Blake needed to pee. Quite badly. It was hardly the worst she’d needed the bathroom in her life, but she knew it would prove to be a distraction which she could not afford in such dangerous territory as the Grimm infested forest.

     

    As such, the young huntress tried her best to avoid the attention of monsters or students until she could take care of her need. She quickly moved through the forest, trying to find a nice, secluded spot to go.

     

    In her time in the White Fang, Blake was not always afforded such modern luxuries as indoor plumbing. She was quite familiar with using the bathroom outdoors. However, she didn’t want to be caught off guard while doing it. It wouldn’t be ideal to have to try and fight any Grimm while she was in the middle of answering nature’s call. And if another student stumbled upon her… she didn’t even want to consider it. That was probably one of the worst first impressions Blake could think of.

     

     

    After a few minutes of searching, Blake found an area that appeared to be relatively secluded from the other students. It was further than most of them should have landed, so she figured few would be out this way.

     

    Blake found a nice spot surrounded by bushes and trees that was just large enough for her to squat down and avoid any wandering eyes. The task at hand seemed simple enough: get her hiding spot, take care of business, then be on her way to find her partner and finish the test. It was a good enough plan, but things never could be that easy.

     

    Blake calmly walked over to the bushes, taking one last look around to make sure she wasn’t seen, and began to squat down. Suddenly, she was caught off guard as the sound of multiple blasts from a nearby weapon echoed through the area. Shortly after, the faunus heard the roar of an Ursa.

     

    She listened for a few moments, but the fight showed no signs of stopping. It seemed like someone was in trouble.

     

    Blake sighed. She couldn’t leave someone on their own to be beaten down- or worse- by a bunch of Grimm. Her pee would have to wait. For now, someone needed her help.

    The faunus ran toward the origin of the sound, drawing her weapon in preparation for a fight.

     

     

    When Blake got there, she saw another huntress with long blonde hair facing down two Ursi. It seemed as though Blake’s worries were unfounded, though, as the girl was beating one of the bears quite handily on her own. Soon enough, one of the Ursa was sent flying through a nearby tree.

     

    Even still, it looked like this girl severely underestimated the strength of the monsters she was fighting.

     

    Blake saw the girl square up with the other Ursa and angrily challenge it. That’s when Blake noticed her positioning. She was directly behind the Grimm while its focus was completely turned toward the fiery girl.

     

    Seizing her opportunity, Blake threw her sword directly into the spine of the Grimm. Her expertly aimed shot hit its mark. The bear paused, then fell forward, beginning to deteriorate within seconds.

     

    Blake pulled on the ribbon attached to her sword to bring it back to her, then looked up. She noticed that the other girl was looking at her. Their eyes locked together. It was then that Blake remembered the rules of this test. This meant that this girl was now going to be Blake’s teammate from here on out.

     

    She smiled. Blake could certainly think of worse candidates to team with. This girl seemed like a capable fighter, and- from what Blake had seen- fairly nice and reasonable, if a bit boisterous. It was definitely better than teaming with the Schnee heiress, or that bubbly orange-haired girl.

     

    However, this did present a problem. Blake felt a dull throb from her abdomen and realized she had again been denied a chance to relieve herself. She figured it would leave a pretty bad impression to excuse herself to pee literally the minute after meeting her new teammate. This meant Blake would have to wait a little longer for relief. It would be difficult, but at least she had someone to watch her back now.

     

     

    “I could have taken it, you know.” Yang Xiao Long said, breaking the silence between the two girls.

     

    “I’m sure you could.” Blake responded flatly, sheathing her sword, “I just figured it would be best not to waste the energy, since I had a good shot.”

     

    “Yeah, yeah.” The blonde haired girl dismissed playfully. “Anyway, I’m Yang.”

     

    “I know, we’ve met…”

     

    “Oh, yeah.” Yang said in sudden realization, “Blake, right?” She asked, pointing at the dark-haired girl.

     

    “Yes.”

     

    “Whelp, looks like we’re together now!” Yang exclaimed happily, giving Blake a rough pat on the back.

     

    It seemed Yang didn’t quite know her own strength. The pat on the back knocked Blake off balance, causing her to stumble forward and nearly fall over. This sudden jolt evoked another wave of pain from her bladder as her delicate equilibrium was thrown off. Blake winced and gave a sharp inhale.

