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  1. I don't know metroid. This story contion a messing,wetting and diapers
    Samus has trucking down a monster that she had no close what it could do her goal was to capture the monster and that it back to the base. As Samus open the pod door something shot asid on her suit "system damage system going into lock down for 24 hours" her suit said "dam it what the hell was that acid" Samus said having to take her suit off she heard almost crying coming from the next room she took out her pasma pistol. As she walked into the next room she was shocked to see what in the room. She quickly looked around the room for any form of life seeing that there wasn't any she went for a closer look as she got closer she saw what the object was it was a crib but a crib for someone her size she open the deck next to it to found diapers her size and everything you need for changing diapers. After seeing that Samus felt off like she was meant to wear them but know she couldn't with a reason. Samus then felt her bladder fell up and needing to emety its self and soon before she could do anything she wet herself right then and there felling her piss run down her legs she started crying. "sweat heart is that you?" A female voice said Samus turning to see how it was she was shocked to see her mother standing there "mommy but I though you died" Samus said "now now baby girl Mommy is all right but the real question is did you pee yourself?" Samus "mother" said.
    "Sorry mommy I couldn't hold it" Samus said "that's alright we just know you woun't be ready for potty training lets get you in a diaper ok" Samus's mother said Samus nodded letting her "mother" get her out of her suit and into nothing but a diaper "there all diapered up" Samus mother said "mommy I have to go poopy" Samus said "that what your diaper is for just let it go let everything go and be my cute daiper baby girl" Samus's mother said Samus sound as she was told pushing out a load into her diaper forget everything after a few poops landed in her diaper Samus looked at her mother drooling and babing like the baby is she now. "The hunter is done my job is complete" Samus mother said "I hope you like your new life Samus Aran because your be in diapers for a long time if not for the rest of your life her mother said turning to a Lazard beast Samus sound asleep in the crib sucking on her thump. What will happened to Samus will she turn back to her normal self or will she stay as the beast diapered girl? Found out in part 2

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    “Please don’t make me beg.” The red headed woman said.

     

    “But we had plans!” Emily said. “It’s Valentines Day! I’m going out with my wife.”

     

    “You know I haven’t had a single night alone with him since Izzy was born. Please! I would have gotten a sitter if I knew, but he wanted it to be a surprise.” Misty said.

     

    “Let me guess. Ash thought it wouldn’t be a big deal to spring this on us at the last minute? Anna! Back me up here! Anna?” Emily sighed as she turned to find her wife, utterly oblivious to the situation.

     

    “Wee! Wee!” Anna said, as she lifted the one-year-old baby girl in the air, much to the baby’s delight, as it squealed and giggled with glee.

     

    “Anna!” Emily said.

     

    “What?” She asked, without turning her attention away from the newest addition to the family.

     

    “Misty wants us to babysit tonight.”

     

    “Oh, you here that, Izzy? It’s just the three of us tonight!”

     

    “Anna! It’s Valentines Day! We both took the night off to be together.” Emily said. Anna’s eyes widened as the light inside clicked. She looked from the baby, then back to Emily and Misty.

     

    “Please!” Misty begged, as she folded her hands in prayer.

     

    “We can always go out anther night, Em.” Anna said, as she bounced Izzy on her knee.

     

    “But…but…” Emily let out a sigh of defeat. “Fine.” She mumbled, before a pair of arms was thrust around her and she found herself suffocating in a pair of her sister-in-laws- breasts. Times like these she hated being so short. “Misty! Can’t breathe!” Emily said, poking the woman’s shoulder.

     

    “Thank you! You have no idea what this means to me! When you two have kids I’ll totally babysit for you.” Misty said. “You’re the best sister-in-law ever!”

     

    “Hey, I thought I was your favorite.” Anna said, a fake pout formed on her lips.

     

    Emily’s head reeled as Anna and Misty talked about Izzy’s routine. Her? Have kids? With Anna? Her face flushed at the idea. She stole a glance at her wife, who was busy blowing raspberries on Izzy’s tummy. Anna was the one who liked kids. Emily…not so much. They cried; they were too loud; they threw up on everything. Her thoughts were interrupted by the loud baby shrieks and wails. See? Happy one minute, and on a rampage the next.

     

    “What’s the matter, baby girl?” Anna asked. Her question was only met by louder shrieks. Emily sighed and joined the others in the living room while trying to hide her disappointment. She had really been looking forward to this evening. The two of them had been so busy with the company it seemed they hardly spent any time with each other outside of work. They hadn’t even gone on a honeymoon yet.

     

    “Here, let me take her. She’s probably hungry.” Misty said, scooping the wailing infant in her arms, before taking the seat next to Emily. Great, Emily thought. She was starting to get a headache from all the noise. “Anyone care if I feed her here?”

     

    “Go for it.” Anna said. Anna smirked as she watched Emily’s expression, as Misty lifted up her shirt and coaxed the baby on.

     

    Emily could feel her face turning red under Anna’s knowing gaze, as she pretended to be interested in anything other than what was happening mere inches to her right. At least the baby had stopped crying, she thought with a sigh.

     

    “That’s my girl, drink up. Mommy loves you.” Misty cooed to suckling infant. Emily bit her lip, as she met her own mommy’s gaze. Anna winked at her and mouthed the word later.

     

    This was all the regressions fault, Emily thought. What a strange side effect. She had always put up such a fight with Anna when they had been dating, when in reality, she had eaten the attention up. Once Izzy had been born, it had been obvious. Jealousy had given her away in the end. How sad was she? Being jealous of an actual baby.

     

    Emily felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. She pulled it out and gulped as the senders name flashed across the screen. Anna grinned and stuck her phone back on the coffee table. Your turn will come, baby girl. Emily sighed. It just wouldn’t be tonight.

     


    “…There’s a bottle for her in the fridge, give it to her around six, and put her down around eight. We’re trying to put her on a schedule.” Misty said, naming off task after task.

     

    “We’ll be fine,” Anna said. “She’s down for the count in her bassinet. Maybe we’ll even get lucky enough, and she’ll just sleep all night while you’re gone.”

     

    Misty snorted. “Don’t get your hopes up. Diapers and supplies are in the nursery, there’s pacifiers in top drawer…”

     

    “They’ll be fine.” Ash said trying to pull his wife out by the arm.

     

    “And keep those Eevee’s away from her!”

     

    “Have fun you two!” Anna said with a wave as Ash and Misty left.

     

    “Should have been us.” Emily mumbled.

     

    “Shush, you, we can still have a good time.” Anna said, coming up from behind as she wrapped her arms around Emily’s chest. Emily smiled in contentment as she leaned back into Anna’s body. She was powerless against her backward hugs. “We can still have a little fun while she’s sleeping.”

     

    Anna led her by the hand to the couch in the living room. She sat down first and pulled Emily on top of her. Emily smiled and rested the side of her head against Anna’s chest as she listened to her heartbeat. It was her favorite place to be, cuddled up on the couch wrapped in Anna’s arms. “Mmm,” Emily mumbled as Anna rubbed her back. She could feel all her frustrations and insecurities melting away by the second.

     

    “Are you going to sit there all night, or are you going to kiss me?” Anna asked using the palm of her hand to sweep back Emily’s long, black bangs from her face.

     

    “Eventually.” Emily mumbled into her chest, eyes still closed.

     

    “Is my little girl too tired to play? Maybe I should just put you down for a nap instead.” Anna teased. Emily’s green eyes sprung open. “There she is.”

     

    She lifted her head up as their mouths met at the half way mark. How had she lasted those two years without her? Every simple kiss and touch reminded Emily she was happy- even if she was stuck at home on Valentine’s Day on diaper patrol. As long as Anna was by her side, she didn’t care where they were. Their kisses changed from quick and simple to long and passionate as they said what was on their minds without needing to speak. Anna was the first to break apart only to lay Emily down flat on the couch. Anna’s hungry blue eyes sized her up before continuing where she left off. She wanted nothing more than to take her up to their room, but they were both ready here and now. Anna was halfway out of her pants when the baby started crying,

     

    “I’m sorry,” Anna said as she gave Emily one last quick kiss on the lips before getting up.

     

    Emily let out an exasperated sigh. All worked up and nowhere to go. How much time had they gotten? She checked her phone. 20 minutes. This was going to be a long night.

     

    “Would you mind giving Izzy her bottle while I start on dinner?” Anna asked, re-appearing from the kitchen five minutes later with a now calmed baby in one arm and a bottle in the other.

     

    “Sure,” Emily said as the baby was deposited in her outstretched arms. “Mood killer.” She whispered to the baby. Izzy smiled and cooed reaching out for her bottle. “I just can’t stay mad at that smile. You’re lucky you’re cute.” She hummed as she watched Izzy suck down the bottle. “You sure were hungry; no wonder you were crying.”

     

    She looked around for her blanket, but it was nowhere in sight. “Please don’t make me regret this.” Emily mumbled as she picked Izzy up and put her on her shoulder. She patted her back a few times. “Baby burp, not baby barf.” She chanted. The cool liquid running down her shirt told her she lost. Why did she always have to tempt fate and play baby roulette?

     

    “Anna! I’m going upstairs to change!” Emily called from the bottom of the stairs.

     

    “Did you lose again? Didn’t you learn your lesson the last time?” Anna yelled back. “Mind changing her while you’re up there?”

     

    Emily stuck a finger in her onesie while she walked up the stairs. “You are soaked, little missy.” Izzy beamed with pride. “Let’s get you changed before you pee on me too.” Emily headed to the nursery and set her down on the large changing table. They had spared no expense on this child. Top of the line furniture was scattered throughout the room. “You sure are spoiled, you know that?” The little red head cooed in agreement. “Thank you for saving the mess for, Anna. We talked about this, remember? You poop after I change you, that way it’ll be her turn.” Izzy blew a raspberry in response. Emily took it as an agreement.

     

    “Oh, I see how it is. You’re tag teaming me.” Anna said from the doorway. “And here I had something for you.” Emily noticed the disposable in her hand and a smile crept across her face. “You sure have changed from the girl I watched over in the hospital.” Anna giggled.

     

    “Well, it’s different when you have to wear them.” Emily said with a blush while she finished up with Izzy. “Or when it was your aunt.”

     

    “You couldn’t even pee in the forest with me around.” Anna said scooping up Izzy and setting her down in her crib. She looked from Emily to the changing table. Emily followed her gaze.

     

    “N-no, you can’t be serious! I’ll break it!” Emily said. She took a step back as Anna approached. “How would we explain that to Misty?”

     

    “Sorry, my wife has a kink from being regressed as a child.” Anna said with a grin.
    “Oh, yeah? Just me? And you aren’t into playing mommy in the slightest?” Emily prodded.

     

    “Arms up, little one. You smell like baby barf.” Anna said. Emily raised her arms and let Anna take off her shirt.

     

    “Just helping to set the mood.”

     

    Anna knelt down and un-clasped Emily’s shorts before inching them down ever so slowly on purpose. Emily stole a worried glance over to Izzy. She was getting older. How long could they keep playing in front of her? The baby was currently pre-occupied sucking on her own toes. They’d be fine for a little while longer. Anna patted the table once Emily had been stripped naked. Emily turned her back to the table, jumped, and tried to hoist herself up with her hands, but after three failed attempts, Anna had to help her the rest of the way.

     

    “See, it’s fine, it’s not going to break.” Anna said, trying her best to hide her grin. Just because it held her, didn’t mean it fit her. The sight was downright comical.

     

    “This isn’t going to work.” Emily said, body spread-eagled over the dresser.

     

    “You’re right; it’s not. I just wanted to see what you looked like.” Anna said. She offered her a hand up. Emily let out a squeal when Anna picked her up and set her on the floor. It always took her by surprise just how strong Anna was. She made a mental note to join her in the gym next time.

     

    “Hey, wait a minute! That’s not the pull-up kind!” Emily said, watching Anna un-tape it.

     

    “No, it’s not.”

     

    “But…you know I feel about…you know.” Emily said with a blush. She didn’t want to re-enact the circumstances that had brought them together. Wearing them was one thing; using them was something entirely different.

     

    “I won’t force you, Em. I’ll take it off for you if you ask me too.” Emily breathed a sigh of relief. Anna understood what she wanted. She wanted to be cuddled, and loved on, and held. She didn’t want to do that. There were limits to how far she was willing to take this, and they were still exploring those boundaries. “You ready?” Emily nodded and raised her hips off the ground so Anna could slide it under her. She loved the way it crinkled. It was strange how something so negative to her had turned to into this. They assumed it had something to do with learning the truth about her past.

     

    Emily grinned in anticipation as Anna squirted baby oil in her hands. It was an unnecessary step, seeing as how the diapers were never used, but Emily loved the way Anna’s gentle hands caressed her skin. They locked eyes, and smiled, before she closed them as Anna began to massage her thighs and bottom. She took her time in order to cover every inch of skin and then some. Up and down her hands went, with Emily turning to putty with every stroke. Then came the baby powder; it’s calming scent relaxing her into an even deeper trance. All too soon it was over though, and the diaper was taped into place.

     

    It crinkled even more than the pull on did, Emily realized as she sat up. She rubbed up and down and listened to the plastic sing in response. She smiled, despite the fact that it reminded her of being in the hospital those years ago. It felt even better against her skin, hugging her tight in all the right places.

     

    “You like it?” Anna asked, already knowing the answer. She frowned in concern watching Emily’s eyes mist over. “What is it?”

     

    “Am I weird, for liking this?” Emily asked.

     

    “Very, but I wouldn’t have you any other way.” Anna said wrapping her arms around her partner. “Nothing about the two of us is normal, is there?”

     

    After picking up the fussy infant, who had begun banging on the bars of her crib, the trio made their way down stairs. Emily, now in a fresh t-shirt and diaper, sat with Izzy in her playpen. She would build a tower of blocks, and Izzy would knock them down with a giggle. Soon Izzy became more interested it eating the blocks than playing with them. She giggled and clapped her hands when Emily began making faces. After a few rounds, Izzy stopped laughing and scrunched up her face.

     

    “Are you making faces too?” Emily asked, but groaned when she recognized it. “Party pooper.”

     

    Izzy’s scrunched up race turned bright red, before it relaxed and a look of utter tranquility washed over her. She squealed and clapped her hands when she was finished as a way of saying, “I’m good now, let’s keep playing!”

     

    “Oh, Anna Oak!” Emily yelled towards the kitchen.

     

    “Yes?” Anna said, coming into the living room before she paused to sniff the air. “Alright, which one of you did it” Emily pointed to Izzy, only for Izzy to point back at Emily. “Emily, it was you?” Anna asked in fake disbelief.

     

    “Traitor.” Emily said as Izzy giggled. She blushed as Anna opened up the back of her diaper.

     

    “Nope, not Emily. Hmm, It wasn’t me, and it wasn’t Emily, that only leaves one other person.” Anna said as she attacked the baby with tickles as Izzy squealed. “Alright, stinky butt, let’s go get you cleaned up. Finish dinner for me while I take care of this one? Unless you want to trade.” Anna said holding out the fragrant infant.

     

    “That’s all you.” Emily said, fanning her nose. She stepped out the playpen and finished stirring the pasta. By the time Anna returned with a fresh and clean baby, Emily had already set the table and scooped up two and a half servings of spaghetti. “Should I give her sauce? It’s going to end up everywhere.”

     

    “It would be cute.” Anna said, setting the baby down in the highchair.

     

    “But we’d also be spending the whole night cleaning the kitchen.” Emily pointed out. “Let’s just stick with noodles.” No sooner had she set the plastic plate on the high chair, little fists grabbed handfuls of pasta, and began wearing it.

     

    “No sauce.” Anna agreed. She poured two glasses of white wine and set them down on the table. “Sorry we couldn’t go out tonight.”

     

    “As long as I’m with you.” Emily said, taking a sip.

     

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    “She’s finally asleep.” Anna whispered as she closed the door to the nursery. It had been next to impossible to put her down for the night, but somehow Anna had managed. She really had a way with kids of all ages, at least when her temper was under control.

     

    “I don’t get why Misty doesn’t just use her Jigglypuff.” Emily said. The former gym leader had had no problems using it on Emily when she had refused to go to sleep as a kid.

     

    “She doesn’t want her babies face covered in marker.” Anna said, taking her by the hand and leading her back downstairs. “They won’t be back for another two hours. Care to pick up where we left off?”

     

    “I’m going to grab something to drink first.” Emily said as she tried to make her way to the kitchen, before Anna grabbed her wrist.

     

    “Wait here, I’ll get it.” Something about the way her eyes shone filled Emily with a nervous excitement. Her face flushed when Anna returned with one of Izzy’s bottles. Anna stopped and took in Emily’s expression. “Is this okay, or is it too far?”

     

    “It’s…okay.” Emily said with an embarrassed smile. Other than diapers, they hadn’t really introduced baby paraphernalia. It seemed a little backwards that they had started with diapers, but given Emily’s history, she had already been used to it. The only thing she had really wanted out of all this was the affection. Anna had looked it up on the computer, and showed Emily the results after she had come clean with her feelings a few months ago. The first thing Emily had done was put her foot down to spanking and Anna agreed. She didn’t think she could hit her even if she asked her to. Anna liked to tease her a bit. She thought it was cute when Emily got embarrassed, but she wasn’t out to humiliate her. Either one of them could say no at any time if it was too much.

     

    “Come here, baby girl.” Anna said patting her lap. Emily smiled, still feeling a bit hesitant before getting situated in Anna’s lap. “There we go.” Anna said, as Emily rested her head in her favorite position. “Open up.”

     

    “That’s not…?” Emily said, before her words were silenced by the rubber nipple.

     

    “No, it’s just milk.”

     

    With her worries put to rest, Emily closed her eyes and sucked. It was a bit awkward at first, but being held and cooed at by Anna was everything she had hoped. She loved the way Anna ran her fingers through her hair, and the way she called her her, baby girl. This moment would be perfect if it wasn’t for the fact she had to pee. The two glasses of wine had already moved through her. She wanted to enjoy this for as long as she could, so she tried to put it off. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, shuffled her feet, and bent her toes.

     

    “Something the matter, baby girl?” Anna asked. ”You haven’t asked to go potty all night. Are you wet?” She asked, patting the front of her diaper. Anna smiled as she watched Emily’s face turn red. She was so fun to tease, and she knew that dance all too well. “Do you want me to take you potty?” Emily shook her head; she didn’t want to get up yet. Anna patted her diaper again and let her be. She waited until she finished her bottle, whispering to her all along the way.

     

    Emily debated what to do, if she got up it would be the end of their play. Tapes weren’t like the pull on kind. If she took it off, she couldn’t put it back on. It would be pointless to ask Anna to put her in another; Ash and Misty would be back in the hour. She’d just have to hold it and try to enjoy the rest of their evening before it was time to put everything away. She tightened her grip around Anna’s chest and squeezed her legs together as much as she could.

     

    “What’s wrong? Don’t want to get up?” Anna asked, sliding her fingers through Emily’s hair. Emily nodded her head, locking eyes with her. “It’s okay if you want to use it.” Anna whispered. “I don’t want you to get up either.”

     

    “But…” Emily started to say, but was silenced by Anna’s finger on her lips.

     

    “You want some help?” Emily thought about it for a moment, before hiding her face and nodding. “Shh, it’s okay. Just relax.” Anna took her hand and ever so slowly traced her fingers up and down the front of her diaper. Emily fidgeted as she clenched her eyes shut. “Now doesn’t this bring back memories? I promise it won’t hurt this time.” Anna said, hand still rubbing down the front. Emily peeked her head out and locked eyes with her. “Go pee, baby girl.” Emily blushed bright red as she held her self still. She kept her eyes on Anna, who smiled wide and held her palm still against her diaper in waiting. Emily held Anna’s palm tighter against herself as she let go. Anna could feel the diaper growing warm and expanding. A hand down the front of Anna’s pants revealed Emily wasn’t the only one who enjoyed playing baby. “I love you, baby girl.”

     

    “I love you too.”

     

    “What’s that smile for? It’s awfully suspicious.”

     

    “Oh nothing,” Emily said as she rested against Anna’s chest with a wide smile on her face. “Do you want kids?” She asked after a few quiet minutes.

     

    “It would be nice, eventually, but for now, I think I’d like to have this little girl all to myself for a little while longer.” Anna said, before kissing the top of her head.

     

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    “Thank you, Ash. Dinner was great.” Misty said as they walked up the long stone path that led to the house. “It was nice to have a normal night out. Your sister may never forgive you though.”

     

    “Huh, what are you talking about?” Ash asked.

     

    “Your sister had plans tonight with Anna and had to give them up to babysit. You really should think of others, you know.”

     

    “But Emily was the one who made the reservations for us, she even called this morning to make sure it was still in place. Are you sure it wasn’t Anna who was upset?” Ash asked as they opened the front door. Misty paused for a moment as she took in the scene.

     

    “Wait outside.” Misty said shoving him back out.

     

    “Hey, wait, why?” Ash asked before getting the door closed on him.

     

    “I’ll tell you when you can come back.” She said, before approaching the two sleeping figures on the couch. She stood over them for a moment looking from Anna to Emily, who was sprawled out on top of her, a yellow stained diaper on full display. “You little manipulator.” Misty said under her breath, before shaking her head. She wasn’t even going to ask what they had been doing. “Anna, hey Anna, we’re back.” She whispered shaking her shoulder.

     

    Anna mumbled something under her breath before slowly opening her eyes. “Hey. What time is it?”

     

    “Time for you to take her upstairs and put some normal clothes on.” Misty said. She caught one of Izzy’s empty baby bottles on the coffee table. “Did you…were you two… was this my…?”

     

    “N-no!” Anna said as the memories flooded back. “Regular milk! I swear!”

     

    “I’m not even going to ask. I had Ash wait outside.”

     

    “Emily, wake up!” Anna said shaking her.

     

    “What is it, mommy?” Emily mumbled without opening her eyes. Anna’s face darkened in a deep blush as Misty covered her mouth while she laughed.

     

    “Misty’s here! Wake up! Go get dressed!” Anna hissed. Emily sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes before the scene before her sunk in. She looked down at herself, before letting out a startled, “eep!” She jumped off the couch and scurried up the stairs.

     

    “So…mommy, huh?” Misty asked with a smirk as Anna hid her face in her hands. “Sorry, but I’m only paying you for watching one baby tonight.”

  2. After several Hours of long and peaceful sleep, Blu finally woke up. The macaw stretched his wings and headed towards his bedroom window. Blu then looked outside to see that it was still daytime and that it was only the middle of the afternoon. "huh" the macaw had said with a smile, " looks like I still have some time to goof off a little before the kids come back", The macaw made his way towards the door. energized and now fully ready to begin his day, he began to take off into the sky.

     

    Blu felt a little bad that he wasn't heading his way towards Jewel to help her with the kids and the visit, especially since Blu knew how crazy the kids can act sometimes. However, Jewel had said that she would take care of the kids today and had told Blu to relax for the day. " If she said that, she must have been prepared for whatever happens today." After a few more minutes of thinking over the situation, Blu decided that he would simply relax for the rest of the day and somehow return the favor to Jewel later.

     

    While flying through the air, Blu had trouble deciding how to spend the rest of his day. "I could start a small soccer match." That thought however was immediately shut down when Blu remembered his last blunder at the last soccer game he played, in which Blu had inadvertently caused everyone to temporarily lose control over their food source to the scarlet macaw tribe. "They might still be a little mad about that... maybe i could go find something eat real quick." That idea was also shot down when Blu realized Jewel might get sore if he ruined his appetite before supper. Blu was puzzled. He hadn't been alone ever since he was with his owner/mother Linda. When she would work in her book shop, Blu would play with his toys, practice making funny noises, and either watch t.v or read books all day. There wasn't any responsibility or a family to look after. There wasn't any stress.