     

    “Oops, sorry.” Yang said, seeming concerned for her new teammate.

     

    “Oh, no, it’s fine. I’m alright, just didn’t expect that.” Blake quickly replied, trying to cover up her real problem.

     

    “So, any idea where we’re supposed to be going? They seemed kind of vague on that.”

     

    “I’m not sure, but I saw something that looked kind of strange earlier. We could start there.”

     

    “Great! Let’s go.” Yang responded, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.

     

     

    The newly formed team took off in the direction of the sight they hoped was their destination. Along the way, Yang tried to make small talk to get to know her new teammate, but Blake was giving her precious little for her efforts.

     

    Blake was normally not the most talkative of individuals, but she was being even worse about it than usual. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Yang, but her mind was currently occupied with much more pressing issues.

     

    The dark-haired girl was feeling a constant, throbbing pressure from her bladder. Blake kept her hands resting on her stomach, hoping that would help to alleviate her discomfort even a little.

     

    The whole time they were walking, Blake was trying to assess the situation and calculate the appropriate response. It might reflect poorly on her if she asked them to stop for a bathroom break too quickly. Maybe a half hour would be an appropriate buffer? Or maybe she should wait for an hour. That’s certainly enough time for anyone to need a break under normal circumstances, right?

     

    This train of though was interrupted by a sudden, unexpected question from her teammate.

     

    “Hey, you think we can stop for a second? I gotta take a leak.”

     

    Blake was stunned by the blonde huntress’s forwardness. She was also relieved to hear that question.

     

    “Sure.” Blake responded, trying not to sound too eager, “I could probably stand to go, too.”

    “Cool, so do you just want to go together? Here seems like a good enough spot.” Yang asked, without the slightest hint of shame.

     

    “What?” Blake called back in shock, her cheeks growing red.

     

    “I figured it would be faster. My sister and I used to do it all the time.”

     

    “Um…” Blake struggled to find her words. This had taken her more off guard than anything. “I think it would be best if we weren’t both incapacitated at the same time. In a place this dangerous, someone should probably stand guard.”

     

    “Oh, okay. That makes sense. Well, you think you can wait here? I’ll be really quick.”

     

    Blake didn’t want to say yes. She wanted to beg Yang to wait so she could get the sweet relief she had been denied for too long. But that didn’t seem right; Yang was the one who asked to stop, after all. Besides, Blake had no idea how back of a situation the other girl was in. Yang may have been even worse off than she was.

     

    “Yeah, no problem.” Blake finally responded.

     

    She watched as Yang turned around and reached under the bottom of her jacket and grabbed the side of her shorts. Blake bit her lip in anticipation. ‘Just a little longer.’ she thought.

     

    Just then, the girls were caught by surprise by a loud roar somewhere nearby. They froze in place and looked around.

     

    “That sounded like an Ursa.” Blake commented, “And it sounded close.”

     

    “Oh, yeah?” Yang asked, removing her hands from her shorts and cracking her knuckles, “Looking for a round two?”

     

    “I wouldn’t suggest it.” Blake advised, “We don’t know how long we’re going to be out here and there are Grimm all over- some very powerful ones, too. We should conserve our energy as much as possible and only fight when we have to.”

     

    “So what do you suggest we do?” Yang asked, hesitantly.

     

    “As much as I hate to say it, we should probably keep moving and see if we can get away from the Grimm rather than engaging it.”

     

    Yang groaned as she heard this, to which Blake responded, “I know. I really want to stop, too. But we can’t risk another dangerous fight in our current condition. Especially when we don’t know how close we are to our goal.”

     

    “Come on!” Yang responded, impatiently, “Can’t I just beat it up so we can pee?”

     

    “We don’t know how many of them there are. Grimm don’t always travel alone. Do you really think you can take another group of them right now?”

     

    Yang let out a small groan, “You’re right. But it I have to change my pants because of this, I’m personally killing every Ursa in the forest.”

     

    “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. Come on, let’s keep moving.”

     


    Both the girls reluctantly turned away and departed toward their dubiously defined destination. Blake grit her teeth as yet another opportunity to empty her bladder was denied her.

     

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    This was bad. Like, really bad. Yang really needed to pee. Like, really bad. She could feel her bladder pushing against the spandex of her shorts. She crossed her arms, trying to appear casual, but she could feel goose bumps starting to form.