     

    But his thoughts on his past was interrupted by a familiar and friendly sound, "hey blue bird!" It was Nico and Pedro. Nico was his same old smooth self. he was a yellow bird with a white circle in the middle of his chest and black tips at the end of his wing and tail feathers. His best friend Pedro was a rather husky bird, with a mixture of black on his wings, back, and tail feathers and white on the rest of his body with the exception of his head, which was a bright red. Blu was well acquainted with the two of them and both were definitely considered to be close friends towards his family and him. They were, of course, one of the main reasons Blu and Jewel got together. "yo blu how's it hanging?'' Pedro had said with smile. "it's going good! how are you guys doing?" "we're just letting everyone know that we got ourselves a new club just on the other edge of the forest and everyone invited to it tomorrow night." "neat! count me and the rest of the family in!" "speaking of which, where is everyone else?" Nico said with a puzzled look. "oh! Jewel and the kids are visiting their aunt's." "why aren't you there?" "she gave me the day off!'' Blu had said with a smile. "hah! nice!" Said Pedro with a smirk. "Well, we better get going if we're gonna spread the word about the new club." said Nico hastily passing Blu. " We'll see you tomorrow Blu!" Pedro soon followed Nico and the two soon vanished behind the tree's and headed off to tell everyone of their new club.

     

    " I'll see you guys later!" After waving off a final goodbye, Blu continued to think of how to spend the rest of his day. "I know! I'll go visit Linda. It's been a while since i actually saw her." With his mind made up, Blu began to make his way towards the bird care facility.
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    I know this one is a bit boring, but don't worry, a major payoff is coming soon :). I also want to apologize again for taking so long to post another chapter, especially since this one isn't that magnificent. I will definitely put myself into high gear mode and publish new chapters a lot quicker from now on.

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    Nate's POV: Liz and I stepped back a bit, our Pokémon did the same. Elizabeth pulled out a Pokedex, I couldn't really tell what she was looking at, really. She and Midnight glanced at each other, then she threw a Shadow Ball at Omen. I looked at him for a second, he looked back at me with an, "I've got this, leave me alone!" look. "Um Omen, use..... whatever moves you know... I... guess." I said meekly. He took a deep breath, as if trying to focus, then began singing a haunting song, "Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment, come little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of shadows." His voice was great! Like a spider putting on a friendly façade for their prey then snapping once they've lured them in. I snapped back into reality when Elizabeth shouted, "Mag, use Return!" The umbreon came charging at Omen sudden hearts appearing then disappearing as soon as she did it. Omen cringed and stepped back a bit, barely able to stand. Damm, that must have done a shit ton of damage! The poor guy. "Uh, try using Me First!" I stuttered. Omen managed to steal the move Midnight was going to use and his horn shot out a Dark Pulse, his eyes told me he didn't want to fight Midnight. I looked up to see Liz standing there, looking rather smug. "Some thing tells me that smugness is going to wear off in three, two, one!" I thought, and as soon as that thought popped into my mind, Magnolia fainted right then and there. I heard a thud and turned around to see Omen fainted on the ground.I reached into my bag and pulled out a Poke ball. I gently tapped his forehead with it, didn't shake once! This capture and battle was a huge success! "Hmph, pretty good." Liz admitted. All I could do was nod, smile, and blush. Omen popped out his ball, fit as a fiddle! He nervously walked over to the female umbreon. I couldn't help but smile at how cute he looked when he was all nervous. "To be honest I didn't really know what to do at all!" I chuckled and sweatdropped."Well then how'd you know Omen had Me First?" It was Midnight who asked this, I heard another faint "nya" which caused Omen to blush slightly. "I didn't!" I replied, deciding to ignore Omen's arousal. Magnolia must have heard this, as she began movng and seductively (did I just call an Umbreon seductive?) said, while waving her tail and moving her hips in Omen's face, causing him let out a louder, "N-nyaa!" "I say we all go on a journey together, we could do a lot of fun things together, perhaps...lose a few certain things?" she looked right at Omen when she said that last part. "I say we do it, you?" Liz asked "Hell yes!" I screamed out excitedly! I looked down at Omen to get his opinion, he nodded vigorously. "In that case, LET'S GO! Liz shouted!

  3. Warning: For those who may dislike it (although it's a slight spoiler, but only barely), there's a light amount of yuri in this. Since it's a Valentine’s Day story, I thought it was best to make that rather clear from the get-go.

     

    Oh, and thanks, frostyjr2, for taking the time to edit this story!
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    Sarah shifted in place uncertainly. It wasn't the waiting that was bugging her, it was the fact that she had drank a lot of tea before going out that was bugging her. Here she was, waiting at the bus stop for not only the bus, but also for her friend Alyson to show up. As she waited impatiently, Sarah recalled the conversation that had gotten her into this situation.

     

     

    "Want to go shopping with me tomorrow? I need to buy something," Alyson had asked her.

     

    "B-but tomorrow's Valentine's Day; if we were to be walking around together..."

     

    Alyson giggled at the time. "You think too much about these things; it's not like people will think we are going steady or anything, right?"

     

     

    Sarah shook her head at the memory of the last comment, her cheeks burning.
    "Why did I hesitate to answer that question?! I should have easily laughed it off, or said 'that's not what I meant'!" Sarah sighed. "Well, at least we're still going shopping, I need to pick up a few things." Sarah rubbed her legs subconsciously, feeling her need slowly grow.

     

    The weather was unusually warm, especially for the thick cloud cover above, so Sarah was wearing a short red skirt, along with a dark red long-sleeved shirt. Sarah had chosen to wear black knee socks today, along with red shoes. Sarah's constantly moving legs just barely flashed her pink panties, and noticing someone walk by, Sarah had to stop her legs twitching and push her skirt down to block them from view.
    Sarah's closed umbrella was pink, which seemed to piece the whole outfit together, and it truly was in theme with the holiday. What really annoyed Sarah, however, was that she hadn't planned it out at all, and she thought that it would give people the wrong idea about Alyson and her.

     

    "Sorry I'm late!" Sarah heard to her left, and she turned to see Alyson running, her purse trailing behind her. Alyson was wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt, along with grey shorts. Her blue tennis shoes helped her skid to a stop a few inches from Sarah. Alyson sat beside Sarah, apologizing again before she even hit the bench. "I'm sorry for making you wait on me, but I was waiting on something myself."

     

    "What were you waiting on?"

     

    Alyson paused, then said, "You'll find out later... so how long have you been waiting here?"

     

    Sarah looked at her phone before looking back. "About twenty minutes."

     

    Alyson was instantly apologizing again, and Sarah tried her best to make it seem like it was nothing, although her bladder was saying that it could have been emptied many times over in the time she’d been waiting for her friend.

     

    Sarah had been contemplating a quick visit to the coffee shop across the street in order to use the rest room, but she hadn’t wanted to keep her friend waiting if Alyson showed up while she was inside.
    Now, just as her mouth opened to excuse herself, she caught a glimpse of the bus as it was rounding the corner.
    "Well, I'll just go at the mall, it's not too bad yet anyways."
    Sarah saw a hand come into view, and following up the arm with her eyes, she realized Alyson was offering to help her up.
    Once again, Sarah was paranoid, her eyes darting left and right.
    There wasn't anyone else at the bus stop, but she was still hesitant to accept the hand that was being offered to her. Slowly, she raised her right hand, allowing herself to be pulled out of her seat.

     

    Alyson was a little reluctant to let go of Sarah’s hand, but she realized Sarah probably wasn't used to this kind of attention. "So, Sarah," Alyson had asked once they were on the bus. "Where should we go first?"

     

    Putting a hand to her chin, Sarah waited a minute before replying. "Well, I need a new jacket, one that’s lighter for the spring and summer weather. If we can stop by a clothing store first, then we wouldn't have any obligations."
    Alyson smiled in return, which brought a shiver down Sarah's spine.
    It wasn't an unnatural smile, far from it. The smile itself just seemed a little too nice, especially with how Alyson had been acting recently.
    Ever since Sarah had revealed her biggest secret to Alyson, her best friend had seemed a lot more... distant.
    In fact, this was the first time in a while that Alyson had agreed to do anything together.
    Sarah sighed, realizing she probably was being a little too hard on Alyson. Alyson was probably just trying to get used to the idea, and Sarah's defensive attitude was what was getting in the way.
    Taking a deep breath, her hand moved to her side, the fingers interlocking with those of Alyson, and for a moment Alyson actually pulled her hand away. After the small moment of surprise, her hand moved back, gingerly holding Sarah's in her own.
    Sarah could feel the blush creeping onto her cheeks, but they were just friends, and holding hands wasn't abnormal for "just friends", right?
    "Of course it's okay," she told herself, "we're both girls, so we're just friends trying to cheer each other up."
    Sarah suddenly felt a small pang from her bladder, and she crossed her legs, trying her best to not make her need obvious. She might have to take a small detour after getting her new jacket.

     

    The bus came to a stop a couple minutes later, and Alyson was out of her seat like a shot, her eagerness to get on with the day translating to Sarah, although Sarah couldn't match Alyson in enthusiasm.
    Still, Sarah followed Alyson, their hands still locked together in what Sarah thought of as "a totally platonic holding of hands... in friendship."

     

    Walking into the mall, Sarah was already looking for a clothing store near by. She had only been there a few times, so she wasn't certain of the layout just yet. Her eyes stopped on a nearby store; it didn't have much on display, but she doubted a simple rain-repelling jacket would be showcased at the front, especially with the budget she was working with. She opened her pitifully small wallet, frowning as she only saw ten dollars in it. She wanted to get something a little more fancy, but her funds were somewhat lacking.

     

    Soon, the browsing began, and already she could tell there was something wrong besides her bladder, which was still nagging her to empty it.
    Alyson hadn't left to go look around, instead sticking to Sarah like glue.
    A hint of peevish frustration was starting to creep over Sarah. She was hoping to at least get a little bit of privacy so she could hold herself for a few seconds, but now that Alyson was trailing a foot behind, that wasn't going to happen.

     

    "Oh, what about this one?"
    Sarah turned to face the sound of Alyson’s voice, and a dark red jacket that seemed to go well with what she currently had on was in the other girl's hands. Sarah's eyes, however, were on the price tag.

     

    "Twenty bucks? I only have half of that-"

     

    "I'll pay the other half; you need one, don't you?"

     

    "Y-yeah, but..." Sarah couldn't let Alyson pay so much for her, she didn't want her friend footing even part of the bill. But she really did need the jacket… "OK, but I'll repay you later then."

     

    "No need, I have plenty of money to spend anyways."

     

    Sarah frowned, shifting place half in uncertainty and half from her need to pee.

     

    "...Fine, but I'm still paying for my half, alright?"
    Alyson nodded cheerfully in reply, the matter now settled.

     

    With nothing else to buy and Alyson obviously not looking for anything for herself, Sarah tried on the jacket briefly before taking it off, going over to the cashier to pay.
    As money changed hands, Sarah was marveling at the design of it. It was a well-made jacket, with the ability to use either the zipper or buttons to keep it closed, and it even had a hood that she could take off with another zipper.
    In addition to all that, it had plenty of pockets and even seemed to be water-resistant. She couldn't help slipping it on again.
    Through the glass panes of the mall atrium above them, they could see the sky was growing darker and more ominous with impending rain and Sarah handed her umbrella to Alyson, seeing as her friend didn't have anything to protect herself from the weather.
    "Now time to visit the restr-"

     

    "Um, can I... uhm... talk to you for a moment?"

     

    Sarah looked on in confusion. Alyson was so happy just a moment earlier, but now she looked... depressed?
    A second or two longer and Sarah realized that it wasn't depression she saw on her friend’s face; it was anxiety.

     

    "Sure... shall we sit on a bench? I saw some just outside this store."

     

    "R-right, let's do that." Alyson's face was rather red, as if she were embarrassed about what she was about to say. Sarah paid no mind, instead slowly sitting down with Alyson. She tried to hold Alyson's hand to comfort her, but Alyson pulled it away. She held her hand in front of her chest now as she closed her eyes, inhaled slowly, then exhaled deeply. Her eyes slowly opened, and some of her blush was gone, but thestammer remained in her voice as she spoke.

     

    "I-I... uh..." Alyson gulped audibly, licking her lips as they went dry.

     

    "Alyson, is everything okay? We're friends, so I don't feel like we need to be keeping things from each other."

     

    "B-but... it's..."

     

    "You wanted to tell me, so if you got this far already, there's no reason to hesitate now."

     

    Alyson nodded, taking another deep breath before bringing her purse forward. "W-well, I was late earlier because..." She pulled out a box that only just managed to fit in her purse. The box was about eight inches wide and ten inches long, and Sarah could already tell what was coming next. She could almost hear the words play in an echo as Alyson opened it up, revealing a large, homemade, chocolate heart.
    "W-will you be my Valentine?"

     

    "What is this, some kind of joke?" Sarah asked curtly.

     

    "N... no... I..."

     

    Sarah stood up suddenly, ignoring the warning signals from her bladder.
    "We're just friends, remember? You're the one who said so... "

     

    "W-well I-"

     

    "Are you trying to make fun of me? Are any of our other friends in on this?"

     

    Tears were welling up in Alyson's eyes, and now Sarah couldn't help feeling bad as she heard Alyson's reply. "F-forget it.... I knew you'd do this anyway..."

     

    "W-wait..." Sarah lifted a hand, but it was batted away by Alyson.

     

    "I spent two days working on this, and all I get is hateful words!"

     

    "Well, you're the one that is trying to make fun of me for being a lesbian!"

     

    The two momentarily stopped their conversation, falling into an awkward silence before Alyson spoke once again.
    "T-then, you're saying you don't want to be… a thing?"

     

    "N-no, I... I never said..."
    Sarah’s face was burning. She had thought it all was a joke, but now that she had just made Alyson cry for no reason, Sarah she realized it was it was her that had acted like a complete jerk.

     

    Suddenly, Sarah could feel a warm, wet, feeling starting in her panties, and her hands shot forward, pushing her skirt down between her legs.
    To top everything off, she had been so wrapped up in her emotions that she had forgotten to take care of her bladder. Now, when she felt the most anxious, her bladder weakened in response.
    Before she could do more than utter the words, “Oh, no…”, she was voiding uncontrollably, and a puddle formed rapidly between her feet as her friend looked on in shock.

     

    Mortified, Sarah pulled the hood of her new jacket over her head, running from the mall, heading straight for the bus stop. She didn't even pay attention to Alyson's calls as she ran outside, feeling the rain instantly start pelting her body. In the short time they had been sitting inside, a downpour had started, and now it was in full swing.
    Sarah ran to the covered bus shelter and sat down, tears running down her face now. As she sat there crying, she noticed that the rain seemed to blow in at times, and the wind chill combined with the cold rain on her legs was making her shiver and shake. She somehow had known she'd end up regretting her choice to wear a short skirt, but now that thought was only one of many that were running through her head. The prevailing thought was "How could I be so stupid?" She just repeated that in her head over and over.

     

    "Sarah..." Alyson said softly.
    She was standing right in front of Sarah now, and Sarah pulled her hood even more over her head, wishing the ground would swallow her up.

     

    "Please, just go away, Alyson. First I acted like a total jerk, and then I peed myself like a little girl," Sarah sobbed.
    “Why would you even want to be friends with me now?"

     

    Alyson wrapped an arm around Sarah.
    "Stop saying that; we're still going to be friends."

     

    Sarah sniffled, hugging Alyson, remaining silent.
    They hugged each other for a few moments, and then Alyson spoke up once more.
    "You know, I was so scared thinking about asking you to be my Valentine, I thought I was going to pee myself; I guess I should have expected that you'd probably react the same way."

     

    "Hmph, it's still embarrassing..."

     

    Alyson ran her fingers through the other girl's hair.
    "Oh, I didn't say it wasn't, I was just trying to comfort you."

     

    Sarah continued hugging her friend tightly, but her head tilted so she could look at Alyson. "You know what would make me happy?"

     

    "What?"

     

    "If.... well..." She wiped her eyes, sitting up. "F-first, promise me you'll share that chocolate heart with me?"

     

    Alyson giggled happily. "Of course, and it's filled with liquid marshmallow, so it's even better than just plain chocolate."

     

    Sarah couldn't keep a grin from her face as she spoke once more. "Then... If I agree to be your Valentine, will you agree to something for me?"

     

    "Well, I'll have to hear it first, silly."

     

    Sarah was the one to giggle this time, but her face grew a bit more serious as her hands slid down to Alyson's hands, holding them tightly. "...Will you be my girlfriend?"

     

    Alyson's expression didn't change, and Sarah almost repeated herself, thinking Alyson didn't hear, but then Alyson let go of Sarah's hands.

     

    Alyson's two hands quickly moved towards Sarah's blushing cheeks, and they steadied Sarah's head as the two girls enjoyed a long, long kiss.
    Despite the cold and the rain which continued to fall, the warmth of their kiss kept them from feeling the chill, and the only thing that managed to interrupt them was the bus finally arriving to pick up the two lovebirds and take them back home.

  4. Cassie scampered after Antalia and Kindles as they raced ahead of their trainers. They had already defeated Grant at the Cyllage City

     

    gym and gotten their second badge, the Cliff badge, and had just healed up their Pokémon at the Pokémon Center in Geosenge Town

     

    after battling some other trainers along the way. Now they were stopping by Reflective Cave for some sightseeing, and, as they would

     

    soon find out, some adventure.

     

     

    Cassie, Antalia, and Kindles chased each other through the cave tunnels, making silly faces at the reflective cave surfaces as they ran.

     

    The walls echoed their laughter. “Hey, let’s play hide and seek!” Antalia suggested excitedly, all six of her tails rippling with enthusiasm.

     

    “Yeah!” Cassie and Kindles said in unison. “Lemme go tell Kate and Hazel.” Cassie said, bounding back the way they came. “Erm, I’ll go

     

    with you!” Kindles called awkwardly after her, causing a flurry of giggles from Antalia. “Okay,” Cassie said in a slightly confused tone of

     

    voice, but on the inside her stomach filled with Butterfree. She secretly longed for nothing more than to have some time alone with him,

     

    picturing herself frolicking alongside the blue and yellow Fennekin in a beautiful sunflower field, or lying by the ocean on a warm summer

     

    night. Lost in her daydreams, Cassie failed to notice a patch of dried mud in their path, and ran right over it. Kindles, who was hardly

     

    paying attention to anything other than Cassie’s gorgeous, fluffy tail bobbing up and down in front of him, followed her. The ground

     

    immeadiatly disappeared beneath their paws, and both fell into a rather deep hole, and proceeded to tumble down a very steep slope,

     

    before falling into a rather cramped underground clearing.

     

     

    Stunned, the two of them shook the dirt out of their pelts, which did nothing as they simply coated each other in more dust. Growing

     

    more and more fearful, Cassie tried charging up the slope, but it was much too steep. Kindles tried as well, also to no avail. Cassie

     

    transformed herself into a Pidgey, realizing anything larger would have a wingspan too wide to fly out of the hole. “What should I do?”

     

    Cassie asked nervously, still fluttering in the air. Lost for words, Kindles could utter nothing more than stutters and stammers, his white

     

    cheek fur taking on a light pink hue. Cassie rolled her eyes. “Aye, aye, captain.” Thinking of a new plan, she grabbed the Fennekin by

     

    the scruff of the neck in her small Pidgey talons, and tried to carry him out of the hole, but his weight was just too much for her tiny wings

     

    to hold, and they both tumbled back down, and in her surprise Cassie reverted back to her usual form, filled with mixed emotions, fear

     

    and frustration the most evident. “What good is it to be a Zorua if I can’t even get myself out of a situation like this?” she asked, to no one

     

    in particular. Hot tears surfaced in her eyes, but she refused to show weakness in front of Kindles, so instead she faced the wall, and

     

    pressed her head against its cold surface. Kindles hated seeing the minty toned Pokémon in such a miserable condition, so he came up

     

    with another plan. “You should go and find Kate and then come back for me,” he said, his eyes fixated on his shifting paws. As much as

     

    he hated admitting it, he really wished she wasn’t here right now, as it was becoming harder and harder to conceal his ever growing

     

    desperation. He had almost completely lost control when they fell down the hole, and was relieved when nothing had leaked out, but he

     

    hoped Cassie hadn’t noticed him frantically pressing his fore paws between his haunches. Bringing himself back to reality, he looked to

     

    see Cassie look at him in disbelief and defiance. “Wha- no! I could never leave you here alone, I’d be worried sick about you!” she

     

    wailed, quickly slamming her jaws shut as she heard herself. She hoped her dark fur concealed her burning red cheeks. As much as he

     

    hated to hear that at this very moment, he couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she had openly said to him that she cared so much

     

    about him. “T-thank you,” he said, and all the right words flooded into his mind, but he didn’t know how to get them out. “But then what

     

    do we do now?” he asked innocently enough. “Whelp,” Cassie said, circling around before curling up on the floor, “we’ll just have to wait.

     

    I’m sure Talie will find us, thinking we went to hide early or something. If Kate or Hazel don’t find us first,” she added, resting her head on

     

    her paws. “I’m gonna take a nap, wake me up if there’s an emergency.” Kindles panicked a bit. “Uh about that,” he said, extremely

     

    embarrassed. “There’s kind of an emergency now.” Cassie looked at him, puzzled. “Huh? What’s wrong?” She noticed that he was

     

    shifting his weight slightly from side to side. “I have to…” he trailed off, now picking up his paws as if he was walking in place. “You have

     

    to what?” Cassie asked, very confused, until she realized with horror what the problem was. “Oh, come on, Kindles! You should’ve gone

     

    before we entered the cave!” she scolded him, but immeadiatly felt ashamed of herself as he winced at her words, lowering his head with

     

    his eyes squeezed shut, as if he was waiting for her to smack him upside the head. She sighed. “Look, I’m sorry I snapped at you. I

     

    didn’t mean it, honest. But now what are we supposed to do?”

     

     

    “I dunno,” he admitted, his front paws now jammed between his back legs, as he continued rocking from side to side. “But I think it would

     

    be in your best interest and mine to come up with some sort of plan,” he said. “And fast.”

     

     

    After a moment’s time, Cassie had an idea. She turned herself into a Bunnelby and used her ears to dig a small hole in the ground,

     

    scooping the hard dirt into a pile next to it. Once it was complete, she returned to her normal form. “Is that okay?” she asked genuinely.

     

    “It’s perfect,” he said quickly, wasting no time in using it for its intended purpose, not caring in the slightest that his crush was less than a

     

    foot away. Since it was such a small space, he had to squat instead of lifting his leg. Cassie giggled. “You having a nice time there,

     

    buddy?” she asked teasingly as he continued relieving himself. The sound of liquid splashing onto the hard rock was louder than either

     

    of them had anticipated. They made an awkward eye contact, and Kindles merely shrugged.

     

     

    It had been almost half a minute and Kindles had closed his eyes, still not finished. “Geez, Kinny, did you drink an ocean or something?”

     

    Cassie remarked, dumbfounded. As if on que, right after Cassie spoke his flow began to die down until it was just a trickle, before

     

    stopping completely. A few drops fell afterwards. “You okay?” Cassie asked. Kindles nodded his head, a goofy smile on his face. “Never

     

    better,” he said light-heartedly, about to fill in the hole. “Wait,” Cassie said awkwardly, and he stopped. “What?”