     

    Having her sister at Beacon was great, but Ruby could sometimes be a hassle. This morning was a particularly noteworthy example. She had to help Ruby wake up, get ready, and get to the testing grounds, all the while also calming her anxiety. This meant Yang didn’t have time to take care of all of her own needs.

     

    Because of this, Yang desperately needed that bathroom break earlier. She had decided it would be better to meet her teammate first, then ask to take a break, rather than literally being caught with her pants down. Still, she was already bursting by the time she encountered Blake, and the passage of time was only making that worse.

     

    Now, she had to hold it for who knows how much longer. She couldn’t deny that Blake had a point. Yang wasn’t totally sure she’d be able to hold it through another fight like the first one. But she kind of regretted not taking the risk.

     

    Of course, this wouldn’t be nearly as bad if she had a teammate she could at least talk to. Yang knew from experience that a good conversation could help take the focus off the lakebed she was trying to contain in her abdomen. Unfortunately, she wasn’t getting that from Blake.

     

    Still, she decided to try striking up a conversation one more time. She figured Blake could use a distraction, too. After all, she said she needed to go as well.

     

    “So, do you have any family?” Yang broke the silence.

     

    “Shh.” Blake hushed sharply, “I’m trying to listen for any signs of Grimm. We don’t want to be caught off guard, especially now.”

     

    Yang looked over at her teammate. The positioning of Blake’s arms told the entire story. Her right arm was held straight down; hand rubbing against her thigh, and her left arm was crossed over her chest, gripping her right elbow.

     

    “Come on, I’ve told you plenty about me, but I don’t really know anything about you.” Yang persisted, ignoring the warning, “Like I don’t even know what combat school you went to.”

     

    Blake was silent for a little while, and Yang was about to give up, before she got a response, “I trained outside of the Kingdoms.”

     

    “Oh, wow, that’s crazy.”

     

    “Yeah, you have to learn to fight in order to survive out there.”

     

    “So,” Yang began, a smile creeping across her face as a new thought entered her mind, “Any cute boys in your life?”

     

    “No, not really…” Blake said, her voice falling.

     

    “Don’t be so glum, there’s plenty of students at Beacon, and you’re pretty cute. I’m sure you can find someone.”

     

    “Thanks…” Blake said slowly, “I’m not really worried about that, though.”

     

    “Oh, I’m sure you’re not. You’ve got that whole mysterious girl thing going for you. I’m sure you could get anyone you wanted.”

     

    “Not what I meant…” Blake hesitated, “What about you?”

     

    “What?” Yang asked, shocked she actually got a question out of the enigma in black, “No, not really. I’ve got my eye on a few people, but I want some time to really feel out my prospects first, you know?”

     

    There was a pause, followed by a commotion somewhere in the distance. Blake stopped and put her arm out to signal Yang to stop as well.

     

    “What’s up?” Yang asked.

     

    “Sounds like another group has run into some trouble. It sounds like a serious fight.”

     

    “Wow, you have really good ears.” Yang commented, “But that’s really far away, it’s not like we can help.”

     

    “Yes, but it means more Grimm might start to get attracted over there and leave us alone.”

     

    “Really?” Yang asked, more excitement in her voice than she intended. She could feel the walls of her dam struggling not to burst at the mere prospect of getting a chance to let go.

     

    Blake looked around for a moment, “I think we should keep moving a little longer. It looks like that stirred up some activity.”

     

    “Okay.” Yang reluctantly agreed.

     

     

    The duo walked for a few more minutes and the pressure in Yang’s bladder continued to ramp up. She rubbed her thighs to try and distract from the pain. She was pretty sure this was a legitimate form of torture.

     

    Finally, after just a few more steps, Yang cupped her gloved hands over her bulging bladder and stopped walking.

     

    “Okay, seriously, if we don’t stop soon, I’m going to explode.”

     

    “It seems we’ve gotten far enough away.” Blake strained out in response.

     

    “Great so why don’t you stand g-“ Yang turned around to observe her teammate’s posture.

     

    Blake was bent forward, her right hand now buried deep in her crotch and her knees practically knocking together. The training huntress was visibly trembling under the strain of keeping her bodily functions under control.