     

     

    “Well, I was fine earlier, but now… and I had to listen to you go, and, um…” she said. She shifted her weight from her left side to her

     

    right, embarrassment coursing through her. Kindles looked at her, flashing her a playful look. “You need this, don’t you?”

     

    Cassie nodded. The two traded places, and Kindles faced the wall while Cassie got into position. The two stayed there for a minute or

     

    two, and all was quiet. Cassie managed to let out a couple of spurts. Kindles finally broke the silence. “I thought u said you had to go?

     

    Are you okay? You don’t need help or anything, do you?” he asked awkwardly, turning to face her. She blushed harder than she already

     

    had been, and another spurt left her. “No, I definitely do not need help.” she said, her face feeling like it was on fire. “Okay, good,”

     

    Kindles said with a sigh. Although he had feelings for her, he wasn’t ready for that level of… whatever this was. “So what’s the matter

     

    then?”

     

     

    “It’s just that…” she trailed off, her throat throbbing with embarrassment. Kindles saw the concern in her eyes. “It’s okay,” he said

     

    reassuringly, padding over to her and putting a forepaw around her shoulders. “You can tell me.” Cassie looked at her paws, still shifting

     

    with her growing need. “It’s nothing, I just get… nervous, that’s all,” she said, wishing she could just disappear from the face of the

     

    planet. “Oh…” Kindles said with understanding. “You’re pee shy?” He looked at her with the most beautiful clear blue eyes she’d ever

     

    seen. “…yeah, that…” she said, frustrated with herself for being so stupid. “I think I can help.” And with that, he grabbed her chin lightly

     

    and turned her head to they were facing each other, and he kissed her, right on the lips. All the contents of Cassandra’s bladder gushed

     

    out of her by what felt like bucketfuls at an alarming speed. She tried to tell her eyes to close, but they stayed wide open, whether she

     

    liked it or not. She took significantly less time to finish than Kindles, and didn’t break the kiss for a second. It started out as sweet and

     

    gentle, but by the time she was done relieving herself it had become very passionate. She practically threw herself on top of him, and the

     

    two lay on the floor, not caring about anything else in the world. They were so into each other that they failed to notice Antalia tumble

     

    down the slope, and the Vulpix sat in front of the two for a good 2 minutes in pure disbelief. Then, she snapped out of it. “Well, well,

     

    WELL,” she teased, fully aware that neither of them had even noticed her presence. Cassie and Kindles both snapped their heads in her

     

    direction, and immediately tore their lips apart. Kindles’ tongue lolled out of his mouth. “So, when’s the wedding?” Antalia jeered. Cassie

     

    was mortified, but Kindles had a very goofy grin on his face, his tongue still poking out of the corner of his mouth. “Talia, please, please,

     

    please don’t tell anyone,” the Zorua pleaded. Antalia giggled, but then gave her friend a light-hearted punch un the shoulder. “Tell

     

    anyone what?” she said innocently. Relieved, Cassie tackled her, giving her a tight hug. “Thanks, Talia,” she said. The Vulpix hugged her

     

    back. “Hey, I said it’s no biggie, didn’t I? No need to kiss me or anything,” she added, and Cassie gave her a playful shove. “Okay, okay,

     

    I get it. But how do we get out of here now?”

     

     

    “Kate and Hazel are waiting for me outside the hole. Luckily, I know for a fact that Hazel has an Escape Rope on her. We’ve been

     

    looking for you two for quite a while, you know. Hey, what’s that?” she asked, gesturing with her nose to the soaking wet hole in the

     

    ground. “Oh, that’s, er, nothing.” Cassie said nervously, racing over to it and filling up with dirt. Antalia shrugged, and gave a quick yip to

     

    signal to their trainers that the two missing Pokémon had been found. Moments later, the end of a rope was lowered, and all three of

     

    them grabbed on. Antalia then yipped again, and they were all hoisted out of the steep hole. Kindles and Cassie raced over to Kate, and

     

    Hazel gave Antalia a Poké Puff and a pat on the head for a job well done. Kate hugged each of her newfound companions. “Come on,

     

    you silly bunch, we’ve still got the whole Kalos region ahead of us.” They all agreed, and with that they set off again, new adventures

     

    surely awaiting them.

  5. ******************
    Part One – Great Oak
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    “Here we are, Marina. Welcome to Great Oak. Welcome...to the ocean." Baeden waved his hand across the air, gesturing at the colossal body of water that spanned out ahead of them, shining and endless. Numerous people swam and splashed along the shore, the size of ants to them from their vantage point. They stood on a hill overlooking the small village, taking in the salty air and the fresh scent of the ocean. Marina was in tears from the pure beauty of it, her hands folded over her chest.

     

    "It's real," she whispered. "I've never imagined...I never could have. How can something like that exist in our world?"

     

    "It doesn't exist in our world, we exist in its world. The ocean is the most powerful force there is. All life on Earth exists because of that great span of blue out there. And if we cross it, if we go far enough, we end up in France.

     

    Marina grasped Baeden's hand and squeezed it tightly. "I trust you, my Prince. If you say there's a new home for us out there, it must be the truth." She winced as she felt her stomach growl loudly. "Oh, I'm so hungry."

     

    "Ha, me too," Baeden agreed. "We'll have a fantastic meal in the tavern. It'll be the first time we eat together outside of my chambers, won't it? They're probably preparing lunch as we speak. Do you need to wee before we enter the town?"

     

    "Only a little," Marina said. "I don't want to though. The next time I do it, I want it to be in that ocean. I can only imagine how good it would feel to let go underwater. I know we have to eat first, but no matter how badly I need to go, I'll hold it in until I'm in the ocean."

     

    "That sounds wonderful," Baeden said.

     

    "Wait though, it might not work out," Marina said sadly. "Gaston is still following us. We have to cross the water as soon as we can, before he catches up. We shouldn't even eat until we're on a ship, and we can't waste time playing in the water. I might have to do this when we're already in France...

     

    "No." Marina looked up, furrowing her brow as Baeden suddenly grew serious. "I've been thinking about it, and France is no escape. It will delay him throughout the coming autumn and winter, but he will use the time to prepare armies. He is insane enough to lead an invasion of France to get me back. At that point, it will be to take me prisoner as a traitor, not to return me to my place as Prince."

     

    "So where are we going to go?" Marina asked worriedly. She compulsively looked over her shoulder. The road was empty for as far as she could see.

     

    "Nowhere," Baeden said. "No matter where we go, he will never stop hunting me. I will stand and fight. I have no choice but to end his life. Without him, my mother would never risk war with France, not even for me."

     

    "Baeden, no" Marina whispered. "I know you are afraid of him, even if you would never admit it. There must be reason for that. You know you can not fight him as an equal."

     

    Baeden stayed silent, gazing out over the water. A minute later, he took Marina's hand. "Let us enter the town. We must purchase clothing, first thing. The robe hides it, but the back of your dress is stained yellow. At least my pants hide it..."

     

    She nudged him, but smiled slightly as she followed him towards the gates of Great Oak. *There's no use in arguing with him. If he's decided to fight, he will fight. I have to trust him like I always do.* They made their way down the hill and finally stepped through the town gates, and she stared around in wonder at the unique architechture and the eccentric shops. A blacksmith that sold all sorts of strange swords and bludgeons, curved and hooked and spiked. Spice merchants selling a rainbow of powders and leaves, and clothiers with gowns, dresses, and shirts unlike any she had ever seen.

     

    "This is a port town," Baeden said. "Goods come in from countries around the world, and they are all sold and traded here. There's goods from France, Scandenavia, Germany, even some from very far-off lands like Africa and Asia. As I told you, we live in a massive world."

     

    An hour later, and the two of them stumbled into the inn, their arms full of their purchases. Baeden managed to slam two copper coins on the counter, and they followed the innkeeper down the stairs and into their small room. "I'm bloody starving," Baeden complained. "Lets get changed and get back up there."

     

    Had they been any less hungry, their mutual nudity may have led to something fun, but they had no time for it. They simply looked away from each other as they separated their purchases, picking out what to wear. Minutes later, they looked each other over, both smiling stupidly. Marina looked vivacious in her long, dark red half-dress. In Lunambra, a garment this revealing would have a woman arrested. Here in Great Oak, nobody seemed to care much for their shame. In the streets, many men wore nothing but small cloths over their privates as they went about their business, and women walked around in underskirts alone with leather braziers as tops. She had even seen two young girls with their breasts out and their skirts pulled up where they just barely covered their womanly parts, laying on a patch of grass under the bright sun.

     

    When she questioned Baeden about their lack of modesty, all he gave her as explanation was "French," along with a shrug. She smiled at the thought that the coastal towns of France might be the same. She really liked it. She liked it so much that she had chosen to forgo her underdress completely, so that at just the right angle, you could see the red hair between her legs glistening in the candlelight.

     

    Despite this freedom, Baeden was fully dressed, and Marina could only compare his appearance to depictions of the Archangle Michael. Starting from the bottom, he stood in armored steel boots that were perfectly fitted to his feet and ankles. Above that, he wore leather greaves with shining steel plates attached to his shins and thighs. A white and gold quilted doublet was his shirt, and on the outside of that, a paled leather scale cuirass that covered his whole torso. Deeply curved pauldrons sat on his shoulders, and more leather scales ran down both of his arms and folded into steel gauntlets.

     

    To top off the look, a four foot long straight sword unlike any Marina had seen was strapped across his back. The blade was narrow but long, with a groove running its whole length and meeting at a deadly-looking point. The handguard was ornate, with shining lines carved into the steel. The protrusions expanded six inches on either side of the hilt, ending in flat edges that caught even the dim light of the inn room. Two steel bars were attatched from the handguard to the blade itself, though Marina's limited knowledge of swords told her that it was likely stylistic rather than actual support for the blade. The hilt was thin at both the handguard and pommel connections, but widened in the center to give a reliable grip. The pommel itself was silver and bulbus, but looked proper on the entirely unusual weapon.

     

    "Spada da Due Mani," Baeden said. "It's an Italian weapon, one I've admired for most of my life. I was never allowed to purchase one in Lunambra, as Gaston thought wielding a weapon of another country a shameful act. It was a great cause of argument between us over the years, and it seems entirely fitting that it be the last thing he ever sees."

     

    "There's no talking you out of this, is there?" Marina asked, looking down at her feet.

     

    "There isn't," Baeden answered truthfully. "Gaston is a detriment to Lunambra, but my mother will never be able to get rid of him. This is my final duty to my Kingdom." He silently made his way out of the room and up the stairs. The tavern's main room was large and lively, and heads turned as the well-equipped man ascended the steps. They quickly lost interest, returning to their own food and drink. Baeden and Marina took a seat in the corner, and Baeden ordered a baked chicken and two tankards of ale.

     

    Their order thankfully came sooner than they expected, and they ate and drank into the afternoon. The chicken was spicy, spicier than anything either of them had ever eaten, so they had to continue drinking to keep comfortable. Baeden, preparing for the coming fight, only had the one tankard of ale, and water only after that. Marina downed two tankards, followed by three goblets of water. Nearly everyone in the town was crammed into the tavern now, singing and drinking and otherwise making merry. Baeden was considering ordering them a pair of baked potatoes when the roar was heard, piercing even the din of the tavern.

     

    "PRINCE BAEDEN OF LUNAMBRA, CEASE YOUR COWARDACE! BY ORDER OF QUEEN JENARA, I AM HERE TO DRAG YOU HOME, EITHER WITHOUT YOUR HONOR OR WITHOUT YOUR LIFE!”

     

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    Part Two – Duel
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    “Who is that?” whispered a patron of the tavern. “Prince Baeden? Here?”

     

    “Of course not,” drawled the barmaid. “We've gotten no warning, no time to prepare.”

     

    “His words are true,” Baeden spoke up from his place in the corner. Everyone turned to him as he stood up, straightening to his full height. “I am Prince Baeden, and the man you just heard shouting is General Gaston, commander of Lunambra's armies. He is here to bring me home, for I have abandoned my Kingdom. I have abandoned it, not for fear, not for wealth, but for this woman that you see next to me. She is a servant, I am a Prince, and we are in love. This town is a sanctuary for men and women who, under whatever circumstance, decided to leave their homes behind. I am no different from any of you. Now, there is one last thing I must do before I leave this land forever. I ask that everyone here remain indoors, for your own safety. Thank you for your hospitality.”

     

    Baeden shouldered his way through the crowd of onlookers, each of them staring at him with a blend of fascination and curiosity. Marina watched him fearfully as he stepped through the wooden door, clicking it shut behind him. The second he was outside, everyone in the tavern clambered over one another to get to the windows. Marina already had a perfect view from where she sat, and she frowned as the barmaid's large frame squeezed her against the window glass. She watched as Baeden made his way to Great Oak's center courtyard. The massive symbol of the town, the Great Oak itself, covered the sky over him. No matter how far she turned her head, Marina could see nothing besides Baeden standing there calmly. Minutes passed, and the murmurs of the crowd increased, when their hunter finally stepped into view.

     

    He wore the same armor he had the morning he saw her there on the balcony, though now it was stained from the road, the tabard frayed and the boots coated in mud. The two men stared each other down for a long time, and then Baeden spoke, though she could not hear his words.

     

    ***

     

    “I did not expect you alone,” Baeden said. “I assume my trick to split you up was a success.”

     

    “Unfortunately,” Gaston replied with a growl. “Your mother traveled north with them, you know. If something happens to her, it will be your responsibility.”

     

    “My mother is stronger than you think,” Baeden assured him. “She raised me, after all.”

     

    “I RAISED YOU!” Gaston screamed. “I handed you the first sword you ever touched, and I taught you how to wield it. I fitted your armor for ten years, I sharpened your blades, I made you into who you are today!”

     

    “No,” Baeden whispered. “You tried your hardest to turn me into you, but I would never use my strength to terrorize those weaker than me. I would never burn down villages for speaking against Lunambra, I would never behead people for stealing an ear of corn, I would never threaten a woman's life. You are a menace and a tyrant, and that is why I will stop you here and now, as my final duty to my Kingdom.” Baeden reached up, grasping the hilt of his new sword and tearing it from its strap. He took his stance, raising the blade above his head.

     

    Gaston was visibly enraged. His face had the focus of a proper warrior, but his fists were shaking and his posture was aggressive and powerful. “You attacked me from behind last time, like the coward that you are. You will not get the best of me again.” Gaston reached to his side, drawing his broadsword in one swift motion and taking his own stance. “You have spoken against everything I stand for. You speak against law, against hierarchy, against decency. I do not care if the Queen has me executed for it. I have decided to kill you with my own hands.”

     

    “As have I,” Baeden agreed. “Enough talk, let us end this as men.”

     

    Gaston began his advance, striding towards Baeden with his head held tall. As he approached, it became clear how much taller Gaston was than the Prince. His shadow loomed over Baeden, and it was obvious to Marina why he was so feared as he raised his sword in both hands and brought it crashing down towards Baeden. The Prince sidestepped the first strike, slashing around with his own longer blade. Gaston pivoted and knocked it aside with his left gauntlet, swinging his sword up slamming it against Baeden's cuirass. Baeden stumbled and caught himself just in time to duck a massive sweep, juking under the blade and ramming Gaston with his thick pauldrons. Gaston leaned forwards to absorb the blow, bringing his knee up to slam into Baeden's hip. Baeden yanked his leg back to lessen the impact, and leaned to his right before he threw his sword forwards in a powerful close-range thrust. Gaston somehow parried it with the end of his hilt, forcing the tip of the Spada to his left as he spun out of the grapple and regained proper footing. Baeden recovered quickly, slashing his weapon in a wide arc that forced Gaston to backstep away from it.

     

    The separation did not last long, as Baeden was the one to restart their bout with a series of thrusts from his longer weapon. Gaston parried each of them with ease, then slammed Baeden's sword away, jumping forwards and throwing a thunderous front kick. Baeden was caught by surprise, taking the blow to his armored stomach and toppling backwards. He rolled backwards to his feet just as the tip of Gaston's broadsword was thrust into the ground where his neck had been a second ago. Baeden threw his own kick now, aimed at Gaston's sword hand. The ground acted as a stopper, preventing him from withdrawing from the kick, and Gaston shouted as the blade was wrenched from his grip. Baeden offered no mercy, swinging his sword up towards the unarmored joint under Gaston's right arm. Displaying unbelievable agility for a man of his size, Gaston jumped to his left, minimizing the impact of Baeden's strike. He hit the ground rolling, tumbling through the dirt and stopping next to one of the large wooden benches that lined the trunk of the Great Oak.

     

    Getting to his feet quickly, Gaston grasped the bench and spun, hurling the piece of furniture directly at the advancing Prince. With no time to dodge properly, Baeden hit the dirt as Gaston charged him from behind the flying bench. Baeden kicked out, catching Gaston in the shin, and he rolled aside as the General crashed down beside him. If he was stunned from the fall, it didn't show as he folded up his legs and threw himself forwards, scrambling back to his broadsword that still stuck from the ground. Baeden was too slow standing, and Gaston had recovered his weapon as Baeden raised his arms for a downward strike.

     

    Marina's heart froze in her chest as Gaston slashed the broadsword horizontally, under Baeden's raised arms. The edge slammed into the side of Baeden's pale leather cuirass, cutting into the hardened material. Somehow the leather managed to fully blunt the attack, but the weapon was still heavy, and Baeden knew that at least one rib had broken. Any normal man would have fallen immediately, but Baeden simply screamed the pain away as he grasped the blade of Gaston's broadsword with his gauntlet, tearing it from his armor. Gaston tried to pull away, but Baeden held strong and threw another mighty kick. It landed perfectly, impacting Gaston's gut between the cuirass and groin plate of his greaves. Despite his muscles and great endurance, the General fell to his knees as Baeden released the broadsword and tightened his grip on the Spada.

     

    He raised it over his head and brought it down with no hesitation, right towards the center of Gaston's head. With the last of his focus, Gaston leaned to his left and the blade slammed against his steel gorget, sliding down the pauldron. Gaston roared his fury, getting one leg under him as he tried to force himself to his feet. Baeden struck at him again, trying to cut into the side of his neck with the base of his blade. Gaston reached up and grasped the pommel of the Spada with his left hand, under Baeden's own grip. They wrestled for control of the sword as Gaston tried to thrust his broadsword into Baeden's legs. His greaves were luckily full steel plate, and they protected him as he fought for his weapon. Gaston pulled hard, and Baeden felt his grip weaken, the crack in his side sending waves of pain across the whole right side of his body. Another mighty pull and the long blade was pulled from his grip. Gaston exhaled as he started to stand up, but Baeden lifted his left leg and stomped down on Gaston's thigh, forcing him back to his knees.

     

    Gaston's vision was still hazy as he saw Baeden reach out, grabbing the blade of the Spada in both of his hands. Placing his foot on Gaston's chest, he leaned back, wrenching his sword away from the General. He spun the weapon, grasping it by the tip of its blade and gripping it tightly in his steel gauntlets.

     

    Gaston knew what was coming, and he was too weak to prevent it. Baeden roared out in victory as he swung the inverted sword down into Gaston's shoulder, the heavy handguard piking through his gorget and embedding itself in the General's neck. Blood flowed from the armor immediately, and increased as Baeden withdrew the weapon. Gaston fell back, staring at the sky as Baeden brought the handguard crashing down again, puncturing the chest of his cuirass and sinking deep into his body and deep into his heart.

     

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    Part Three – Freedom
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    Jenara began to cry just as the gates of First Hearth came into view. The rather unoriginally-named village was the first fief of Jarkan, only fifteen miles past their border. It used to belong to Lunambra, but after Jarkan's land was returned to them, they reclaimed and hastily renamed the small town. I wonder of Kaitlen had anything to do with its naming, seeing as she was the one to reclaim it. The woman had slipped away from them soon after leaving the tower, retreating into the nearby woods. Nicolas had started after her, but Jenara had demanded he stay present under the guise of fear. And so she escaped to whatever life she was going to lead after giving up her plans against Lunambra.

     

    There were many reasons why Jenara could have been crying. The sight of the beautiful mountainscape that spanned the sky before her, the thought of finding familiar company, the emotional strain of killing a man for the first time in her life, or the fact that her plan was so close to long-awaited fruition. The cause was none of that, though. In reality, the one and only reason she was crying was because of the absolute typhoon that was contained inside her screaming, tormented bladder. As they rode on, she put everything together in her mind. She had consumed at least ten glasses of water and wine at the feast...Sixty-two hours ago. Not including the water she had been forced to drink during the trip, it was now one hour before noon three nights after she had done so, and her body was having none of it.

     

    She was truly terrified, she knew that the second she unstuck her womanhood from her leather saddle, she would instantly soak herself in front of an entire town. Her belly was so inflated that it lightly brushed the grip of the saddle, eight inches in front of her. Somehow the guards had not yet noticed this, too absorbed in their banter to pay her any attention unless she asked for it. As much as it mortified her to her very core, she was deeply considering dismounting right where she was and wetting herself in front of the guards. What is worse? Four guards of my own Kingdom? Or an entire village that is not under my command?”

     

    She forced the thought out of her mind, squeezing her eyes shut and wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. If I piss myself, it's going take the complete failure of my body before I do so. I will NOT give in. Not yet. And so she gripped the horse's flanks with her legs, pulling her weight down on the saddle even harder. The animal whinnied a soft complaint, but kept its pace as the gate grew ever closer. Ten minutes later, they passed through the gate to the curious stares of Jarkan's townspeople.

     

    “Drake, ride to the tavern and book a room for us and a room for the Queen,” Jason ordered. “And keep an eye out for Prince Baeden. Ask the innkeeper if someone of his description checked in recently, but do not mention him by name.” The other guard nodded and kicked at his horse, speeding off around a corner.

     

    The rest of them continued their slow trot as Jenara's eyes went wide with a final glimmer of hope. My own room, with a private chamberpot and no men around. I may have to wait a while more to implement my plan, but it would be more than worth it. “We are going to the tavern now?” she asked, her voice far higher than she intended. “I thought we were to address the citizens to let them know why I am here.”

     

    “That was the plan,” Jason said, “but after the hostility we met at the tower, we've decided it would be safer to keep our identities secret, until we can speak to a member of Jarkan's Royalty.”

     

    “That is acceptable,” Jenara agreed. She was so thankful that she would have kissed him on the spot, had she been a lady of any lesser stature. They rode for just minutes more until the tavern came into view, a tall stone and wood building with a shining steel sign in the likeness of a tankard of ale. Just the fictional depiction of liquid sent a wave cascading through Jenara's body, and she shivered head to toe. Jason dismounted, and as he always did, held out his hand to help the Queen off her mount. She had no choice, she took it and slid off the horse. The moment she hit the ground, her body shouted out loud, entirely against her will. Both hands flew to her privates and pushed hard against the front of the dress as her legs went half-limp from the pain of it all.

     

    The three guards surrounded her in concern, grasping her shoulders and trying to straighten her up. “My Queen, what is the matter?” Nick asked politely.

     

    “NOTHING!” Jenara screamed furiously at him. “I am in pain from riding that animal all morning, that is all. Get me in a room, now.”

     

    “As you wish,” Nick said, looking slightly hurt. He started to push open the tavern door just as Drake came stumbling out from the other side.