     

    Yang felt a lot of sympathy for her partner. She remembered seeing her younger sister in similar situations, and something about that triggered an instinct in her. As much as she needed to pee, it was clear that Blake had it worse.

     

    “Why don’t you go ahead and go? I’ll wait here.”

     

    “R-really?” Blake stuttered, her eyes practically watering.

     

    “Sure.” Yang responded with a smile, “Just be quick about it!”

     

    Blake nodded and rushed toward the nearby bushes. Her hand was planted firmly between her legs, grasping on tight, as the girl took short, quick steps.

     

    Yang leaned up against a tree and crossed her legs tightly, taking a deep breath as she waited for her turn to release all of her pent-up liquids.

     


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    Blake could feel her face growing hotter. She was so close to being able to let it all out, all she had to do was keep control for a few more feet. With each step, that was beginning to feel more and more like an impossible task.

     

    She could feel the flood coming on. A few small muscles was all that stood between Blake and an embarrassing accident, and a few inches of fabric was all that stood between her and the sweetest of all relief.

     

    The faunus managed to waddle her way through the bushes and into place. All that was left now was to get her clothes out of the way and get into position. She could feel the river inside her pounding against her floodgates in anticipation.

     

    Slowly, carefully, Blake removed her hand from between her legs and grabbed the sides of her shorts. She spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. Right as she was in position, Blake felt a small stream begin to leak out into her panties. She panicked, not wanting to lose the battle when she was so close to the end. Blake quickly looked around, hardly even able to take in the world around her through her blurred vision. She then pulled down her shorts and panties and squatted the rest of the way.

     

    By the time Blake was in position, a few drops were already falling to the ground. However, that was all that was coming out. Maybe it was the pressure of having another desperate girl waiting, maybe it was the new environment, or maybe it was because she held it for too long, but nothing was coming out. Blake had to really concentrate to try and let it all out.

     

    After a moment, a small trickle began to pour onto the ground, and Blake felt some relief. But this was cut short as a feeling of terror ran through her.

     

    She caught a vicious sound from nearby. Faint at first, but it grew louder and louder, rapidly approaching her. In seconds, a monstrous roar echoed as a large Ursa burst through the bushes, charging straight toward the peeing huntress.

     

    Blake was caught by surprise, but her instincts took over in that moment. She used her Semblance to create an illusion of herself and jumped back to dodge out of the way of the Grimm’s attack.

     

    Blake quickly pulled her pants back up and took half a second to regain her composure. The adrenaline rush gave Blake the energy she needed to cut off the flow, aside from a few stray drops.

     

    The faunus knew there was no way she could fight this monster alone in her current state. But she figured maybe between her and Yang, they could take this monster down without both wetting their pants.

     

    As the bear recovered from its missed swing, it turned its attention to the real Blake. She turned around and ran back toward where she had left Yang.

     

    “Wow that was fast.” Yang commented, as Blake emerged from the bushes.

     

    “I didn’t go! An Ursa found me!” Blake frantically explained.

     

    At that moment, the aforementioned creature tore through the bushes, now charging at both the Beacon Academy initiates.

     

    “No worries,” Yang said, knocking her gauntlets together to prepare for a fight, “You take care of yourself, I’ll take care of this guy.”

     

    Blake barely had time to process what she was just told as she charged past her teammate and into another set of nearby bushes.

     

     

    By the time Blake was out of sight, she was also out of breath, her pulse still pounding from the sudden surprise. More importantly, her bladder was bursting. She could feel another steady stream of pee leaking out into her panties.

     

    Blake grabbed for the sides of her shorts in a panic, trying to get them out of the way before more damage was done. However, before Blake could even spread her legs, the flood started. The small leak had now grown into a powerful stream pouring directly into her pants.

     

    The faunus clamped her thighs together to try and stem the flow, but this only served to upset her balance. Blake was forced to brace herself against a tree to keep from falling, her free hand still trying in vain to pull her pants and panties out of the way.

     

    Within moments, the fabric of Blake’s white shorts was darkened. She could feel the warm liquid spilling out of her pants and soaking into her stockings, the uncomfortable sensation slowly working its way down her legs.

     

    At this point, Blake was forced to accept the reality of the situation. She crouched down, no longer attempting to pull her pants down, and allowed her system to empty itself.

     

    She couldn’t deny that it felt good to finally let it all go after holding on for so long. The release of pressure was amazing. Just as Blake was about to let out a sigh, she felt a drop wind its way down her now drenched stockings, down the side of her foot, and into her shoe. She felt her face turn an even deeper shade of red and buried her head in her hands, mortified at what was happening.

     

    Great, one test into Beacon Academy and I’m already peeing my pants.’ Blake thought. This could not be a good omen for things to come. One thing was certain, Blake could not let it slip that she was a faunus to anyone after this, not even to Yang. The jokes about not being housebroken would never stop.

     

    Blake sat there for another minute as her bladder forced out everything that was left. Even as the final few drops dripped to the ground, Blake stayed still, completely frozen in place by the shock and horror of what had just happened.

     

    After a moment of silence, a breeze came along that chilled the young huntress and snapped her back to reality. She remembered Yang and how she left her: alone, desperate, and fighting an Ursa. Blake couldn’t hear anything now. She hoped that was a good sign.

     

    Blake stood up and looked herself over. Her white shorts were totally soaked through. Thankfully, they were thick enough to not be totally see-through, but her dark purple panties were still visible in some of the more water damaged parts. The inside of her stockings were also wet, but the black and purple fade made it much more difficult to see.

     

    She took a step and felt the liquid in her shoes squish around her feet. Blake could feel her clothes sticking to her, the once warm liquid now cooling her as it met the air.

     

    Blake slowly walked back to the path to meet Yang. She stared at the ground in utter humiliation, afraid of what her new partner would say after seeing her in this state of affairs.

     


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    Yang was really annoyed with this situation. Sure, it wasn’t Blake’s fault, she could never have known. Still, if they were going to have to fight the Ursa anyway, why didn’t they just go ahead and fight it when they stopped the first time. It would have saved them another hour of torment.

     

    But this was the situation now, no sense dwelling on what could have been. And the situation now was that there was a large bear standing in front of the bursting young huntress.

     

    “Bring it on!” Yang yelled, preparing her gauntlets for a fight.

     

    The Ursa swung, but Yang ducked out of the way. She managed to land a glancing blow, which the Grimm shrugged off before swinging again.

     

    Yang was nowhere near her peak form for this fight, and it showed. Normally one Grimm, even one this big, would be something she could take down with a few good hits. But right now, she couldn’t seem to land any good hits.

     

    She kept dodging the monster’s lumbering attacks, but she knew she had to find an opening and finish this before the fight dragged on.

     

    After ducking another large swing, Yang went in for a jab on what she thought was an opening. Instead, the Ursa shifted out of the way and caught Yang off guard with a huge swipe of its claws.

     

    Yang slid back, but managed to stay standing and squared up with the beast. She had taken much worse hits before, but it wasn’t her physical strength that was in question.

     

    As she recovered from the hit, Yang felt a contraction in her bladder as a wetness began spreading in her underwear. The leak stopped after only a moment, but this was a clear warning that Yang was at her limit, and that there’d be trouble if she didn’t end this fight soon.

     

    “That is it!” Yang shouted as her aura exploded from her. She was sick of messing around, sick of this fight, and sick of holding her pee, and all that rage was about to be unleashed on this one unsuspecting monster.

     

    Yang charged at the Ursa, using her left hand to blast its paw out of the way before delivering a powerful right to the bear’s armored head, coupled with a blast from her gauntlet. The beast went flying back, crashing through a tree behind it and falling out of sight.

     

    Yang breathed heavily and watched the tree line for a moment as she calmed down.

     

     

    That was when a sudden realization hit her. When her aura burst out of her, something else also burst. Yang noticed that a small, but persistent, leak was soaking into her panties. She knew this was a warning sign that she was about to pee, whether she was ready or not. She panicked slightly as she felt a few trickles winding their way around her thighs.

     

    Without looking around, out in the open, Yang spread her legs, lifted her jacket, and grabbed the sides of her shorts. In one fluid motion, Yang yanked down her shorts and panties and squatted down.

     

    This was not a second too soon. The moment Yang’s clothes were out of the way, her floodgates burst open and a strong flow of liquid forced its way out.

     

    The blonde huntress sighed as a hissing sound filled the air, couple with the loud pattering of her pee hitting the dirt with incredible force.