     

    “Fuckin' 'ell,” Drake groaned. “Right cunt that one is. Said there's only one room available, and she refused to evict the guests of another no matter how much gold I offered, and I couldn't mention the Queen's name.”

     

    At the sound of Drake's words, Jenara's hope was shattered as though a catapult had fired through the stained glass window of a Grand Cathedral. Her identity forgotten, she felt the first drop of wee leak out of her. She was beaten.

     

    No, said the smallest voice in the deepest part of her mind. I am Queen Jenara, a member of the Royal Family of Lunambra, raised by King Ethan and Queen Vanessa to lead my Kingdom with honor and dignity until either the day that I marry into another Kingdom or the day that I die. If I fail here, what legacy will I leave behind?

     

    But what am I to do? said another voice, louder than the first. I'm a Queen, but I'm just a person. I'm going to be in the same room as my four male guards. I will die if I try to keep it in another night. If I don't die, I'll drown the four of them in my own piss.”

     

    Just say it. Be honest, whisper to Jason that I need to relieve myself. He'll understand, he'll give me privacy.

     

    No. That is as bad as wetting myself. If my dignity is forcefully torn away from me, at least I could sleep at night knowing that I did all I could. I will never tell them.

     

    But I told Marina. I did far more than that with Mary. Not to even mention Sabina...

     

    Those were women, and they were innocent and nearly friends to me. These guards...they saved my life, but they are still men.

     

    It's going to happen anyway. Any second, it's all going to flow out of me, no matter where I am. So what am I going to do?

     

    Wait. I could try to give the signal. But why would they be here? They expect me at the crier stand. Unless they're following me. But I have to try. I have to trust her.

     

    As the guards argued with each other, Jenara raised her right hand, placing three fingers against her shoulder. For thirty seconds she waited, glancing around, wincing as another tiny leak forced its way out of her. And then she saw them, two cloaked figures sprinting towards her. The guards were absorbed by their conversation, discussing their options, and she prepared for the impact. She let herself be grabbed around her arms and she was torn off the tavern's porch. It took five seconds until Jason noticed it.

     

    “HALT!” he roared, drawing his sword and bolting after the Queen and her captors. The others were close behind, their faces paintings of fearful anger.

     

    Jenara let herself be dragged, twisting her legs together as far as they would go. The cloaked figures were not strong, but together they managed to pull Jenara into an alley between a stable house and a florist. As Jenara fought with all her strength to keep control just a few seconds longer, she saw one of them kick a square of wood out of the wall of the stable house. She was then pushed towards the hole, where she shuffled forwards and collapsed through it. The cloaked figures were next, gracefully sliding through the hole and pushing the slab of wood back into place.

     

    “That was too close,” Mary Estenna exhaled, pulling her hood down and shaking out her dark hair.

     

    “You can say that again,” Sabina agreed, untying the string of her cloak and dropping it beside her.

     

    Jenara just lay still on the dusty wooden floor, shaking all over, with her hands shoved between her legs. “Need to...so desperate...” was all she could manage.

     

    “Bloody hell, look at her,” Sabina gasped. “She's got to have about a barrel of water in there. I thought she must have relieved herself in that tower, but it seems not. Shite, it's been nearly three days...”

     

    “Oh, my Queen,” Mary said softly, sitting cross-legged next to Jenara's head. The Queen leaned back on Mary's legs, resting her head on Mary's chest. “Get her dress out of the way,” Mary said to Sabina. The blonde woman obliged, grasping the soft but dirty fabric of Jenara's dress and sliding it up her legs. Mary grasped the sides of the dress and pulled it up, revealing the Queen's slender thighs. Her womanhood came into view, stretched out and reddened, followed by her belly that could have been carrying twins. Mary finished pulling the dress over Jenara's shoulders and folded it over a wooden beam beside her. She then removed her own dress, throwing it to the other side of the room. “I'm sorry, Jenara,” Mary whispered down at her. “I don't have a chamberpot down here, or any kind of bucket. It's alright though, just let it out. Hopefully my dress will stay dry over there...” She wrapped her arms around Jenara, one grasping the Queen's right breast and the other resting on her collarbone. Jenara reached up and held Mary's left shoulder, gripping it tightly.

     

    The two women rested there naked, just waiting and holding each other until Jenara gave a final gasp of desperation before she spread her legs wide and let herself go limp. The torrent was immediate and astonishing, flowing onto the wooden floor and spreading out in all directions. It welled up under her, dampening her bottom and legs. It dripped through the cracks in the floor, and she moaned softly as Mary reached down and began rubbing her sore, distended belly. “Oh, that feels so good,” Jenara breathed, spreading her legs further as the river kept flowing out of her. On and on it went as Mary watched her, and Jenara shivered as she felt the ex-stable girl kiss the side of her neck. “I missed you,” Jenara said.

     

    “And I you,” Mary whispered. “Just relax, you're safe here.” For two more minutes she emptied herself on the floor of the small room, and if not for the gaps between the planks, she felt like it would have covered her toes when she stood. She felt a jolt between her legs, and her body shook as she felt herself orgasm from the relief alone. She gasped out loud, earning a giggle from Mary. Finally, it began to slow down, and Mary smiled as the Queen looked up at her. “Feel better?” Mary asked playfully.

     

    “Like a new person,” Jenara exhaled. Mary continued massaging the Queen's abdomen as her flow ceased, working the dulled muscles and sore skin. “Sabina, come here,” Jenara said suddenly. The woman approached the Queen and squatted down to avoid kneeling in Jenara's puddle.

     

    “I am ready, my Queen. It would be best not to waste time.” Sabina began unbuttoning her dark shirt.

     

    “It's as you say,” Jenara agreed. “I know you do not truly want to do this, but I promise you that it will not be as bad as you think. King Carter of Valdus will do all the real work once you are wed to him. As for your lack of civility, the Kingdom will blame it on the emotional toll caused by a combination of your kidnappings here on this journey and the loss of your son. You will live out your days in wealth and prosperity, and feel free to go adventuring again once you give birth to your own real son.”

     

    Sabina smiled at the Queen as she finished untying her leather pants, and she stepped out of them, standing naked in the dim candlelight. “I am not afraid anymore,” she said. “Look at me, it's like I was made for this. I could be your identical twin and we would still not be as similar. Still, for good measure...” Jenara flinched as Sabina leaned forwards, slamming her face against a wooden beam that held up the low ceiling. Her face came back with a bleeding nose, red forehead, and a squinting left eye. “Well, that hurt more than I thought it would, but nobody will suspect me, for a little while anyway,” she groaned, rubbing her face.

     

    “You're insane, girl,” Jenara stammered, trying hard not to laugh.

     

    “You're more insane than I am, trying to pull this stunt. Do you really think we'll get away with it?”

     

    “Everybody close to me is dead or gone,” Jenara said. “Everyone except Mary, here. My husband passed years ago, my son left his Kingdom for love. I am sure that the General will never return, and simple servants and guards do not know me personally enough to be a risk. The only people who might realize something is off are the four guards you will meet outside, but with your face like that, you should make it home just fine. Act quiet and traumatized. When you get back to Lunambra, give them each two-hundred gold pieces. Do not fear asking your servants for help, they will not question you and they know all my routines. Marry into Valdus as soon as you can, and all responsibility will be lifted off of you.”

     

    “I hope you are right,” Sabina said as she picked up Jenara's dress. “Damn, this thing is all stretched out.”

     

    “That would be the fault of my bladder,” Jenara sighed. “Speaking of that, do try not to wet yourself in any Royal meetings you may attend. They last a long time, but I have a record to uphold, after all.”

     

    “I'll do my best,” Sabina laughed, pulling the dress down over her shoulders and patting it against her skin. She reached a hand down her chest, straightening her breasts, then stood up and looked to Jenara. “Good enough?”

     

    “Good enough,” Jenara agreed. “Go now, don't keep the guards waiting for too long. And...treat your people well. Do not let power go to your head.”

     

    Sabina smiled warmly and nodded, gave a very graceful and Queenly curtsy, and then retreated up a flight of stairs. A door could be heard opening and closing, and she was gone.

     

    Jenara was free.

     

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    Epilogue – New Peace
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    It was ten hours after the fight ended, in the dead of night, that Marina grasped Baeden's shoulder and gently shook him awake. He opened his eyes and turned to her, smiling at her sweaty face. “I can't hold it in anymore,” she said desperately. “I've already leaked in the bed a little. I know you're in pain, and I know you are tired, but I have to ask you. Do you want to go to the ocean, or do you want me to just wee in the chamberpot here?

     

    Baeden rolled onto his back and inhaled deeply. “I thought a rib was broken, but I seem to be breathing alright. I might just have lucked out. We should hurry, lest you wee on the street.” He sat up and pulled a robe over himself, and Marina did the same.

     

    She was jiggling every which way, pressing one hand between her legs. “Ooohh, it's leaking again,” she moaned.

     

    Baeden leaned forwards, feeling between her legs with his right hand. Warm dampness dripped onto his fingers, and he gave her a gentle hug. “Hold it for me, okay? You can make it to the water. I'm really desperate too, I don't know how I was sleeping through this.”

     

    They quietly made their way upstairs and out of the tavern, sneaking through the dark streets. For the first time in her life, Marina felt sand between her toes, and she stumbled through the strange matter, letting out a few drops into the grains. “I'm about wetting myself,” she hissed. “I can't walk on this weird shite.” Despite her leaking, she managed to get all her clothes off, along with Baeden, and they both gasped as their feet hit water. “Oh, cold, cold! I can take it though, come on, lets get deeper.”

     

    Baeden had to nearly drag her in as she focused on holding herself, and soon they were bobbing in the light waves. “Oh Gooood, being in water makes it ten times worse,” she cried. “I'm losing it, come here.” She reached out and embraced Baeden, pulling herself close to him. They kissed passionately in the dim moonlight, and Baeden breathed a soft laugh as he felt warmth surrounding his privates and his legs. She pressed her face against his chest as she relieved herself in the great body of water, and she squealed as she felt Baeden's stream start directly against her clit. “It's so warm under there,” she whispered. “This feels...oh, it's...mmmm.” Baeden had to catch her as she nearly fell into the water from her quick orgasm. He led her back to shallower water, where they both lay for two hours, enjoying each other again and again until the rising tide forced them back to land.

     

    Three hours later, they looked to the rising sun as their ship sailed onward, leaving behind everything that they had ever known and heading towards everything that they could ever want.

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    Juvia Lockser sat at her table, one hand drumming on her knee and the other twisting through her deep blue hair. As usual, the Guild Hall was loud and lively, with shouts and laughter filling the large room. Juvia ignored it all, her eyes set only on Gray Fullbuster. The shirtless man stood in front of the job board, squinting as he looked over the available missions one by one. Finally, he grasped one of the papers and yanked it from the board. He turned to face the din, glancing around until he spotted the blonde he was looking for.

     

    “Oy, Lucy!” Gray yelled over the noise. “We've got a job in Hargeon. The request says that someone broke into a magic shop and did something to the items, they're messing with people's magic power.”

     

    “Oh?” Lucy sounded as she stood up from her table, patting down her light green skirt. “Shouldn't we wait for the others? Where are they, anyway?”

     

    “Well,” Gray sighed, “the Master told me that Erza left for an S-Class mission in the middle of the night, and as soon as Natsu heard, he and Happy took off after her. I don't even know where they are. This seems simple enough at least. You coming or what?”

     

    “Yeah, I suppose,” Lucy agreed. “It's just that I've never been on a job with only two people...”

     

    “You scared?” Gray taunted her. “If it makes you feel better, we'll bring someone else strong with us. HEY, MIRA-”

     

    “JUVIA WILL COME!” Juvia suddenly shouted, shoving herself in front of Gray so quickly that Lucy could have sworn it was Teleportation magic if she didn't know any better. “Hargeon is near the water so Juvia's power will be even stronger, and Juvia couldn't stand Gray going on a mission alone with...HER,” Juvia quickly ranted out, staring angrily at Lucy, who could only smile awkwardly and shake her head in return.

     

    “Sounds fine to me,” Gray said, sliding past Juvia towards the Guild's front door.

     

    “If you're going outside, at least put some clothes on...” Lucy mumbled, noticing that Gray had abandoned his pants at some point and was now in his underwear.

     

    ***************
    It was an uneventful trip to Hargeon. Without Natsu and his motion sickness to entertain them, the train ride was quiet and slow. Lucy was keeping busy playing with Plue, Gray was staring blankly out the window, and Juvia was staring blankly at Gray. Finally, the train began to slow and it creaked into the station at Hargeon. The passengers stood up stretching and made their way to the exits. The platform was crowded and Juvia kept getting knocked around by passing pedestrians, her eyes still locked on Gray. They stumbled out of the crowd and Gray dug the request sheet from his pocket to check the address.

     

    Juvia's stare flipped to Lucy for a moment as the blonde girl sighed. She was leaning against the platform wall with one leg held tightly across the other. “I need to use the bathroom here before we go anywhere,” Lucy stated, staring across the platform at the brick restroom near the exit. “Juvia, come with me?”

     

    “Why?” Juvia said simply, looking back to Gray.

     

    “Well we were on that train for hours, don't you have to pee?” Lucy asked.

     

    “Juvia's body is made out of water, she is superior to Lucy and does not do that,” Juvia said smugly.

     

    Lucy sighed. “Either way, it's just polite for girls to go together. Come on.” Lucy was bouncing in place now, her short skirt floofing about with her movements.

     

    “Go ahead, Juvia,” Gray mumbled absently. “I need to ask around about this address anyway, maybe buy a map. I don't know the street it's on.”

     

    “Fine,” Juvia conceded. She followed Lucy towards the rectangular brick building and into the empty restroom, looking around the strange environment. She could count the times she had been inside a bathroom on less than one hand.

     

    “Oh damn, I have to go so badly,” Lucy groaned once the door closed behind them. She folded her legs again and pressed two fists into her thighs.

     

    “What does it feel like?” Juvia asked suddenly. “Having to do...that?”

     

    “Wait, you were serious?” Lucy stammered as she lifted her skirt and grasped the sides of her light pink panties, still holding her legs together tightly. “You don't pee?”

     

    “Juvia has no need to...she does not need to drink, or eat, or bathe, or anything. When Juvia needs to refresh herself, she just turns to water and back again and Juvia is good as new.”

     

    “That's really amazing,” Lucy said. “I have a pretty small bladder, so I need to pee all the time...you asked how it feels? I don't know if I can explain it to someone who doesn't feel it. Look at me, you might be able to get some idea. A while after you drink, a pressure builds up right here.” Lucy patted her lower abdomen. “The longer you hold it in, the stronger the pressure gets. You start shaking and squirming and sweating. If you wait too long, it can even happen accidentally when your muscles just can't hold on anymore...thankfully that's never happened to me, but it's about to if I don't pee right now...my bladder feels like a rock.”

     

    With that, Lucy slid her panties down and sat on the toilet. The spray of water hit Juvia's ears instantly, and Lucy's face went limp with relief. She moaned out loud and leaned forwards, closing her eyes.

     

    “It looks like it feels good,” Juvia whispered. “Juvia wishes she could pee.”

     

    Lucy laughed. “You're probably better off without it. It only feels good when you're really desperate and it can be very annoying sometimes. Being on a tough mission while I'm so full that I'm leaking in my underwear is not fun. Alright, I think I'm about done here...” Lucy exhaled as a few more spurts of her pee dripped into the toilet, and then she stood up, shook her bottom a little, and slid her panties back on. She let her skirt fall in place as she crossed to the door.

     

    “Gray probably pees, Juvia should ask him what it's like as well,” Juvia mumbled excitedly as Lucy began to push the door open.

     

    Lucy's face went red and she lightly punched Juvia's shoulder. “You can't do that!

     

    “Why not?”

     

    “Well because, it's...it's private. You're not supposed to talk to people about it. It's embarrassing.”

     

    “Juvia has been talking to Lucy about it for some time now,” Juvia stated defiantly.

     

    “It's different for girls,” Lucy coughed. “We can talk about anything with each other, and it's alright to say you're going to the bathroom so you don't just wander off with no explanation, but you're supposed to try to keep it private when men are around.”

     

    Juvia looked down and quickly nodded. “Juvia thanks you for telling her this. Juvia almost made a fool of herself in front of Gray. She will never ever mention peeing around him.”

     

    Lucy sighed, then laughed again. “That's good. Anyway, lets go, he's probably got directions by now...”

     

    They left the bathroom and glanced around the train station, looking around for Gray. It took them a long time to spot him as they hardly recognized him with a shirt on, but he was standing by the stairs struggling to fold a large map. He looked up as they approached, a small grin on his face. “Welcome back. I found the street, it's only a few blocks from here. This shouldn't take long, let's get moving.” Gray turned and took off up the stairs.

     

    “Hey, wait for us!” Lucy shouted, running up after him with Juvia on her tail. They made it up the stairs and onto the streets, sprinting after Gray as he bolted through alleys and side streets. Finally they came to a halt, Lucy breathing heavily as Gray scanned the buildings.

     

    “There,” Gray said, pointing at a small wooden building with a green sign that read: S.D.Magic - Defensive Spells and Magical Security. The three Wizards made their way across the road to the solid wooden door, where Gray tried the doorknob. It was locked. He knocked on the door, trying to peer in through the covered windows. “Hello? We're here from Fairy Tail to answer your request.”
    At this, they heard a shuffle and seconds later a series of locks could be heard unlatching from the inside. Gray stepped back as the door opened towards him, and a young woman poked her head out and quickly waved them inside. “Thank you so much for coming,” the woman said. “My name is Heather, and I own this shop.”

     

    “Good to meet you, Heather!” Lucy quipped happily. “I'm Lucy, this is Gray, and she's Juvia,” she finished, pointing at the others. “So what's going on? There's been a robbery?”

     

    Heather performed a funny head movement, as though she attempted to nod and shake her head at the same time. “Yes, well- not really a robbery, actually. There was a break-in a couple of weeks ago, but he didn't steal anything. You see, our shop specializes in defensive magic that's intended to stun or distract attackers. I invented most of the products in here for my own use, and figured I could sell them to other people to use for self defense. However, this guy sabotaged a number of the products and followed the women who bought them, robbing them blind when the magic items backfired. I only caught wind of it a few days ago, there were five victims all because I wasn't paying enough attention...”

     

    “Hey, don't do that,” Gray said. “You're not to blame here, the bastard who did this is. We'll catch him, I promise you that.”

     

    “Ooohhhhh, Gray is so heroic!” Juvia howled, squishing herself up next to him.

     

    He grinned awkwardly and tried to step away, looking at the items around the shop. “So what did he sabotage?” Gray asked.

     

    “I've checked everything left in the store three times over,” Heather said. “The only ones left that he messed with are over here.” She pointed to a desk behind her with a few items on top of it. Gray walked past her and stared at the desk. There was a nondescript silver ring, a simple dark blue dress, and a brown purse. “As you can see, the items are designed to look plain and unassuming. Ornate products would simply make my customers a bigger target.”

     

    “This is a good idea,” Gray said. “A lot of people without magic power could use these in this difficult world. Tell me, what does this dress do?” he asked, pointing at the blue garment.

     

    “That's one of my more powerful and expensive products,” Heather explained. “When someone buys it, I use my own magic to lock it to that person. When someone else touches it, they're stunned, and if the attacker is a wizard, it actually suppresses their magic power for a time.”

     

    Gray furrowed his brow. “That's dangerous magic,” he said. “Nobody should be able to shut down someone's magic power.”

     

    “You have to understand,” Heather pleaded. “I designed these things to protect women from the worst kind of people. They have to be powerful, they have to be merciless, just like the people they're designed to stop. I never thought this would happen...”

     

    “I do understand,” Gray sighed. “It just means that this is more serious than I thought. We'll take the dress, I know how we're going to catch this guy.”

     

    ************

     

    “Juvia is still not sure that this is a good idea,” Juvia whined, fearfully eyeing her new outfit. “Why can't Lucy wear this?”

     

    “You look better in blue,” Gray said shirtlessly, staring out the window at the dimming sun.

     

    Juvia went red and folded her arms in front of her. “If Gray thinks she looks good, Juvia will wear whatever he likes,” Juvia chirped.

     

    “You'll be safe, Juvia,” Gray assured her. “We'll stop him before he can even get near you.”

     

    "Juvia will trust Gray," she said with a decisive nod. "It is nearly dark. Should Juvia go outside now?"

     

    "Yeah. Just walk normally and follow the path we laid out for you." Over the past hour, Heather and Lucy had drawn a line on Gray's map that hit all the locations of the previous attacks. "Our target will see the dress and hopefully go after you. Lucy will have Gemini out for two extra pairs of eyes. As soon as he's spotted, we'll move in from three directions. You just try to keep away from him, don't try to fight. If he touches that dress, you'll be the one to suffer the effects. I doubt our enemy is very strong, but he must be able to use some kind of Enchantment magic. Don't underestimate him."

     

    "Juvia understands. She will be the best bait she can be."

     

    Gray nodded and watched as she opened the front door and stepped onto the silent road. He motioned to Lucy, who followed him up the stairs and out the second floor window onto the roof. Lucy summoned Gemini as quietly as she could manage, quickly explaining the situation to the two little spirits. They nodded and floated up into the air, scanning the streets for anything suspicious. The last few people on the street were making their way to their houses, and as Juvia began walking, she was alone.

     

    Juvia had the street names repeating in her mind, following the turns and attempting to look casual. It was hard for her to keep her eyes forward, she had to fight the urge to keep looking over her shoulder. I have to trust Gray. He will protect me. Still, she shivered as she continued down the dark road with her eyes forward and her ears strained. She had already passed the locations of the first three attacks, and was approaching the third when she heard it.

     

    Footsteps, rapidly approaching from the rear. Juvia kept her pace and closed her eyes, putting all her faith in Gray. The footsteps became louder and louder, when suddenly;

     

    "HEEEY, JUVIA!"

     

    Juvia nearly jumped out of her skin at the shout, spinning around to see Natsu Dragneel standing behind her. She exhaled slowly, trying to stop herself from shivering. "What is Natsu doing here? Juvia nearly died from fright..."

     

    Natsu let out a barking laugh. "I couldn't find Erza, so when I got back to the guild, the Master told me where you all went so I had Happy fly me over here as fast as he could."

     

    The head of the small blue cat poked over Natsu's right shoulder with an exhausted, halfhearted "Aye~"

     

    At that, Juvia looked up to see Gray and Lucy sliding off the rooftops nearby. They stormed over, glaring, and Natsu looked between them with confusion on his face. "What?"

     

    "You ruined our sting," Lucy shouted. "We were using Juvia to lure a thief out into the open and you just blew it, Natsu!"

     

    "You mean that thief?" Natsu quipped, pointing towards a nearby alley with his thumb. The others followed his point, seeing a small man in a dark cloak laying in an unconscious heap against the stone wall. "I saw him following you from the alleys while we were flying over the town. I didn't know who he was, but he looked shady so I beat him up anyway."

     

    "Heh, that's Natsu for ya' I guess," Lucy mumbled.

     

    Gray just shook his head and stomped over to the unconscious man, pulling him up by the hood and slapping him awake. "Oy, are you the one that sabotaged the items over at S.D.Magic?"

     

    "Yeb, imm sorby," the man choked out through his swollen face.

     

    Gray sighed and let him fall back to the ground. "Natsu, bring him to the soldiers. The rest of us will go back to the shop and tell Heather, the shopkeeper, that we took care of the thief."

     

    "Fine, fine," Natsu said dismissively. "I just got here and you already want me to drag some guy around. Anyway, sorry for scaring you, Juvia. You alright?" With that, and before anyone could think to stop him, Natsu gave Juvia a friendly pat on her back.

     

    "DON'T TOUCH HER!" Gray and Lucy roared together, but it was far too late. Natsu stumbled backwards as there was a flash of blinding yellow light, and Juvia was face-down on the ground, her arms twitching.

     

    "Juvia!" Gray knelt down and turned her over by her exposed arms, being careful not to touch the dress.

     

    "It's okay to touch it now," Lucy breathed. "Heather said the enchantment only works once, it's just clothes now. It was meant to stun anyone around, but it was redirected to Juvia..."

     

    "Juuuvia meee," Juvia moaned, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

     

    "Ugh, she's completely done for a bit,” Lucy sighed. “Heather said the stun can last up to ten minutes. Gray, pick her up and let's get back to the store. Natsu, I would love to slap you for this, but I know it wasn't really your fault. Just take the thief to the soldiers before he wakes up."

     

    Natsu nodded with his mouth hanging a little open, still not quite sure what was going on. "Is Juvia alright?"

     

    "She will be in a little while," Lucy said. "We gotta get her back to the creator of this spell, maybe she can break it. We'll meet you back at the guild."

     

    "Ah...alright," Natsu said. "Come on, Happy..."

     

    Gray watched as Natsu and his tired cat lugged the criminal down the road, then he knelt down and took Juvia into his arms. "Even though she's unconscious, she feels really light," Gray said softly as he began to walk.

     

    "Heh," Lucy exhaled. "If she wakes up now, she'll just pass out again when she sees you're carrying her."

     

    Gray chuckled. "I just hope Heather can fix her up."

     

    They stayed silent as they made their way back to S.D.Magic, where Gray motioned for Lucy to knock on the door. She did so, and Heather answered quickly, gasping as she spotted Juvia. "Oh no, what happened? Was she attacked?

     

    "Not exactly," Gray sighed. "We caught the bastard, another of our friends is bringing him to the army right now for arrest, but Juvia was affected by the dress."

     

    "Well, she'll be fine..." Heather started. "She should regain consciousness in a couple minutes. However, the suppression of her magic power will last well longer than that, it depends on the victim's body type. She's a small woman, so it could last up to two days. I can mix up a tonic that will likely cut that in half." She turned and jogged into the back room, from which Gray and Lucy could hear the sounds of glasses clanking together.

     

    "Meeuh," Juvia whispered suddenly. "Where is Juvia? What happened to her?"

     

    Gray knelt down next to her. "We're back at S.D.Magic. Natsu showed up out of nowhere and touched the dress, and it knocked you out. I'm sorry I couldn't stop it, but I didn't realize Natsu would do that. How do you feel?"

     

    "Gray is concerned for Juvia...she is so happy," Juvia mumbled, her eyes still unfocused. "Juvia feels alright-"

     

    "Done!" Heather chirped, striding back towards them with a giant jar of blueish liquid held between her hands. "This tonic will help you recover much faster. You should have your magic power back in full by tomorrow evening, but you have to drink it all," she said, handing the huge jar to Juvia.

     

    "Juvia thanks you," Juvia said, bowing her head to Heather. She started sipping at the liquid as Gray and Lucy told Heather exactly what happened.

     

    "Well make sure this Natsu guy gets a cut of the pay," Heather ordered. "Here you go, fifty thousand Jewels. I'm sorry I can't pay you more, but of course I had to refund all the women who bought the sabotaged merchandise. Please, feel free to stay the night."

     

    "Thank you, Heather," Lucy said with a bow. "We'll be out of your hair as soon as we can."

     

    They followed Heather upstairs to her home above the shop, where she pointed them into a guest room with a clean hardwood floor and two beds. Juvia had finished her large tonic and handed the empty jar back to Heather, thanking her again. They entered the room and closed the door.

     

    "Ugh, Juvia has never drank that much," Juvia breathed. "Juvia is tired."

     

    "Only two beds," Lucy pointed out.

     

    Juvia's face went red and lit up at the same time. "Would...would Gray like to share with Juvia? She does not want to sleep next to Lucy...Lucy kicks."

     

    "Hey!"

     

    Juvia ignored Lucy's interruption. "There is no couch and the floor is wood, it would be very uncomfortable..."

     

    Lucy looked between Gray and Juvia awkwardly. "I'm...going to the bathroom," Lucy mumbled, sliding out of the room quickly. Gray just shrugged and nodded at Juvia. He plopped down on the bed nearest the window, rolling over to face the wall.

     

    Juvia couldn't believe what was happening. She gingerly sat down next to Gray, then laid down on her back. "Juvia is so glad to be here with Gray," she whispered. "Gray does have to face the wall. He can face Juvia if he would like to. She does not mind."

     

    "It's alright," Gray said. "I usually sleep this direction anyway." What Juvia didn't know was that he usually slept on his back, but doing so would expose the bulge in the front of his pants.

     

    Juvia closed her eyes. She felt an faint, unfamiliar tingle inside her belly, and she attributed it to her excitement from being so close to Gray. Lucy came back in and took her own bed. A few minutes later, Juvia was asleep.

     

    ****************

     

    A thin beam of sunlight shone through the curtains, falling across Juvia's face. She blinked awake and squinted at the light, letting out a quiet yawn. The first thing she noticed was that Gray was peacefully asleep beside her. The second thing she noticed was that the unfamiliar tingle in her belly was still there - and it was a lot worse. Without really knowing why, Juvia slowly crossed her legs. Must be a side effect of the dress, Juvia thought. It feels really weird.

     

    She lay still for a few more minutes, noticing that the inside of her mouth felt...dry. Something she had never experienced before. Finally she felt Gray stir. He sat up quickly and looked at Juvia, as though he had forgotten she was there. "Oh, Juvia. Good morning. Sleep well?"

     

    "Juvia did," she said happily.

     

    "Me too," Lucy piped up. She sat up with a yawn. "Gonna use the bathroom then we can head out."

     

    "Same," Gray said. He started to climb over Juvia, but his knee slipped on the loose sheet and he ended up bracing his hand on Juvia's stomach. He didn't press hard, but still Juvia gasped and jumped as though he had hurt her. "Sorry, Juvia, are you alright?" Gray asked quickly.

     

    "Yes, Juvia is fine...her stomach just feels funny today, and her mouth is dry... Juvia thinks the spell is causing it."

     

    "That's strange," came a voice from outside the room. Heather stepped in carrying a huge tray, covered in three egg sandwiches and three large glasses of tea. "Stomach pain isn't something my products cause. Maybe just some nausea from the stress of all this. And your mouth probably feels really dry because of the tonic, it does that... Anyway I made you all some breakfast, maybe some food and tea will help you feel better."

     

    "Juvia thanks you," Juvia said. Gray and Lucy eyed the food, but stood and made for the door. "Gotta use the bathroom first," Gray said. "We'll eat in a minute." They walked out and Heather returned to her own room, leaving Juvia to slowly sip at her tea.

     

    Minutes passed, when she heard the sound of someone banging on wood. "Lucy, hurry up in there!" Gray's voice resounded from down the hall. "My food's gettin' cold, plus I'm about to piss myself out here!"

     

    "Don't talk like that around women," Lucy's voice shouted back. "I'll be out in a second."

     

    Soon Juvia heard the bathroom door open, then slam again. For some reason she found herself imagining Gray in there. Would he have the same pleased face that Lucy had yesterday? She even found herself wondering if Gray could hold more than Lucy could. Why is Juvia thinking about this? She shook her head violently. As Lucy said, it is private.

     

    Lucy returned a second later and started on her sandwich. Juvia wasn't hungry, she just kept drinking the tea. She found that she had a much greater desire to drink since being affected by the dress. Usually she would only drink for flavor, as she didn't need to drink because of her liquid body. She finished the tea quickly, but her mouth still felt very dry. "Juvia needs another drink," Juvia coughed.

     

    "Take mine," Lucy said. "If I drink it, I'll have to pee really badly while I'm on the train. The way it bounces makes it hard to hold it in."

     

    "Thank you," Juvia said, taking the second large cup of tea and drinking it down as Gray walked in and picked up his own meal.

     

    Fifteen minutes later, the three of them were waving goodbye to Heather as they began walking towards the train station. Gray was walking in front of the women, again having abandoned his shirt. "You know what's funny?" Lucy whispered to Juvia. "How you never actually see Gray taking his clothes off. One moment he's fully dressed, then you look away for just a second, and suddenly he's half naked. I don't know how he does it."

     

    "Mmmhmm," Juvia exhaled. "Juvia feels strange...really strange..."

     

    Lucy glanced over to the other girl. She was walking stiffly, her fists clenched and her face flushed and sweaty. "That spell really messed with you, huh...hopefully you'll feel better soon..."

     

    "It just keeps getting worse though," Juvia moaned. "Juvia thought she would be alright after some time, but she feels...strained."

     

    "Heather swears the spell can't really hurt you," Lucy assured her. "We're almost at the train. Once we're back at the guild, maybe Wendy can help you with her Sky Magic healing..."

     

    Juvia wasn't really listening. She was focused on the rapidly building sensation inside of her. It didn't feel bad, exactly. And it didn't really hurt. As she had been saying, it just felt...strange. A completely new, alien sensation that she couldn't even chance a guess at. Even weirder than the feeling in her belly was the fact that she was starting to feel it between her legs, a sort of pressure and tingling inside her privates that was completely different than what she felt whenever Gray walked around naked.

     

    "Please wait a moment," Juvia called. Gray and Lucy stopped and turned, their faces curious. "Juvia is going to turn to water and back. Maybe it will help whatever this problem is..." Juvia stood straight and closed her eyes. She performed a strange sort of hop, then opened her eyes again and looked around in confusion. "Juvia cannot turn to water!"

     

    "Well, I didn't think so," Lucy said softly. "The dress suppressed your magic power, remember? You won't be able to use any of your abilities for a while still."

     

    "But Juvia never thought her body could be kept solid...the water is a part of who Juvia is!"

     

    Lucy stepped in and hugged Juvia tightly. Juvia gasped and recoiled as Lucy's weight pressed against her stomach. "I know, this must be so horrible for you," Lucy whispered in a comforting and sincere tone. "Come on, let's get you home where it's familiar and you have all your friends. The train leaves in ten minutes, we have to hurry."

     

    Juvia nodded tearfully and started to jog after the others. Every step sent a pulse of the unknown pressure across her belly and down through her privates, and Juvia kept gasping as the feeling kept increasing in strength. It was hard for her to even walk as they made it down the stairs of the train station. Gray quickly paid for their tickets and they boarded the locomotive moments before it started moving.

     

    The train pulled clear of the station, bringing on the vast seascape of Hargeon. Juvia stared out the window, and she noticed that watching the waves made the sensation grow and surge. She looked away from the window and began shaking slightly, instinctively holding her legs together. What is wrong with Juvia? she thought. Everything feels so sensitive. She placed her hands on her belly, right where the feeling was greatest. It felt tight and hard like there was a melon underneath her skin, and if she pressed on it even a little, it sent a shockwave across her whole body that made her cringe and shiver.

     

    The train rolled on and on, crossing bridges and passing through tunnels. Every passing minute the fullness inside Juvia grew stronger. Her legs were shaking and she was wiggling her butt against the wooden seat, her hands gripped in fists and pressed hard into her lap. The pressure between her legs felt almost unbearable, and her heavy breathing was fogging up the window. Juvia feels like she's dying, she moaned inside her head.

     

    Another twenty minutes of the compounding pressure went by, and Juvia's whole body was trembling and covered in sweat. She kept quiet. She did not want to worry Gray with her unknown illness. Five more minutes slowly passed when the train suddenly lurched, having run over a misshapen rail. The whole compartment bounced, and Juvia's body rose up and slammed back into the seat. As soon as this happened - to Juvia's complete surprise and confusion - hot liquid began to spray out from between her legs, hard. It soaked through her light blue underwear instantly and started to sink into her dress. All in one second, Lucy's words from the day before exploded into her mind. "A while after you drink, a pressure builds up right here. The longer you hold it in, the stronger the pressure gets. You start shaking and squirming and sweating. If you wait too long, it can even happen accidentally when your muscles just can't hold on anymore..."

     

    Juvia's eyes went wide in horror and she double-crossed her legs so far that the fronts of her ankles were touching each other. She tensed her body and held her breath, and the torrent flowing out of her ceased. To her immense relief, Gray was too absorbed in his window watching to even notice this. Lucy, however, was staring at Juvia with her brows furrowed. "Luh, Luh, Luh," Juvia began to stammer out. "Luuuucccyyyy! Juvia has to talk to Lucy! Lucy must come with Juvia right now!" Gray was looking between them now, and Juvia's face went tomato-colored. She forced herself to her feet and grasped Lucy's wrist hard, pulling her up. Juvia looked over Lucy's shoulder to the man she loved. "Gray, please stay here," she cried as she dragged Lucy out of their train car.

     

    As it was after the morning work rush, the train was nearly empty. All of the passengers were in one car, and Juvia had pulled Lucy into a completely empty one. Lucy looked worried and confused. "Juvia, what's wrong?"

     

    "Juvia is...Juvia is...."

     

    "What?"

     

    "JUVIA IS PEEING!" She stood there with her legs twisted together, her dress held under her arms and both hands held against herself, an obvious wet patch staining the whole crotch of her underwear.

     

    Lucy blinked. "But I thought-"

     

    "Juvia has a true human body right now," Juvia sobbed. "Her magic is still broken, she cannot turn to water, and she cannot absorb all the liquid she drank!"

     

    Lucy remembered the massive tonic the night before, and the two large glasses of tea. "Oh Juvia, you drank so much. You must be bursting. But there's no bathroom on this train since it's a short trip. You...you have to hold it in."

     

    "Juvia doesn't know how," she breathed. "Juvia has no idea what to do, she is scared!"

     

    "Well, we have to distract Gray, first thing," Lucy said. She reached into her key pouch and quickly summoned Gemini once again. "Gemini, listen up. You have to take the form of Juvia here and go sit across from Gray. Tell him that you lost an earring on the way here and wanted to check the other cars for it, and that I spotted an old friend and will be talking to her for a while. He won't say much, so it should be easy enough. Oh, and don't let ANYONE into this car, especially Gray. We'll deal with explanations later if we have to."

     

    The little spirits nodded and floated over to Juvia, lightly tapping her arm. Right after, there was a poof of smoke and they had created their perfect copy of Juvia, who went back through the door into Gray's car. Lucy turned back to the real Juvia who was dancing from foot to foot, her hands still crushing against her damp panties. Just then, the train hit another bump, and Juvia let out a yelp as another short spray of pee forced its way out of her and splattered onto the wooden floor. "No, Juvia cannot hold on. It keeps leaking out!"

     

    Lucy took Juvia by her hand and sat her down on one of the seats. "Put your weight on the corner of the seat and lean into it, that should help you hold on," Lucy advised her. Juvia did so, the wet cloth of her panties sticking to the hard wood. She rocked back and forth, but with each lurch of the train, another spurt of pee burst out of her and hit the floor. "Oh, no. You really can't hold it in anymore, can you? Wait, I...I have an idea but you might not like it."

     

    "What is it?" Juvia asked, breathing sharply as more small leaks sprayed out of her and soaked her underwear even further. They were completely see-through at this point, and Lucy tried hard not to stare at the tight, leaking slit on the other side of the thin fabric.

     

    "Take your dress off. We'll use it to absorb your pee, and then I'll get you new clothes from the Spirit World."

     

    "But Juvia is not wearing a bra," Juvia complained.

     

    "Like that's an actual problem right now!" Lucy snapped. "Unless you want to wet yourself completely and have everyone in the other car walk through your puddle to exit the train."

     

    "Nnnoooo," Juvia cried. "Okay, Juvia is taking it off..." She grasped the sides of her dress and pulled it up over her head, exposing her round and perky breasts. Another, longer burst of pee splashed over the floor and Juvia started dancing again, her chest bouncing with her movements.

     

    Lucy folded the dress over twice and quickly wiped up the small leaks from the floor, then set it down on the seat. "You won't be able to let it all out in there, but it should ease the pressure by a whole lot."

     

    "Juvia can't believe this is happening to her," she gasped. "Juvia has never exposed herself in public..." She knelt down over the dress and slid two fingers into the crotch of her panties, pulling the fabric aside.

     

    "Nobody can see you," Lucy assured her. "Gemini is watching one door, and the other leads to the engine and the Conductor can't leave it. You have complete privacy other than me, and there's no need to be shy with your girlfriends. We come in handy for crisis situations like this, eh?"

     

    "Lucy...Juvia thanks you. You have been a true friend to her today." With that, Juvia exhaled a moan of pure ecstatic relief as the powerful stream of light yellow pee flowed out of her. It was quickly absorbed into the dress, and between her moans Juvia shifted the dress around to catch as much as it could. "Oh, it's getting on Juvia's hands...she never thought pee would be so warm."

     

    Lucy laughed at this. "So...how does it feel? Your first ever pee?"

     

    "It is the best thing Juvia has ever experienced," Juvia said softly. "Juvia is so embarrassed, yet happy that she gets to feel this at least once."

     

    "Glad you like it," Lucy giggled. "It doesn't always feel like this though. Only when you're really desperate. Anyway, you should stop it now, the dress looks almost full."

     

    "Okay," Juvia agreed. She tensed her legs and inhaled, but she kept peeing hard. "Mmmm, no! Juvia can't stop it!" The dress had begun to overflow slightly, and Lucy stepped back as Juvia's pee began to splatter onto the floor again.

     

    "Oh no," Lucy gasped. "Wait- take this!" Lucy grabbed her skirt and tore it off, shoving it into a bundle and handing it to Juvia who stuck it between her legs. For a moment, Lucy tried to use her hands to cover her pink cotton panties, but there was no real point and she let her hands fall to her sides.

     

    Juvia just kept peeing, it seemed almost endless. The skirt began to drip, and Lucy was about to remove her blouse as a last line of defense just as Juvia finally managed to stop her flow. She exhaled deeply and set down the soaked skirt, tiny drops of pee still leaking out from between her legs. "Juvia feels like she just had an orgasm," she breathed.

     

    Lucy barked out an awkward laugh. "Even in this situation, that's a little too much information. Anyway, we have to clean up.” Lucy pulled her blouse off anyway, and she was thankful that she was wearing a pink lace bra to match her pink panties. She used the blouse to wipe up the little bit of pee still puddled on the ground, then bundled all the soaked clothes together. “Juvia, you should probably lose the underwear too. Gray might smell it.”

     

    Juvia frowned but did as she was told, sliding the small damp undergarment down her legs and tossing it on top of the clothes pile. She crossed her arms and stood in the corner of the car, now completely naked aside from her blue and white hat.

     

    “I just hope we can talk our way out of this,” Lucy grumbled. She stepped up on the seat and struggled with the window, barely managing to force it open. She shoved the wet clothes out the window, watching them blow off the bridge they were crossing and fall towards the water below. “At least Gray can be kind of stupid sometimes.”

     

    “Oyyy,” Juvia growled threateningly.

     

    Lucy laughed and flapped her hands apologetically. “You know what I mean. Stupid about personal stuff. He doesn't even really understand that you're in love with him.”

     

    “Juvia is not,” she lied pathetically. “Anyway, Juvia's legs are still really wet. She does not want to put on clothes like this.”

     

    Lucy sighed. “I wish you said that before I tossed my shirt out the window, it was still mostly dry. Oh...fine, what's the use at this point...” Lucy pulled down her panties and handed them to Juvia, who used them to pat the remaining pee off her inner thighs. Juvia followed Lucy's lead and tossed them out the window, then pulled it closed.

     

    “Lucy is Juvia's best friend,” Juvia chirped suddenly, her eyes wide and watery. “Juvia would have jumped out the window herself if Lucy had not helped her though this.” Juvia ran forwards and hugged Lucy tightly, their breasts pressing together.

     

    “I'm glad to help you,” Lucy said warmly, trying not to feel weird about being so close to a completely naked woman. Lucy's bra and Juvia's hat were the only clothes to survive the event, not counting Lucy's belt on which she held her keys. She reached into the pouch and pulled out the Key of the Clock. “Time to get us some new clothes.”

     

    Juvia folded her arms over her breasts again. “Is it really okay for your spirit to see us like this?”

     

    Lucy laughed. “Most of them don't give a damn. Only the human-like ones like Taurus or Leo can be trouble. All the girls are fine, as well as Plue. I'm still not completely sure about Gemini, but they've taken the form of both of our bodies so I don't think it's weird for them...” Lucy spun the key around her fingers and held her arm out, summoning arguably the most reliable of her Spirits: The Clock – Horologium.

     

    “Greetings, Master Lucy and Miss Juvia,” the large grandfather clock said in his usual formal tone. “You two are looking very comfortable today.”

     

    Juvia shrunk into the corner, but Lucy just stood still with her hands on her hips and sighed. “Thanks, Horologium. We need clothes from the Spirit World. Full outfits, underwear and everything. Oh, and earrings for Juvia, please.”

     

    “It would be my pleasure,” Horologium said. His glass window began to glow, and then it flipped open revealing two perfectly folded outfits.

     

    “You always save us from the worst spots,” Lucy said. “Thank you so much.”

     

    “I am glad to be of service,” Horologium responded with a stiff bow, before he dissipated back into the Spirit World. Lucy handed Juvia the blue outfit, keeping the green to herself. The two women got dressed quickly and lined up by the door back to their own car.

     

    “Wait here,” Lucy said. “I'm going to try to make the swap.”

     

    Juvia nodded as Lucy stepped through the door, making her way towards Gray. He looked up as she approached, lifting an eyebrow. “You changed your clothes?”

     

    “Yeah, my friend wanted to see how I could get clothes from the Spirit World from Horologium.” Then she turned to Gemini, still in the perfect form of Juvia. “Hey, Juvia,” Lucy said to Gemini, leaning in close and talking deliberately, hoping the spirit twins would understand her meaning. “You probably feel pretty weird wearing the dress that hurt you like this. How about you come and change as well?”

     

    Taking the hint, the fake Juvia stood up and nodded. “Sounds good to me,” Gemini said as they began walking back towards the other car.

     

    “Juvia...you said, 'me', just now,” Gray called after them. “I've never heard you speak in first-person before.”

     

    Lucy grimaced hard, spinning around to cover Gemini's mistake. “She's just really messed up because of the magic, she probably doesn't even know what she's saying!” Lucy ranted as Gemini-Juvia nodded vigorously. To Lucy's relief, Gray just shrugged and turned his head back to the window. The two of them went back into their private car, where Gemini returned to the Spirit World and Juvia was waiting patiently. “Alright, the switch is a success,” whispered. “We can go back in a couple of minutes.”

     

    “Juvia is really happy,” Juvia said. “That felt so good. Juvia wonders...if she focuses hard on keeping her body completely solid, if she could feel it again. She wants to feel it again.”

     

    Lucy shrugged. She had never heard of someone purposefully holding their pee for fun. “Well, I don't really get it, but maybe it's special to you because you're not used to it. You can always try.”

     

    “Since Juvia cannot talk to Gray about it, would Lucy...would she stay with Juvia when she does try? She thinks it would be less fun alone. Maybe Lucy can do it too!”

     

    Lucy folded her arms, feeling her face flushing. “Well, I...I guess I don't see why not. If it's fun for you, there's probably no harm in it.”

     

    “This makes Juvia happy,” Juvia whispered.