     

    For the first few seconds, it didn’t even feel good. Her bladder was too full. It just hurt to feel it shrinking back down to normal size.

     

    Yang looked down to make sure that her clothes and shoes were out of the splash zone. A quick glance reassured her that she was in a good position, but she also noticed something else. Yang saw exactly how strong her stream was as it hit the ground. This was probably the strongest pee she had ever had in her life.

     

    Just after that thought hit her, Yang shivered and goose bumps covered her body. She tilted her head back and let out a deep sight that came out more like a pleasurable moan. It had begun to feel good.

     

    No, “good” was an understatement. It felt amazing. Almost orgasmic. It was a feeling unlike anything she’d experienced before. That said, Yang was pretty sure it wasn’t worth going through that ordeal ever again, no matter how good it felt.

     

    Yang was frozen there, intermittently letting out a few more moans as the occasional shiver overtook her again. After more than a minute, the powerful stream slowed more and more until it was nothing but a steady drip.

     

    Once she was done, Yang stood up, shook herself off, and pulled up her pants.

     

    She looked down and noticed- aside from the impressively huge puddle- that there were a few yellowed streaks on her thighs. Yang tried to wipe them off with the back of her wrist.

     

    Yang gave one last satisfied sigh and turned around, only to be met with Blake, who was staring at the ground, her face redder than Ruby’s cape.

     

    “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Yang shouted, believing Blake was embarrassed about walking in on her taking a leak, “I didn’t mean to, but I just had to go so bad, I couldn’t hold it anymore…”

     

    Yang paused when she realized Blake wasn’t even looking at her. She then looked Blake over and saw the telltale signs. She noticed the dark patch on Blake’s shorts- unable to help that she also noticed Blake’s panties through the fabric- as well as on her stockings.

     

    “Oh, Blake…” She said sympathetically.

     


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    There was no horror as truly abstract and terrifying as that which Blake was experiencing right now. She had only barely met this girl- who she had to admit was pretty cool- and she had just wet herself. She was standing there, in the middle of the Emerald Forest, a student at one of the most prestigious Huntsmen academies in the world, in wet pants.

     

    “I’m so sorry!” Blake shouted, hearing Yang acknowledge her, “I didn’t mean to. This isn’t a normal thing. Please believe me!” She begged. She was filled with the dismal feeling that the other girl would never understand what really happened.

     

    Blake could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she shut them tight and turned away.

     

    That’s when the wet huntress felt something unexpected. There was something heavily resting on her shoulders, and a warm presence in front of her.

     

    “Oh, Blake,” Yang reiterated, “It’s okay. Accidents happen. I mean, I didn’t make it out of this completely dry, either.”

     

    Blake then opened her eyes and looked at the face of her partner. Where she expected to see disappointment or derision, she instead saw a warm, patient smile. It was the most strangely reassuring thing Blake had seen in her life. Something about that look made her immediately feel much better.

     

    Blake almost burst into tears again, but this time of joy. She buried her face in Yang’s chest. Blake then felt her partner’s arms wrap around her in a strong embrace.

     

     

    This lasted for just a second before Yang let go and pulled back.

     

    “Really, don’t worry. I mean, I had to carry around a spare pair of pants for my sister until she was, like, thirteen.” Yang said in a much lighter tone.

     

    Blake looked up just in time to see Yang cover her mouth, eyes wide with realization.

     

    “But don’t tell her I said that, okay?”

     

    “No worries.” Blake said quietly, “Just don’t tell anyone about this and we’re even.”

     

    “Believe me; I’m in no hurry to share this story.”

     

    Blake took a deep breath and looked herself over again. She was a mess. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really do anything about it. She didn’t have a change of clothes out here, and she couldn’t exactly go running around with nothing on below the belt.

     

    “I really hope this dries before we see anyone else.” Blake commented, trying to lighten the mood.

     

    “It dries faster than you think. Especially if you stay in the sunlight.”

     

    “Well, we should probably get going.”

     

    “Right.” Yang said, enthusiastically.

     

    “Oh, hey.” Yang spoke up as the girls turned to resume their journey, “Cute panties, by the way.” She added with a goofy smile and a wink.

     

    Blake glared at her, but the smile on her face betrayed the fact that she wasn’t entirely serious. One thing was certain: this was bound to be an interesting year.