     

    “Well, I think its safe for us to go back to Gray,” Lucy said, trying to change the subject. Juvia followed Lucy back to their seats, where Juvia quickly resumed her usual stare at the Ice Wizard as the train continued its journey home.

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  6. To Jenny's dismay, the ladies toilets were closed for cleaning. There was only one option. She sprinted to the men's toilets but two of the stalls were gross, one was closed and one of them were being used. By Jake. Jake, having just blown his load into toilet paper, peeked into the gap in the toilet stall door and saw Jenny. Jenny had no option but to squat over the urinal. She quickly lifted up her skirt and barely got her panties down before hot pee shot out of her. Just when she thought the pee stream was over, another shot out. She rubbed and stroked her pussy. "Oh... It feels so good.. I-I can't stop it.." She gasped. After she was done, she cleaned herself up and fingered herself until she came into her panties. She stroked her silky smooth pussy. "Ohh.. This just won't do... I guess I'll just have to go commando." She tossed her panties into the corner of the bathroom. "I wonder which lucky man will get these for free." She said with a smile and left. Needless to say, Jake got another boner and took the panties.

  7. Hey look, two updates in one day! I think this one is slightly better than the other, but I like these girls, okay?

     

    ....Annnnd I'm out of ideas for Bleach character omorashi. Anyone have any suggestions? I'd love to hear them!

     

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    The one thing that Risa wasn't willing to openly admit to just anyone was that she had a peeing fetish.

     

    Not for actually peeing or wetting herself or seeing others do it. She just really liked to hold her own pee and see how long she could last.

     

    Today was going to be one of those days. She switched out of her usual school uniform and went with something more familiar to her generation: tight jeans that were blue and tight in all the right places, knee-high boots, a white tank top, red and black checkered buttoned shirt, and she tied her silky black hair back in a ponytail with a purple scrunchie.

     

    Risa made sure no other obligations would come up and distract her, and once she was positive she was free, she drank two bottles of water and a mug of coffee with her breakfast, and curled up in her side of the warehouse with several magazines, sure to keep her busy for a few hours.

     

    "Hey, Risa!" A loud voice reached her ears, and she lowed her magazine slightly to find Hiyori standing over her, the loud-mouth, hothead of the Vizards. And the youngest. "We're out of food again, and we all elected you to go out shopping. Mashiro wants to come with you. Get some good food, okay? Otherwise, I'll vomit in your shoes!" Her glare told Risa she wasn't kidding around, so with a sigh, she stood up and called for the bubbly green-headed girl, and sure enough, she bounced over.

     

    Mashiro, too, was dressed in her generation's outfit: a long-sleeved, flowy black peasant blouse, a long, white, flowy peasant skirt that reached her ankles, white go-go boots, and instead of her usual goggles pinning her hair back, it was two giant, chunky barrettes.

     

    "Ready to go?" She asked happily, showing off her black bag which held the limited amount of money the Vizards managed to score from their benefactor, and Risa simply nodded. "Great! I hope there'll be great food on sale today!" She ran over to the door, and Risa tucked three more water bottles into her own purse, then followed Mashiro out of the door after promising the rest of the group they'd be back soon.

     

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    Mashiro talked cheerfully to Risa the whole way to the store, which Risa mostly tuned out. She had more pressing concerns on her mind, literally, as she touched a hand to her stomach. If she knew she'd be going to the store, she would've relieved herself before leaving and cut back on her water intake. She had a fetish, but wasn't stupid.

     

    Still, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad. After all, Mashiro was very speedy when she did her tasks, so chances are they'd be in and out of the store within a few minutes, and Risa could easily duck down an alleyway or something afterwards.

     

    "Oh, we're here!" Mashiro grinned, and swiftly walked inside. Risa sipped from her bottle of water and followed her in.

     

    "Were we given a list? Usually they're very specific on what they want." She asked calmly.

     

    "Yes! Here you go!" Mashiro pulled a list out of her bag and gave it to Risa to read, who promptly adjusted her glasses and read it to herself silently.

     

    Every Vizard, herself and Mashiro included, are always planning for their next food shopping trip, and thus create a giant list of every item they want at the store. Every Vizard had decorated their side of the list, and their items nearly ran into each other with their messy, disorganization handwriting.

     

    "Let's start with Shinji's since he's the leader!" Mashiro suggested, and Risa nodded and folded the list up. She slipped it into her pocket.

     

    The green-haired hippy had run ahead into the sandwich selection of the store and was looking at the rack of meat. "Maybe we should get everyone's meet first to save time?"

     

    Before Risa could respond, Mashiro had grabbed as many packets of lunch-meat that she could carry in her arms and dumped them all into the basket.

     

    "Next is cheese!" She ran over to that section and threw into the bucket as many cheese slices as she possibly could.

     

    "Watch your prices, we don't have very much to spend." Risa warned, sipping more water.

     

    She was already feeling slightly desperate, and grinned inwardly at the feeling. She crossed her ankles and drank a bit faster.

     

    "Fine...." Mashiro pouted and picked out the cheapest loaf of bread she could-probably stale, by the looks of it, and tossed that into the basket too. "What's next?"

     

    "Hm." Risa pulled out the list. "Well, Hachi, Hiyori, and I all want ramen, so I suppose that's next." She drank more water.

     

    "Let's go!" Mashiro yanked on Risa's arm, nearly making her spill her water in surprise, and dragged her to the ramen section. "Ooooh, what flavors did they want?" She asked eagerly, looking at the differently-colored packets.

     

    "Hiyori wants the shrimp-flavored, Hachi wants beef, and I want pork." Risa pulled a packet of the pork-flavored ramen off the shelf herself and put it into her basket, and Mashiro put in the other two.

     

    "Next is side dishes!" Mashiro proudly marched out of the aisle, and Risa followed closely behind. Having finished one water bottle, she discarded it in a nearby trash-can and held her stomach.

     

    The pressure was certainly growing, but it was still tolerable. She was suddenly assaulted by an image of herself losing control and wetting her tight jeans in front of all the shoppers, and the thought turned her on just a bit.

     

    "Risa! Are you coming?" Mashiro asked, shocking Risa out of her thoughts. She looked down and noticed that she was fondling her breasts, and quickly dropped her hands to her sides.

     

    "I'm coming!" She ran to catch up to Mashiro.

     

    "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you space out more than me!" She laughed. "We're halfway done with the list!"

     

    "Perfect." Risa popped open the cap on her second water bottle and started guzzling this one down.

     

    She simply watched Mashiro run from shelf to shelf in the aisle, tossing several side dishes into the basket and occasionally consulting the list with Risa.

     

    Such requests included a basket of strawberries, sea salt-flavored potato chips, salad ingredients, curly fries, and an entire bottle of hot sauce.

     

    "Wait, who wanted the hot sauce?" Risa asked in confusion, squinting at the list. She crossed her legs.

     

    "Me! It makes a fantastic smoothie!" Mashiro grinned, and Risa shuddered at the thought. "Oh, speaking of smoothies!" She literally danced out of the aisle and into the next one, containing all sorts of fluids to drink.

     

    "Oh, we're at that part of our list already?" Risa asked in a bored tone, adjusting her glasses. Mashiro nodded and started literally tossing bottles of soda and juice into the basket, much to Risa's dismay, who had to run around to catch them all.

     

    Afterwards, she took another big gulp of her water and smiled inwardly at how uncomfortably full she felt. The more rational side of her, however, warned her to remind Mashiro to hurry up so she wouldn't wet herself in public.

     

    Since the green-haired girl was busy eyeing a rack lined with various types of wine, she tightly crossed her legs again and held herself, making sure to rub herself at the same time.

     

    When Mashiro turned around, however, Risa acted like she was looking at a shelf lined with fruit juices.

     

    "Hey, Risa! Am I old enough to buy wine?" Mashiro asked nicely.

     

    "Seeing how you look seventeen but have been dead for twenty-five years? Am I honestly expected to answer that?" Risa crossed her arms in front of her chest, and Mashiro gave her a massive pout in response.

     

    "But I want some!"

     

    "I don't think it's legal. We don't even have I.D.s."

     

    "Meanie." Mashiro pouted more and stomped away from her.

     

    "The law is a meanie." Risa said simply.

     

    Mashiro suddenly stopped in the middle of her walk and spun around to face Risa. "Oh no! I suddenly remembered something!"

     

    "What?!" Risa asked, bracing herself for some bad news, given Mashiro's reaction. "Do you sense a Hollow?" She stared at the faint outline of Mashiro's own zanapakuto, being worn at her waist under her skirt and just barely being hidden by the thin, white fabric.

     

    However, she shook her head, and Risa noticeably relaxed. "What, then?"

     

    "I forgot to go pee before we left the warehouse! I forgot about it because we were having so much fun shopping, but now that the shopping's done, I remembered!" She explained in a state of total shock.

     

    "Oh, that is a problem." Risa nodded.

     

    "Come on, let's go pee!" She happily grabbed Risa's arms and dragged her towards the bathrooms, ignoring her protests of not wanting to be moved.

     

    Once they got there, Mashiro let the black-haired girl go and spun around. "Wait right here! I'll be back!" She walked into the bathroom, then quickly looked back. "Oh! Unless you have to go too...?"

     

    "No, I'm fine. You can go." Risa lied, and Mashiro ran inside.

     

    As she waited for her hippy friend to finish, she leaned against the wall and chugged the last of her second water bottle down. As she did, she held herself with her other hand,rubbing herself through her tight jeans.

     

    She soon found herself wishing she didn't wear panties, as it would certainly make holding a whole lot easier. Not to mention hotter. The girls in her favorite magazines never wore panties, so why should she?

     

    Risa felt all of her consumed liquids uncomfortably pressing on her bladder, and after quickly looking around to make sure nobody was looking, started to contemplate letting a few spurts out. She had panties on, so would anybody really be able to tell?

     

    Before she could start, however, she was startled by someone roughly grabbing on her shoulders, making her involuntarily release a few spurts into her underwear. She winced and quickly grabbed herself with one hand, grimacing.

     

    "Got you! You were so scared!" Mashiro teased, sticking her tongue out at her.

     

    "Haha." Risa commented in her usual stoic tone, taking her hand out of her crotch and straightening. "Let's pay for our groceries and leave."

     

    "Okay!" Mashiro grabbed the whole basket from Risa and bolted towards the check-out, which Risa didn't mind one bit. More room to hold herself, as she quickly did.

     

    She caught up to Mashiro, who basically dumped the entire basket onto the conveyor belt, making the cashier's eye twitch.

     

    "Just these!" She smiled, then saw a pack of fruit-flavored gum beside her. She grabbed it and handed it to the cashier. "Oh, and that too!"

     

    "Fine..." The cashier hurriedly rang them up, and handed them two bags each, then gave Mashiro her total. She smiled and dumped her whole bag of money out onto the register, making both of the cashier's eyes twitch.

     

    "Well, I am sure that is the correct amount, now we are very late for something so let's go!" Risa said in a rush, grabbing Mashiro's arm and yanking her out of the store.

     

    As soon as they were out of the store's boundaries, only then did they stop running.

     

    "Risa? Why are you in such a rush?" Mashiro asked, but her question was soon answered when Risa cried out and bent over, shoving both of her hands into her crotch. "You do have to pee! You lied to me! And now look at you! You're going to pee on yourself!" She made the same pouty face she always made when scolding someone or was upset.

     

    "Now's not the time for that...!" Risa managed, blushing red.

     

    "I don't think I've ever seen you in a position like this...! You're usually so stoic!" Mashiro said in amazement.

     

    "I grossly overestimated how long I could hold it for."

     

    "Can you make it back to the warehouse? The others won't care if you wet yourself."

     

    "I think so..."

     

    "Come on then!"

     

    With that, Mashiro jumped up and started marching forward again, and Risa had no choice but to slowly shuffle along, always keeping at least one hand in her crotch.

     

    What she didn't admit to Mashiro, however, is that the feeling of being bursting was greatly turning her on, and she could feel both her nipples getting erect and her panties dampening. Maybe if she was alone...

     

    "You're doing good! Come on! We can do it!" Mashiro encouraged from further down the road, and Risa briefly looked up to smile at her. "See? You can do this!"

     

    "If only you knew..." Risa mused to herself, suddenly spurting more into her panties enough to create a small stream. It trickled down her leg, making her shudder, both from pleasure and disgust. However, another quick and tight grasp stopped it.

     

    "Don't give up!" Mashiro darted back over to her friend and grabbed her arm, then started running with her.

     

    "Wait-!" Risa cried, struggling free of her grip and continuing to hold herself with both hands. "I'm sorry for this...."

     

    "Don't be! It doesn't affect my life one bit! But it'll affect yours if we don't get you back to the warehouse!" Mashiro looked down and gasped. "Your jeans! They're getting wet spots on them!"

     

    "...Is it that noticeable already?" Risa's eyes widened, and she checked her jeans for wet spots, finding a small trickle from where she leaked just a few minutes before.

     

    Mashiro ignored this and grabbed Risa again, running even faster this time. "We're almost there! We're almost there!" She cheered, nearly chanting.

     

    "Your yelling isn't making my holding any easier," Risa stated, but found herself being placed right in front of the steel door that marked the door of their warehouse.

     

    "We're here!" The green-haired Vizard cheered, spinning around. "Mashiro...Kick!" She threw her foot up and managed to kick a big dent in the door, which alerted the others inside and one of them manually opened the door for them.

     

    "Hey, the girls are back! Did you bring back anything good?" The silver-haired male Vizard, Kensei, asked.

     

    "See for yourself!" Mashiro gave him a huge grin and handed him one of her bags, making him glare at her and walk off with the bag.

     

    "Okay Risa, you're safe here now! Let it flow out!"

     

    "Let what flow out?" Hiyori asked in a bitter tone, walking over to see what all the fuss was about.

     

    "This!" Risa handed her bags to a very-confused Hiyori and spread her legs apart, then finally let go of the flood she had been holding back all morning. She didn't take her jeans off, there was no purpose nor time for that, and her legs started to rapidly darken from her urine. The warmth was nearly at a burning level for her, yet it still felt comforting, and the stream traveled down her jeans and all the way down into her boots.

     

    The intense relief, which would've been numbing to a normal person, was also orgasmic for Risa, who leaned against a wall so her jellified legs wouldn't make her fall to the floor. "This...is...bliss..." She said to herself, sighing in relief. She bent over slightly so the stream would finish faster, as there was already a large puddle inbetween her legs and a stream still pouring out, showing no signs of slowing.
    Since she was so close to climax, and she had embarrassed herself already, she brought her fingers up to her soaked crotch and started rapidly rubbing it, spraying her urine everywhere.

     

    Finally, finally, she brought herself to a climax, and that, too, caused her urine to slow, then taper off, stopping. Afterwards, she opened her eyes-when had she closed them?-and looked around the room to see everyone's reactions.

     

    Mashiro simply looked shocked, and for once, her mouth was covered by her hands, while Hiyori was staring at her in absolute disgust.
    "That's it, I'm vomiting in your shoes." She stated rudely, then stormed off with the grocery bags.

     

    Love and Rose both looked amused, while Shinji just looked irritated, probably thinking of all the laundry they were going to waste precious money on now.
    "My, my, what a big mess this is!" Rose said simply, flipping his hair.

     

    "Yes, and guess who's cleaning it all up?" Shinji asked, marching up to Risa. "The one who made it."
    %%%%%
    After Risa cleaned up her massive puddle, she was made to sit quietly and eat lunch with the others while her clothes were washed by their benefactor. Since she also had to wash her school uniform, she was stuck wearing a pageboy outfit of Shinji's, complete with a grey trenchcoat.
    "What were you thinking? What if somebody saw you?" Hiyori was yelling, the only one truly upset by the event.

     

    "Nobody did, Mashiro made sure of that." Risa answered calmly, sipping another mug of coffee.

     

    "And now you have to wear stupid Shinji's stupid clothes!" Hiyori huffed. "Honestly! Don't you have any regrets about this, whatsoever?!"

     

    Risa looked up at her from the rim of her mug, and very briefly, a very sly smile graced her features. "It was so worth it."

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    *Work will require basic knowledge of the video game League of Legends to fully understand. I do not own League of Legends and its characters.

     

    Ashe sighed. It was another long day on Summoner's Rift waging a, in her opinion, pointless war to destroy the enemy's nexus. Today
    she was paired with Thresh, the chain warden in bottom lane. Ashe did relatively well with Thresh and so it was a generally less irritable
    match. Ashe continued to focus on killing the enemy minion wave like she had done so much times before. The frost archer was then
    interrupted from her actions when Thresh decided to engage on the enemy. A loud clink of metal signified a successful engage, and
    Ashe prepared her bow in response. Firing flurry after flurry of arrows expertly onto the trapped enemy, she was rewarded with a swift
    announcement. First Blood. Having only received minor resistance to the engage, she downed a health potion anyway and continued to
    push her lane. The bland taste engulfed her mouth, but it wasn't like Ashe hadn't got used to the mediocre tastes of the potion the
    League had to offer. "Nice work." She said to the chain warden. "Same to you, frost archer." Thresh responded. The remaining enemy
    Draven began to recall and Ashe took this as an opportunity to do so as well, as did Thresh. A blinding blue light engulfed the pair, and
    they were teleported back to base. The frost archer immediately began to purchase items with her earned gold, patiently waiting for the
    shopkeeper to hand her the items. After a swift purchase, Ashe moved back to bottom lane with damage items as well as several health
    potions she deemed effective for her survivability. After moving back in position Ashe began to push the enemy wave, confident of her
    lead in the lane. The enemy seemed to agree as well, the usually flashy and aggressive Draven opting to play passively in lane. This
    continued on for a few minutes before the enemy began to play unusually aggressively. Draven began to move in very suddenly as did
    the enemy support. Thoroughly confused by their seemingly pure stupidity Ashe and Thresh readied their weapons. Ashe's precise
    hearing, however made out a rustle in the bushes behind. "We've been ambushed!" She thought to herself, about to warn Thresh of
    this, before he was tackled to the ground by the enemy Jarvan IV. A series of swift strikes from his lance followed soon after, and the
    enemy Draven slammed both axes onto ground as they began to move toward the chain warden, assuring Thresh's death. An Ally has
    Been Slain. The announcer's voice boomed through the battlefield. Turning their attention onto Ashe, she tried not to panic and
    began to ran back to her turret, but Jarvan was quick to respond. A blow from his massive lance crippled her retreat, and she began to
    bleed. Jarvan was still too slow, however, and Ashe made it safely back to the turret. Deciding to defend to prevent the destruction of
    her turret, the frost archer forced down three health potions and aimed her bow at the approaching enemies. Thresh eventually joined
    her in defending, and they made a silent pact to play a bit more passively as well. The game dragged on for another thirty minutes
    before her team began to group in an attempt to win the game. A dull ache in her lower abdomen alerted the archer, as the health
    potions began to make its uncomfortable presence. This was quickly forgotten, however, as the opposing teams engaged in a brutal
    team fight. Aiming her bow onto the approaching enemies, she fired arrow after arrow from the backlines, dealing damage safely.
    Her front line fell quickly, putting Ashe at a sudden disadvantage. Swiftly killing the enemy Draven, Ashe began to retreat along with
    her allies. Thresh fell quickly as the entire enemy team focused on him, allowing Ashe to retreat. Both teams felt the need to play
    passively, and a silent stalemate fell upon the fields of justice. As minutes of attacking and defending alike turned into hours, Ashe's
    unnoticed need began to grow. It brought a frown onto her face, as the need to empty her bladder was actually substantial. The dull
    ache never ceased to progress, and as an hour of the game passed, it put a visible strain on her body. At this point she was
    not what she herself would call desperate, but if it was to her convenience she would use the washrooms. However, it was starting
    to bother her. The frost archer, however, chose to focus on the battle instead of her bladder. It was well over an hour into the game
    before heavy bladder spasms began to attack her. The never-ending ache in her bladder starting to affect her concentration and
    thoughts, a poorly-timed bladder spasm caused her to release a quick spurt into her underwear. Immediately and forcibly stopping
    the stream, Ashe developed a furious blush. Crossing her legs abruptly and hoping no one would see her, she did so for the sake
    of her bladder control. Noticing her discomfort, the chain warden questioned her. "This is unlike you. What is affecting your
    performance, frost archer?" "Nothing, i-it's just the weather." Ashe offered. Thresh looked at her strangely but decided to drop the
    topic. If Ashe could've gone redder she would've, the stutter and quite frankly ridiculous excuse made her look like a child. Deciding to
    again focus on winning the battle, not just to win but also for the sake of her bladder, she followed her team to the enemy's turret.
    Another half-hour passed, and Ashe was beside herself by this time. She had began to sweat and she tightened her bladder muscles.
    The frost archer frequently crossed legs and shifted side to side, and sometimes wished she could just grip her privates to manually aid
    herself in her internal battle. She could not stand still for more than a couple of seconds, and her aiming as a trained and professional
    archer become sloppy and misdirected. Each minute continued to weaken her fight against containing the ocean within her body.
    She was definitely desperate. Another fight broke out in the jungle, and Ashe readied her bow. Ashe's arrows could not keep up
    with her falling allies, and the enemy Jarvan trapped half of her team with a precise cataclysm. Ashe began to retreat, but no before
    the enemy landed a swift blow on her abdomen. "A-Ah!" She cried out, as another more potent stream soiled her underwear.
    Ashe doubled over, but by pure luck managed to land an arrow on the enemy Sion assaulting her, and promptly fed. Gasping, she
    couldn't believe she hadn't died once yet. It was probably the reason her bladder was in its condition. Two hours since the game began,
    and Ashe looked around her. The enemy team was pushing to her turret, and all of her team mates were dead. She could defend, but her bursting bladder simply couldn't wait any longer. It was now or never. Ashe let out a low whimper, her agonizingly full bladder creating a
    permanent discomfort and strain on her body. Her bladder muscles were stretched to the maximum capacity, she needed to relieve herself so
    badly. Ducking blindly into some bushes, she hastily placed a ward outside and rapidly checked her surroundings for anybody that would
    witness her release. She gasped as another bladder spasm attacked her tortured bladder. "Nnnn.... AH!" She couldn't stop the immediate
    spurt of liquid from her body. Wasting no more time, she lifted her skirt and pulled down her underwear. Finally, she let go. She couldn't
    help but close her eyes, nearly two hours of pent up liquid being released. Ashe wasn't even into her relief session for three seconds before
    footsteps alerted her. With a newfound power, she lifted her underwear up and stopped her stream painfully. Developing a furious blush
    at realizing what she was doing, she lifted her bow. The queen of freljord had just attempted to relieve herself in the middle of battle.
    Her legs shuddered and sweat ran down her face as she readied her bow. Her bladder gave another protest and another spurt ran down
    her legs. Unable to shove a hand onto her privates, she shakily stood up to face her enemy. With his back to her, she spotted the
    enemy Jarvan, and she mustered up all the concentration she had while still nursing a bursting bladder to draw her bow and release
    a precise shot. Despite her dilemma, she managed to land the arrow and draw Jarvan's attention. Staggering a bit, he whipped around
    with his massive lance, and spotted Ashe. Immediately, he charged her. In a brief moment of panic, another longer, gushing stream
    shot out of her strained bladder as her muscles struggled to contain the ocean within. She drew her bow again, realizing it was either
    she landed a critical strike onto her target or she died. Gathering all of her concentration, she blinked back tears as she let go of her bow.

    An enemy has been slain.

     

    The announcement boomed across Summoner's Rift. Sighing in tremendous relief, she took baby steps to the bushes nearby.
    Panting, she fell on her knees, as standing would cause her doom. Shakily maneuvering herself to the bush, she froze suddenly.
    "N-No! Please!" She begged uselessy as she was so close to the relief she so desperately desired. The pain of still holding back, her
    bladder muscles had too much. Finally, her bladder let go. Tears leaked out of Ashe's eyes, the shame of the queen of freljord wetting
    herself on the battlefield causing them. Despite this, a part of the frost archer was still in bliss, and she just closed her eyes. Ashe sighed,
    as the stream picked up force and soaked her legs underwear, making its way onto the ground. Her accident splashed around loudly.
    Ashe's stream didn't break quickly, and her eyes widened at the volume of urine she had been containing the entire time. After nearly
    half a minute of a full stream, her stream began to slow until she was empty. Enjoying the feeling of emptiness she yearned for the
    entire battle she grimly faced her base from the bushes, already knowing the result.

     

    Defeat.

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    Beth inhaled,eyes watering as she put the clothing on "So the world is dead?"

     

    kat put the pistol in the back of her pants like shes seen many others do in movies "i dunno, theres still gotta be some life here cause if there wasnt what would be the point on having a gun?"

     

    beth put on the travel pack and felt it was kinda heavy she took it off and looked inside, what was inside surprised her it was another letter that said "kat i found these in your room thought should pack them just in case" beth looked under the letter and saw two pack of pull ups, beth zipped the travel pack back up snd handed it to kat "this ones yours"

     

    kat too her travel pack off and handed it to beth then looked insidethe one beth claimed was her,she read the note and saw the two packs of pullups and blushed slightly,she knew that beth already knew she wore them or at least use to "whats in yours?" she said curiously

     

    beth replyed "i dunno yet" then she unzipped the travel pack revilling yet another note "beth your mom told me to put this in your bag, i also put two filled canteens in there for you and kat" beth looked under the note to a surprise to see that her mother put two bags of size 6 diapers, beth remebered her bladder problem and remebered that she wore these all the time, before she took the chances of finding out she quickly took out one diaper, and took her pants and panties off and put the diaper on then her pants she then handed kat the panties and said "i-i dont n-n-need these a-anymore" blushing rapidly

     

    kat didnt really seem to care, for the simple fact it actully turned her on a little. "s-should we like try to find resources and stuff?" kat asked not knowing what to do

     

    "yeah i guess, since were in the middle of fricking nowhere we should pick path and start walking" beth replyed

     

    kat chose to walk north, as they were walkng for what felt like hours kat started to feel her bladder getting full she shrugged it off and continued walking. after a couple of minutes kat felt he bladder give out almost instantly, she felt her pantiesgetsoaked with urine an felt the warm wet piss go down her legs

     

    beth looked over at kat, well looking at her crotch to be exact she sensed that kat had to pee and was hoping she would hve an accdent almost instantly as she thought it kats crotch darkened and dark streaks went down kats pants making a puddle below her ~ continuned next chapter

  9. Emily’s Anniversary of an Accident

     

    Emily smiled gleefully as she awoke. While she hadn’t been much of a fan of Christmas last year (or the years prior, to be honest), Emily had been warming up to it.

     

    Well, actually, as much as she was reluctant to admit it, it really wasn’t the holiday itself she was warming up to, it was actually more so her sister. Lilly, a girl that had been a thorn in Emily’s side (and still partly was) had become closer to her over the year. They had been chatting a little more, spending more time together, and, while previously it seemed impossible, they were actually friendly to each other. That in itself was a big enough feat, but sadly, the friendliness had been waning as the months ticked by. By Halloween, Lilly was getting a more and more quiet, and by Thanksgiving, she was more distant than she had ever been. In fact, such thoughts may be the reason why Emily somehow forgot to get a present this year. Now, with roles virtually reversed, Emily had no idea what to do. In fact, their parents, after having a short breakfast with them, said they had to drive to a relative’s house, and that Emily was in charge while they were away for the day. While rather sudden, it gave Emily the perfect chance to talk with Lilly, although her hopes were virtually dashed aside the moment she her the doorbell ring.

     

    “Ah! It’s Sarah!” Lilly cried out, running past Emily.

     

    “Lilly, didn’t you hear mom and dad? No friends over unless you ask me first!”

     

    “W-well, can she come over now?”

     

    Letting out a gentle, lighthearted sigh, she nodded. “Sure, she’s over right now anyways, may as well not send her back home.” Emily approached the front door, greeting the small girl that had arrived. While Emily wore her rather tomboyish attire of a bland mismatch of long pants and a long-sleeved shirt, Sarah was wearing a long, thick, red skirt with a red sweater, along with a white scarf and coat. Her pink mittens, while a little off, fit well with the blend of the two colors, and besides, they complimented Lilly’s attire, which was more or less a violet version of Sarah’s clothes. Emily shook her head. While her personal dislike for skirts wasn’t something that she really took mind of, and she knew that the two girls wouldn’t get cold with such thick clothing, the fact that even the brands of clothing matched made Emily wonder if the two thought they were wearing the latest fashion.

     

    “So,” Sarah said, her joy already filling her lungs, “let’s have a snowball fight! There’s still plenty of snow from yesterday!” Lilly looked back at Emily, her eyes begging her to go outside. Both girls knew their parents still didn’t trust her outside without her older sibling, so it was only natural that Emily would be required to join them.

     

    “Fine, let’s go outside, just let me get dressed first.” As she was saying that, Emily was slipping her coat on over her arms. She wasn’t too willing to go upstairs and get a second pair of pants to stay warm, especially after her forgetfulness from last year.

     

    They all had agreed to have a snowball fight, and Emily being the oldest, she was against Lilly and Sarah. Two respective snow forts were built, each just below the height of their shoulders when standing, with Emily’s more of her size and Lilly and Sarah’s more of their size. The girls were quick to build their own stockpiles of snowballs before snowballs started sailing over the walls of each fort, a few hitting the faces of the three girls. They were all having a fun time, rapidly producing and hurling the frozen projectiles, blowing up in a powdery explosions.

     

    Soon enough, Emily started to notice a change in her sister. While she certainly seemed more energetic around Emily than she had ever been these last few months, something else seemed… off. After throwing with a little too much effort and almost falling forward, her eyes grew wide as her mittens buried themselves into her tight skirt. Lilly took notice and said something in return, but Emily couldn’t hear what the two were talking about as she was too far away to hear. Her worry, and part of her curiosity as well, made her move closer to see what was wrong. Lilly’s cheeks seemed unusually red, even for the chilly air that was blowing across all of their faces.

     

    “…said I can hold it, can’t you too?” Lilly muttered to Sarah, Emily able to pick up the last few words. Her eyes trailed up to her sister as her mouth shut tightly. Sarah, noticing her friend’s silence and Emily’s concerned look, quickly spoke up.

     

    “U-um, I think it’s about time we build a snowman!” Sarah shifted her weight, obviously just as nervous as Lilly was.

     

    “Y-yeah, I-I-I also nee- want to build a snowman…” Lilly’s voice seemed to taper off a little, but Emily paid no mind, she was just happy her sister was having fun once again. The display earlier, however, still had Emily a little worried.

     

    So, as they started rolling balls of snow on the ground to build them up, Emily leaned over to Lilly and whispered a small “Do you need to pee, Lilly?”

     

    Lilly’s back straightened at this, and it was obvious that she was absolutely flustered. “N-no, I don’t have to pee, I just… hurt my leg earlier, and it was stinging from the pain.”

     

    “Oh, really?”

     

    “Yeah, really.”

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
    Not really, not in the slightest. Lilly, her own thoughts already on her overworked bladder, were definitely not worried about her “injured” leg, which required no worrying in the slightest. Her legs were shaking, and she was surprised Emily had bought such a lie when her hands trembling so much from desperation. In fact, she was surprised she hadn’t already wet herself earlier, her bladder had even leaked a few drops into panties then, and she highly doubted she would hold on for much longer.

     

    However, the last thing she wanted was to give anyone an excuse to stay inside. That’s why, no matter how badly she had to pee, she wasn’t going to go inside.

     

    …outside, on the other hand…

     

    “H-hey, Sarah…” Lilly had approached her friend, who seemed to be holding on just a tad better than Lilly. “I umm… a-about needing to pee…”

     

    “Y-you want to go inside?” Sarah’s strained voice shook, as if close to breaking from the effort of holding her pee for so long.

     

    “N-no, I-I meant… w-we could always… ummm… p-p-pee outside…” Now Lilly’s entire body was trembling, scared of her friend’s response of doing such an unorthodox method when a much more cultured option was only a minute away.

     

    Sarah looked to her feet, contemplating the idea for a moment before shaking her head in refusal. “N-no, I know you’ve been getting me the last few months to play that game with you, b-but girls don’t do that, it’s icky…”

     

    Lilly didn’t mind how Sarah’s vocabulary was a little childish, even for her age, but the answer was still clear. “But Sarah, if we go inside, you tend to decide to stay inside, and I really want to play in the snow just a little bit longer. …Besides, you don’t look like you can hold it much longer.”

     

    Sarah was silent. She knew she had a tendency to be rather lazy after doing any kind of work, but she wouldn’t ever want to do that in place of using an actual restroom. But, her bladder was still sending rather urgent signals, so she decided it was best to give it a try. “O-okay, b-but let’s at least go somewhere private first…”

     

    The tried their best to get out of sight, but so many places were exposed. Finally, they realized something. Their snow fort from earlier was one of the least exposed areas in the entire backyard. “Here, if you want, we can both go at the same tim-“

     

    “No! I-I’ll just… wait for you first, if that’s okay…”

     

    Lilly shrugged, hiking up her skirt and squatting down. She didn’t even have a chance to pull her panties down, as her legs being exposed to the cold air made her start peeing almost instantly. She tried her best to keep pee from landing on her shoes, but the steaming, hot pee was still somewhat getting on her legs. When she decided to try and take her panties of anyways, it was worse, as it practically started spraying over her legs. However, melting yellow snow and obvious small steam cloud aside, the relief was just too good, and the warm pee on her legs helped warm her up as well.

     

    Sarah, however, couldn’t feel the relief, and no matter how much she tried to cover her ears, she could still hear the sound of gushing urine, and it all but helped her need to pee. She started to feel a trickle of warm liquid running down her leg, and while she was now more than ever tempted to yank down her panties and pee next to Lilly, her hands shot down to her skirt to stem the flow, and they remained there, unable to move without flooding herself. The sighing girl beside her only made her need worse and worse, and as her hand pushed harder and harder, all that came in reply was a faster and faster stream, until the floodgates open all at once, the front of her skirt turning a dark, dark red despite her best efforts. A similar cloud of steam and melting yellow snow formed below her, but her face was absolutely scarlet in the shame of having wet herself involuntarily. Sarah sniffed as she was unable to keep the tears from falling down her cheeks, and her pee soaked mittens were inches away from her face, trying to cover her cheeks without getting pee on them.

     

    Of course, it was about that time that Emily showed up. “What are you girls do-” She cut herself off as her eyes took in the whole scene. Lilly quickly dropped down her skirt and tried smoothing it out while Sarah tried her best to hide her obvious accident.

     

    “L-Lilly wanted to pee outside, a-and so I was going to as well, b-but I couldn’t hold it, a-and she didn’t want to pee anywhere else, a-and…” Sarah was babbling nonstop, trying to find some way to explain it to Emily without having her think it was her idea to wet herself.

     

    Lilly scuffed her shoe in the melted snow, eyes cast to the ground. “I-I… um… since last year, I’ve kinda… grown to enjoy needing to pee and stuff like that. I-I wanted to tell you and all, Emily, b-but I was afraid you may think I’m a creep and all, a-an-“

     

    “Lilly…” Emily interrupted, crouching down beside the girl, a reassuring smile on her face. “I’m your sister, I’m the last person to judge you, and anything that’ll make you happy will make me happy. Besides…” Emily winked at Lilly. “I forgot to give you a Christmas present as well, and agreeing to help you enjoy those feelings even more will be my gift to you.”

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    Eileen laid down in the bushes, as she aimed her rifle at the bench across the stream. A young lady had sat down, next to wear her target was supposed to sit. Eileen just laid in the bushes, patiently, when her target appeared. The target was another young woman. As her target sat down, the two women began to chit chat.Eileen felt a sudden desperation to pee.

     

    Eileen didn't want to leave her post.She thought, "Im not seeing anyone today. Why dont I just pee myself?" Eileen began soaking herself, with great relief. After relieving herself, something felt wrong. The massive puddle was running up her belly. Eileen began panicking, Tears started forming in her eyes, while the pee was being absorbed by her bra . Eileen stood up, and inspected her completely pee soaked clothes.

     

    Once Eileen regained her composure, she laid back down naked as her clothes dried. She stared through the scope. Her target had simply walked away... THE END

     

    Illustrated by Makishi3https://omorashi.org/user/27097-makishi/

     

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    I was a prince among the Pokemon and when my parents were assassinated I was given the political power and I had thought the Enders were the cause of their death. I started a war between us. The war had waged on and I had even served for the Army because even though I am a King I needed to find the assassins who killed my parents. One day It was a huge battle and both armies were even when out of nowhere a Ender Man Grabs on to my throat and rips my arm open only to spit into the wound.
    I thought I was dead but I woke up in an infirmary to find all of my fur was turned purple and grey and I had also evolved into a Delphox. I got up and even though the Chansey doctors were telling me to sit back down I pushed them out of the way and kept going. They sent a Mega Tyranitar to stop me when I just touched it's belly and thrown him aside with my newly gained psychic powers.
    I walked straight to the enemy castle when I found one guard packing up and leaving. He began to speak "Oh SHIT, please, please, PLEASE don't kill me".
    "Don't worry I won't kill you, UNLESS you tell me where your King is."
    "I'm sorry I can't tell you whe-"
    I killed him in an instant and not even caring a little bit. I decided to go back to town and think about what happened, when a girl Gardevoir asked if knew where a bathroom is and I said "Over in that pub but you have to buy something first."
    "Well that's the problem, I don't have any money." she replied.
    I said "Don't worry I'll convince them to let you go."
    We walked in and I walked her to the bathroom when the bartender gives me a nasty look and I just glare calmly back and he just sinks down.
    She accidentally bumped into a big Feraligatr and he turned around and said "Hey watch were you guide that stupid whore."
    I immediately just started to light up and I punched him straight through 5 buildings before he stopped. I just take her hand and walk away. She then asks "What the hell was that!"
    I reply "I'm actually the King so It's kind of important to keep my strength up but I never had that much power."
    Something seemed to be bothering her so I asked "What's the matter?"
    She says"I don't have a place to sleep tonight because I am new to this town."
    I say "Don't worry you can sleep over in my castle tonight if you want."
    She immediately says "Yes I Will!!!"
    "By the way what is your name?" I ask.
    She says "My name is Victoria."

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    I had to know. It was gnawing at me all night. What did that woman in the ruin want with me? She seemed to have gone through an awful lot of trouble just to get my attention. I tossed and turned in my bed, agonizing over the thought of it all. She did seem to know something of dragons, and the appearance of those things was a total surprise. And ever since the Imperials captured me at Helgen...

    “New blood! Knock it off!” someone yelled at me. Njada Stonearm’s nasty scowl directed right at me.

    “Sorry...” I murmured. I snuggled my blanket again, softly resting the side of my face against the pillow. I shut my eyes, and try to let fatigue to the rest...

    But her voice continued to echo in my head...

    “I’m sorry, I leaked the information about the Wuuthrad fragment in the hopes that you would be sent after it, Karlie.”

    Over and over it played through my head. I couldn’t ignore this feeling, constantly eating away at me.

    “Forget it!” I whispered to myself. I got up, slipped on some night robes and boots, grabbed my sword, and headed upstairs. I had to know what the woman wanted.

    ***

    Now, please note that night robes in Skyrim are not some flimsy thing you can see my underwear through. They’re quite thick and furry, keeping me relatively warm from the cold night winds that blew between my legs. But in any case, I made my way up and around the stone path that went behind the meadery, over the hill, and lead to the little town of Riverwood. A quaint and peaceful place; there’s only a handful of buildings, in addition to a lumber mill that bordered the nearby river. Illuminated only by the torches of the guards and the dim glow of the nearby forge, no place ever seemed quite so serene.

    I walked up to the inn, and pull the handle. Before I can open the door completely, a man bursts out suddenly, knocking me on my ass.

    “Help! Help! Guards! Murder!” He kept yelling. As soon as I recovered my bearings, I looked up to see guards rushing towards us, weapons drawn. About four guards, I would say. The first three rushed inside, while the last one pointed his blade directly at my neck.

    “Don’t move, breton!” He shouted.

    “I-I only just got here! I have no idea what’s going on!” I protested.

    “That remains to be seen!”

    The man who knocked me down then came over and grabbed my arm. With the strength of nord, he pulled me up to my feet.

    “It’s all right, I merely knocked her down by mistake. She’s just a stranger.”

    The guard eased up and lowered his weapon. “Fine, but I’m still keeping my eye on you!” he sneered.

    “Sorry about that.” The man said to me.

    “What happened?” I asked, brushing my robes off.

    “The owner, Delphine! She’s been murdered!”

    “What!? How!?”

    “I don’t know,” the man said. “She was holed up in her room for so long, that I thought maybe I’d bring her a drink and some food. I knocked on her door, and she didn’t answer. So I went in, and there she was. On the floor, dead.”

    “Killed by a weapon?”

    “Looked that way, except that I had been running the bar all night and I never saw anyone enter that room but her!”

    Well that gave me pause. First of all, none of my questions could be answered now. Second, well... I don’t even know! Why would the one person who could give me answers suddenly be assassinated?

    “Do you mind if I took a look as well?” I asked.

    “Be my guest. If you can give any answers, I’d be grateful.”

    And so I went inside, despite the guards’ protest. Looking at the body, I would definitely have to conclude that the murder weapon was a small blade. Larger than a typical dagger, but shorter than a sword, or at least far more narrow. But as the man outside said, what was the entry point? The room had no windows to speak of, there was only one door. Did they teleport through somehow? No, that couldn’t be because spells of that magnitude almost always create some noise due to all that energy being used. So what then? As much as I wanted to provide an answer for that guy, I just didn’t see a rational explanation for any of this, lest the gods themselves decided to strike Delphine down.

    A hand grabbed my shoulder. It was that same man.

    “Begging your pardon, miss, but is your name ‘Karlie’?”

    “Yes. How did you-”

    “Delphine.” he answered. “My name’s Orgnar.”

    “What did she tell you?”

    Orgnar shook his head. “Not here. Let’s wait until the guards leave.”

    ***

    After about a half-hour of investigating, the guards finally cleaned up the body and departed.

    “Here, come have a drink.” Orgnar called. “Ale or mead?”

    “Ale, please.” I responded. No way I was drinking that nord swill. Orgnar grabbed an amber bottle and began to pour its contents into a pair of silver mugs. I walked over, sat down at the bar, and had my beverage passed to me.

    “So tell me...” I said before taking a drink. “What did Delphine say about me?”

    “She said that you were the one who defeated the dragon out in the plains of Whiterun.” Orgnar answered. “But you couldn’t absorb its soul because you aren’t Dragonborn.”

    I nodded. “And she told me she was going to tell me more if I visited her here.”

    “Well it’s something that Delphine only trusted with a few people, but it’s a little-known fact that Delphine was actually a member of the Blades.”

    I raised an eyebrow as I took another drink. “You mean the dragon hunters who formerly served as the Emperor’s guard?”

    Orgnar nodded. “The very same. But as you might know, the Thalmor extinguished them all during the great war; all but a few.”

    “Do you think it was the Thalmor who killed her?”

    “I wouldn’t put it past them, but the Thalmor are prideful. If they knew who Delphine was and where she was hiding, they wouldn’t be sneaky about, they would just come in and kill her.”

    I put a finger on my lips. “What about the Dark Brotherhood?”

    Orgnar shook his head. “I doubt it. Delphine kept to herself most of the time, not bothering anyone and I don’t see the anyone as prideful as the Thalmor resorting to a ritual like the Black Sacrament.”

    “Good point, but what does that leave?” I asked.

    “I’m not really sure.” Orgnar sighed. We both took a big chug of our drinks and let our gaze drop to the side. Truly, nothing was more aggravating than having a mystery and not having enough facts.

    “What other enemies would the Blades have?”

    “Off the top of my head...” Orgnar pondered. “Followers of Mehrunes Dagon might have a grudge to bear because of what happened during the Oblivion Crisis, but that cult was exterminated ages ago.”

    “What else?”

    “I’m really not the person to ask about such things.” Orgnar mused. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”

    I shook my head. “It’s not your fault. I have a feeling that whatever is going on is a lot bigger than just us.” I finished the last of my drink, and gave a hand shake to Orgnar. “Thank you for the drink.”

    “No problem. I hope you find out what’s going on.”

    “As do I.” I tightened my scabbard to the belt of my robes, and set off to return to Jorrvaskr.

    ***

    I think first light was beginning to break. The sky seemed to illuminate slightly as I opened the hall doors. The embers of the central fire pit glowed dimly, as Tilma the Haggard went around cleaning the place, and Torvar eased back onto a bench, finishing off a bottle of mead.

    “A bit early, even for you.” I commented.

    “It’s never too early for mead, girl.” He replied in a slurred voice.

    “I’ll take your word for it.” I suppose I wasn’t in much of a position to say such things, seem as how I had just finished off a mug of ale, but then again, I hadn’t slept yet. And by now, I was tired. I walked down the stairs to the Jorrvaskr barracks, and went over to my bed. I removed my robe, letting it drop to the floor and leaving me in just my underclothes, at which point I fell atop the bed, quickly covering my bare body with the blankets.

    A familiar tingling sensation began to tickle my... unmentionable area. “Oh dammit...” I whispered. “Did that ale really pass through my body so quickly?” Barely an hour passed after I had finished my drink and I already have to pee. Honestly though, I was so tired that I really didn’t care. Within minutes, I was fast asleep...

    ***

    “Come on, Karlie! Let’s go!”

    Hermir urged me to go with her into forest.

    “But won’t our parents be mad?” I asked.

    “They won’t care! I want to show you something, it won’t take long!”

    We went up the hill, us two kids. I had the dagger that my mother had given me on my seventh birthday, but if something like a sabre cat attacked, I knew I couldn’t defend either Hermir or myself. But when Hermir set her mind to something, there was no talking her out of it. Might as well go with the flow.

    “Just a little further.”

    I was getting tired. The hill was pretty steep and we were climbing quite high. Kynesgrove was barely visible through the thicket of bushes and tree trunks.

    “Come on, Hermir!” I protested. “We’re getting too far away now. What if a bear or a wolf shows up?”

    “All right, this’ll do then.” Hermir walked over next to the massive stump of a fallen tree.

    “So what’s this about?” I asked.

    “I wanted to show you something really cool.” Hermir gestured to the stump. I peeked in, and inside was the largest spider I had ever seen. Must have been nearly thirty centimeters in diameter.

    I grimaced. “Why are you showing me this?” I looked over at Hermir. Suddenly, I no longer saw the body of a young child, but a grown woman. It was then that I looked upon my own body, and it seemed I was grown up too! How in Oblivion did that happen?

    “I have something else I want to show you.” Hermir said. She reached for the edge of the bottom of her cloth shirt. Fiddling with the edge, she grabbed it and pulled her shirt right off. A nice firm pair of breasts were now in view, with pink nipples stiff from the cold, Skyrim air. Hermir then reached for her belt, and unfastened it, letting her pants drop to the ground, and I found myself gazing right in between her thighs.

    “Let’s get naked!” She yelled excitedly. “I won’t tell if you won’t!”

    I swallowed. I wasn’t too comfortable revealing myself to people in this fashion. But... Hermir was a close friend, so for her... well... “All right.” I said. And so I loosened my belt and slipped my dress off. As I threw it to the ground, I saw that I already didn’t have any undergarments on. Surprisingly, and despite my own hardened nipples, I didn’t feel cold in the slightest. In fact, I was quite comfortable. Two girls- or rather, women, standing around in the forest, stark naked.

    “Now watch this!” Hermir put her fists on her hips, and then stood with her legs spread apart. She looked at me, and then looked at the ground directly in front of her bare feet. In the next instant, a stream of fluid came gushing out from between her legs.

    “Y-You’re peeing!!!” I screeched.

    “Yeah!” Hermir laughed. “Isn’t that amazing?”

    “How is this ‘amazing’!?!” I yelled.

    “I’m peeing like the boys do when they’re outside!”

    I was both confused and bewildered. First of all, seeing my best friend naked was extremely embarrassing. Watching her do something as private as peeing just made matters worse. Second, I felt like this event had already happened at some point in my life, though I don’t remember it happening in my adult life...

    Hermir’s stream of urine died down into a few drops, and then nothing. I looked down in the dirt at the bubbly puddle that was slowly being absorbed by the earth beneath it. I looked at Hermir’s dripping wet crotch, then to her torso, and finally up to her mischievous grin. She pointed at me. “Now you try!”

    “What!? But I don’t have to go!” I cried.

    “Oh, please!” Hermir scoffed. “You always have to pee!”

    “That made no sense,” I replied, but soon after she said that, my bladder instantly felt full. “What!? But I didn’t have to pee a minute ago!”

    “Like I said, you always have to pee, Karlie!” Hermir kept goading me on. “Come on, just pee in the dirt, but do it like a boy! No squatting!”

    I whined. But I really had to go. No one but Hermir was around, and all my clothes were off so... what did I have to lose?

    “Fine...” I moaned. I spread my legs apart just as Hermir did. As soon as they were open, Hermir walked over and knelt down beside me, her head at the same level as my hips, looking directly at my unmentionable area. “What are you doing?” I asked.

    “I want to... make sure you do it correctly!” Hermir laughed.

    I rolled my eyes. She obviously had some other motive, but I really had to pee so I didn’t care.

    “I think I can handle it!” I snapped. I placed my hands around the inner sides of my thighs and pulled open the proverbial flood gates. And I relaxed. A few seconds passed, and I felt something begin to snake along inside me. That “snake” went through to my crotch, and then began leaving in the form of a pale translucent stream. “I-I’m doing it! I’m peeing!” I exclaimed. I watched in delight as my urine piddled into the ground, bubbling up among the dirt, leaves and twigs with puffs of steam rising up into the air. I was laughing. Somehow this was just the coolest thing ever. Was it because girls aren’t supposed to go pee outside, or standing up? My inner rebel crying out with a desire to urinate outdoors like boys? Who knew? But... that’s when I woke up.

    My eyes snapped open. I was immediately alerted by the feeling of liquid leaving my body from between my legs, wet warmth spreading over my thighs, and splattering onto the stone floor below. I tensed instantly, and the flow of pee stopped.

    “Did I... seriously... just wet the bed?” I whispered to myself. Worse yet, did anyone notice? I peeked my head up, looking around the room, all the while trying to hold back the torrent of urine that still wanted to come out. No one in the room. Must be pretty late in the morning. I threw off the covers and looked between my legs. My underwear had a fair-size wet patch on it, my legs dripping with urine, and a nice wet spot on the mattress right under my hips.

    I felt a brief spurt then leave my body, and flow down my behind. “Sweet Talos, I’d better pee before I lose it all right here!” My hands went straight into my crotch and I squeezed tightly. I was about to leave for the lavatory, until I realized, I never found out where that was! There might not even be one! “Perhaps I should just go outside then...” I said to myself. But then I looked down at my body. Wearing nothing but my smallclothes and going out into public to relieve my bladder? Not if Azura herself commanded it! But this was an emergency! I quickly looked around the room. There had to be something I could pee in! There was a small urn in the far corner of the room, but I’d have to walk to get there. On the other hand, right next to me, there was a dresser. “Pee in the drawer?” I asked. That seemed too weird. So I took a step towards the urn-

    “Agh!” I lost control. Only briefly, but I lost it nonetheless. A long spurt left me and ran down the back of my leg.

    “To hell with it!”

    I opened the drawer, then started to slip my underwear off, but my muscles gave up midway. I started peeing, uncontrollably before I could get my underpants all the way off. As warm fluids began to run down my legs, my heart began to beat much faster. Thinking quickly, I lifted my right leg and placed my foot atop the drawer, and positioned myself so that my urine was directed into the drawer. Luckily, there was nothing but a ruined book and a few loose coins in there. I closed my eyes and sighed in relaxation as I finally let all my urinary muscles go limp, and I started peeing in the drawer at full force. I really hoped there was no one outside, because the sound of my pee hitting wood with maximum strength was pretty loud. I finally opened my eyes and looked below where I was peeing. A bubbly yellow pool was quickly filling up inside the drawer, with the pungent aroma of both ale and pee filling my nostrils.

    How much time had gone by? A minute? Two minutes? It felt like that much time passed by but in spite of that I was still peeing! “Someone’s going to come in and see me, I just know it!” I began to fret. My bladder felt only half empty, while this drawer was about half full. I looked down at my stream, my face wrought with worry. I bent down, placing my head near to my crotch and looking straight into my private place. “Please be done soon!” I whispered. “We’re going to get thrown out of the Companions if someone sees us like this!” But pee just kept coming out. “Come on, be a good girl and stop peeing, at least for now!” In spite of all my nice words, she wouldn’t listen to me! I closed my eyes and gently placed my hands around the opening. “I promise no more ale late at night!”

    Somehow, after that last statement, the seemingly unending stream of pee began to die down. From a jet, to a trickle, to a few drops, to nothing. “Thank you!” I whispered softly, and gave my womanhood a gentle pat on the...well... the hood. The aroma of my urine had totally filled the air. I quickly closed the drawer, and grabbed my underwear off the ground. I slipped them back on as fast as I could, and then began to don my armor. I put the blankets over the wet spot on the bed, then I grabbed a small rug and wiped up what had leaked through the mattress and onto the floor below.

    I closed my eyes and frowned. “I swear I will never drink for at least an hour before going to bed.” Someone was bound to find my pee in the drawer sooner or later, and then what? I mean, I doubt anyone really had the ability to trace it to me, but... aaaaaaaggghhh!!!! I don’t even want to think about it anymore! I put on my boots, grabbed my sword, and headed upstairs.

  11. Yuskai started to pack her bags, she had finally finished all of her exams and her room mate was already gone. She never got the chance to ask her about her wet sheets or the extra wet clothes. she stammered about it and then decided to avoid the conversation all together, she couldve been wrong about the whole thing anyway. She stuffed her pants and shirts into the main cavity of the suitcase and stuffed her panties and socks into the small portion of the bag. She never really liked going home, her grandma, although a very good cook, didnt understand her at all, but luckily for her, she never had situations that involved peeing at her home. She was excited to finally have a normal day, well normal weeks, of none wet wintery fun.

     

    She finished packing her bag, grabbed her keys and ID and headed into the hallway. pulling her bag along as she left. She locked the door behind her and checked her phone. she had just received a test from her god brother
    "Im down stairs :]"
    She extended the handle and kicked it back then started to roll it down the hall way. She went around the corner and down the south side hall, another corner turned ans she was at the stair well. She lifted the case of the ground and carried it down with a bit of a struggle. She walks down making it to the second floor lobby and looks out over the railing out into the parking lot, seeing her brothers van she quickly walked down the stairs as carefully as she could down the narrow stairs and out the door. The air had a chilled bite to it, but she didnt mind. She walked over to the van and tapped the window. Her god brother, a 36 year old professor at the school, opened the automatic side door of his blue van and she tossed her belongings in to it. She smiled and opened the passenger door and got in, relaxing and leaning back in the seat.

     

    "so, are you exciting to be going home?"
    "not really, im more happy to not have class for over a month"

     

    He laughed and pulled out of the girls parking lot and started their drive back to her home. Snow had started to fall earlier and a pure white blanket had started to cover everything except the street, it was still to warm for snow to form on it. She watched the outside fly by in a blur of white.
    "Im surprised that its actually snowing this early in December" she whispered to herself as she started to doze off. Not long after she feel asleep she awoke to the dumping road she always recognized; she was close to home. She woke up to see the same pure white snow everywhere and covering everything. She looked at the Piggly Wiggle and the dollar stores. They stopped at the only stop light in the middle of town and turned let, driving a short distance before turning again down a narrow back road that lead to her old tiny house.

     

    He dropped her off and said his goodbyes as she pulled her suitcase out of the van and dropped it in the fresh snow, messing it up for the first time, No foot steps were near the car, she knew her grandma hadnt left yet. she lifted her luggage and carried it the short distance. she pulled her key out and unlocked the door her kitten running to her and then running away, like all cats do when people first come in the house. She sat her things down
    "Grandma im home..." she said with unamusement. the house smelled like old people and cat litter... but the cat litter was her fault.. She walked through the living room and peaked her head into her grandmas room which was the very next room. She was laying down and probably sleep she didnt feel like waking her... she didnt really feel like talking either. She looked at the time and decided she would explore around the block and ruin the fresh still fallen snow.

     

    She did like being home much but she came to see her cat and check in on her grandma. She walked back into the living room and headed out the door. The thought to go to the bathroom before she left crossed her mind, but she didnt fell like walking through the house. She closed the door behind her and started her walk heading down the porch steps and out into the street since there was no side walks until she reached the corner. She walked, her shoes crunching the snow, it was quite and everyone seemed to be in there homes. As she walked she could feel her bladder filling, she knew holding wouldnt benefit her this time, she walked a few more minutes until she came to a house. She knew no one lived there but it was kept nice by someone who lived on the lake. Looking around she stated to walk toward the back of the house, she looked around at all the white. and nothing had disturbed it. She hopped no one would track her foot prints back there. She walked up beside the porch and looked at the white ground... *am i really about to do this... *

     

    she felt herself becoming a bit aroused, she tugged at her shirt and started to undo her pants, she un zipped them next and started to lower them along with her panties, they had formed a mid sized wet spot in them. she started breathing heavily her breath forming light steam around her. She started to squat down her sex throbbing slightly the cold stinging her ass. Finally, relaxing she released her pee, She watched at the snow in front of her melted and turned yellow with her stream, the heat causing a misty steam. she moaned slightly. She vaguely remembers not having accidents at some point in her life and the slightly faded thoughts had started to try and re enter her mind. Her hand wandered to her lower region before she even finished and she touched herself slightly. Suddenly she could here snow, it was crunching and coming up behind her. Turning around slowly she nervously looked to find a boy around her age standing behind her. She sat there stunned and just looked at him her pee stream finally stopping to golden drops that melted the snow under here. She started to blush but she couldnt scream. The only thoughts she had were.. *how do i keep ending up in these situations..*

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    As the Queen of Arendelle Elsa must upkeep her duties including attending the meetings with the mayor. Normally she doesn't mind going but today she had an issue, she forgot to use the bathroom that morning.

     

    Elsa was trying hard to focus on the meeting but all of her attention was focused on not wetting herself in front of half the town. "Are you alright?" Anna whispered. Anna is always welcome to attend these meetings but generally could not be willed to get out of bed, this was not one of those days.
    "Yeah," Elsa said, "I just kind of have to pee really bad."
    "C-can you wait until the emd of the meeting?" "I don't know."
    Anna raised her hand. "Wait Anna!-" "Do you have a question?" The mayor said. "Sir, can we maybe take a 5 minute break?" "And why may I ask?" Anna was squirming in her seat. "I really need the bathroom." "You should have gone before the meeting started." "I'm sorry I was running short on time, please I don't know how long I can hold it." "I'm sorry the rules remain as is there is only 30 minutes left I'm sure you can wait that long."
    And that was that, the mayor had silenced her and continued on.

     

    "I'm sorry Elsa, the mayor just doesn't listen to reason." Anna said.
    "It's alright, thank you for not putting me on the spot." "Of course."
    Elsa suddendly stiffened and leaned over as a long spurt of urine leaked
    out. "Are you alright? "Anna panicked. "D-did it just leak out some?" Elsa nodded with tears threatening at the corner of her eyes. "Um Sir," Anna said, not raising her hand this time, too frantic to care. "What is it this time?" The mayor sounded livid. "Elsa is feeling very sick." Like I'm going to fall for-" He noticed the distressed look Elsa had and knew she was being serious. "Very well, I usually don't allow this but under the circumstances you are dismissed." Elsa nodded at the mayor and hurried out of the room.
    Her underwear was soaked and a wet spot was barely visible on her dress.

     

    She was pleading with herself not to lose it as she hurried to the bathroom. A slow but steady stream had begun to flow out of her and she rushed inside one of the stalls, she had begun to pull down her underwear when the floodgate opened. She sunk to the floor as a large puddle had formed underneath her. "Oh Elsa," Anna said quietly. She left quickly and Elsa cried even harder feeling she had been abandoned by her own sister.

     

    Anma soon returned with a dress. "Elsa?" Anna said. Elsa stopped crying and relief had flooded her. "I brought you your clothes." They always kept a spare change of clothes because you never know what could happen. Elsa slowly took the clothes and then hugged her. "T-thank you, I thought, I had been abandoned." Elsa whispered the last part, now feeling ashamed of herself, of course Anna would never do that. "Elsa nothing you do could ever make me abandon you. This is just a natural body function and that ass of a mayor should have allowed the break." Elsa smiled, "Yeah your right, I know who I'm not voting for next election. "You're the queen can't you just fire him?" "Anna!" You know I can't just do that, besides despite his being an ass sometimes, he's one of the better there's been." "Yeah thats true."

     

    Elsa had cleaned up and changed into new clothes just before the meeting ended and they hurried out of there as to not draw suspicion.
    When they got home Elsa took a bath. When she got out lunch had been prepared and she sat down to eat. "Anna," "Hmm?" "Thank you for today." Elsa said. "Of course, that's what sisters are for."

  12. In the last chapter, our aspiring heroes woke up for another day of training. Their task was to determine a leader for the group that would come to be after combining two groups together. Their challenger, a mysterious one, challenges them to a duel to determine the leader, while the girls are still holding it in from the morning...

     

    "Ummm... Airi, Katarina, are you two okay?" Albus asks. "Ugh, not really. Where are the bathrooms in this place?" Airi replies. "Perhaps we should suggest the building of more bathroom," Matthis suggests. "Ummm, yeah, to who? The king?" Airi says back. "Actually, that isn't a half bad idea," Albus replies. "Do you think he has time to listen to us?" Katarina asks. "You never know until you try," Matthis responds. "He has a point," Albus points out. The four of them decide to suggest their idea to the king after dinner and head off in search of a bathroom.
    On the other end, Lau finds a nearby tree and proceeds to take a nap.
    The four aspirants continue searching for a bathroom, and find none. "How about you just go behind a tree or something?" Albus suggests. "Yeah, because NO ONE is going to notice at all two girls peeing behind a tree. Or two trees," Airi gripes. "Yeah, I would rather not," Katarina adds on. "Well then. Suit yourselves," Albus responds. They continue wandering for around 8 minutes, before they decide to head back to where they decided to fight the mysterious squire. As time passes on, minute by minute, second by second, the pressure grows more and more, quicker and quicker. The two girls eventually are walking really slowly, slow enough to be late for the fight. In an attempt to hold her bladder longer, Airi squeezes her thighs together and jams her hands into her crotch to be too late, as she starts leaking into her panties, staining her dress, and eventually generating a waterfall of pee streaming down her legs and leaving a dark blue spot on her dark blue skirt. Realizing this, she immediately removes her hands and continues emptying herself, now with the splashing sound loud enough to make the boys turn around and watch. "Grrr... stupid lack of bathrooms around here! Why can't the build more?" "Ai, calm down, its just a small stain on your-" Albus gets cut off by Airi as her face start glowing bright red, "No its not! Do you see this?" She pinches the wet spot and lifts it up, but not high enough to reveal what lies underneath. As she hold it up, some pee drips down as her peeing comes to a stopping point, leaving a dark spot on the gravel/dirt road underneath. "Hey, looking at the bright side, at least no one else is witnessing this!" Matthis points out. "Haah, whatever. Lets just-" before Airi could finish, Katarina squeezes her thighs together, but makes no attempt to jam her hands into her crotch, and instead, just puts her hands behind her back as she starts peeing in her panties. Similarly like Airi, the pee runs down her leg and onto the road beneath, leaving dark spots wherever he pee flows to. "Yeah, I guess they do need some more bathrooms," Katarina says softly. "I know, right?" Airi responds. Katarina's face starts turning red as she looks down in order to avoid eye contact. "It pains me to see you two having to suffer like that and humiliating yourselves like that," Matthis puts out. "Agreed," Albus agrees. "Since when did YOU have sympathy for me?" Airi asks. The group laughs at that thought. "Gah, we're running late!" Albus exclaims. "Katarina, you done yet?" "A-almost," Katarina replies as her peeing dies down to a few drips and drops. As Katarina starts taking a few steps, the group turns toward their destination and keeps walking.
    "Hmmm... you four are a few minutes late. Not that it matters, because that means I get more sleep beforehand," the shady squire remarks. "Yeah, well we had some incidents along the way because of poor... building." Airi replies. "I suppose we could run this like yesterday's test. I have already marked off the boundaries... well, mostly- and I will start in this corner while you four start in the opposite side. Deal?" "Sure, why not?" Matthis says. The rest of the group nods and heads to the opposite corner.
    The shady squire starts counting down from five, but on two, he brings out a blizzard tome and casts it at the group. Albus, agile enough, grabs Airi and drags her out the way while Katarina and Matthis jump in opposite directions to the side to avoid the spell. As Katarina gets back up, she feels and arrow whoosh by her arm and looks up to see Lau drawing another arrow and pointing his bow at Albus. Airi, noticing this, points at Lau and tells Albus to get out of the way. Being swift enough, he dodges it and starts charging at Lau in a zig-zag pattern. Lau makes no attempt to do anything about it as he casts another blizzard spell at Katarina, and it hits, freezing her in place. With Katarina frozen, he ducks as Albus swipes at him with a dagger and draws another arrow and fires at Airi, who is casting a fire spell at the same time, which cancels out the arrow. Lau fires a few more arrows at her, and she counters the first one with a fire spell, but gets hit in the arm by the second. Injured, she stumbles back and draws out a thunder tome to cast a thunder spell at him. Albus then stabs a tree instead of Lau, but turns around to attack him back as Matthis goes to heal Airi. Lau, being a tad too slow, gets cut in the back, and stumbles sideways before casting another blizzard spell at Albus. But of course, it misses, and Airi counters it with a fire spell, which hits Lau. Lau, injured both physically and magically, exchanges his blizzard tome for an wind tome, and casts it at the group in general, blowing them back and hurting them.
    The spectator from the sidelines smiles. The other one nods in agreement.
    Once the wind is over, Albus again charges at Lau in a zig-zag pattern. Lau, tired, attempts to dodge, but fails, getting cut and stumbling down, with Katarina coming from behind and slamming the hilt of her blade at him, making him fall, but mysteriously enough, he smiles.
    "Well done, you four. Just as I expected. You won with your teamwork." Lau states. "Sweet," Albus says. "So, uh, yeah, who's the leader?" Airi asks. "Ummm, Matthis I guess?" Katarina suggests. Matthis offers his hand to Lau, which Lau grabs, and Matthis pulls him up and heals him. "Thanks," Lau says.
    "That was most certainly an interesting fight," King Al says as he walks up to the five.
    "Ah! King Al, your highness!" Albus stutters, and the four squires take a knee, which Lau does not. "(psst-hey, Lau! You're supposed to kneel to the king!)" Airi whispers to him.
    "Heh heh heh, no need. Whether or not you want to bow or take a knee or whatever is up to you." King Al says. "And please do rise." "We were watching your fight with great interest. And you two, especially, an odd choice of class, but if you two can train harder, then I have nothing more to say than that was a great fight," Sir Seth adds.
    "He's right. Your teamwork and method of choosing is quite interesting. While some other groups did the same thing, the fact that you all went group against group rather than half against half is quite interesting. I should expect to see more from you all, yes?" King Al comments. "Yes, King Al!" the four squires shout. "Yes, will do," Lau says after the squires. "Oh, and don't forget to attend his speech tonight, as well as tell one of our scribes who you have chosen as leader," Sir Seth adds on. "Will do, sir," Matthis replies.
    "Good. Now, let's take our leave," King Al says. They walk off back to the castle.
    "He seems quite friendly," Katarina mumbles. "True, true, he is quite nice," Albus says. "Oh yeah, I've been wanting to confirm: what is that stain on the front of your skirt, Airi?" Lau asks. "Ummm... nothing!" Airi responds in an annoyed voice as her cheeks grow the slightest shade of red. "I think I know what it is, and I won't ask anymore," Lau says. "Now, if you excuse me, I have some business to attend to," Lau says before turning around and walking off. "What an interesting fellow," Albus says after he steps out of earshot. "I-I feel tired," Katarina says. "Perhaps we should head off to our room first." "And then after that, we can go tell King Al our idea from earlier," Matthis says. "Wait, why did we not ask him earlier when he was with us?" Airi points out. "Huh. Oh well. I guess we can tell him when we find him," Albus says.
    The four start heading towards the castle, heading for their room after a tiring day.

  13. TAYLOR AND ME (pt. 8)
    Waterfall

     

    My head was spinning, between the desperate state i was in and the person i was with; Taylor Swift, omg... and she was kissing me and had her hand down between my legs, and i was just about ready to lose it in more ways than one. And that was exactly what she wanted.
    I didn't need to worry about feeing humiliation and shame, it was just a game we were playing together, two little girls together... i smiled at the thought, and the tension drained away from my body.
    Despite my initial reluctance, i realized that fate had brought me here, and that everything in my life before now had been leading up to this moment.
    I no longer had any desire to win the contest, or to leave her.
    As long as i could still be with Norah, i would be happy to be Taylor Swift's little wetting doll too.
    Taylor would pamper me, she would dress me up in the same clothes that she wore, make me drink copious amounts of water to fill me up, and then she would watch as i peed my knickers for her, emptying myself over and over again.
    Just like my relationship with Norah, it was inevitable, it was perfect and it was meant to be.
    The only thing different was that Taylor would be sharing my desperation, and would sometimes wet herself right alongside me.
    And so, i stood up, knowing full well what would happen.

     

    "I'm yours, T.," i said softly.

     

    "Oh, Erica..." she sighed as she leaned in towards me.

     

    As Taylor kissed me deeply and put her hand down between my legs again, i finally lost control... or rather, i relinquished it, just as i had to my sweet Norah a few years previously.
    I began to wet myself, the hot pee gushing out from my tortured wee hole as i felt the almost sexual release, and it went on for what seemed like forever, flowing past her fingers, soaking through my panties, through the crotch of my tight skinny jeans and running down my legs, collecting in my borrowed high heels before it overflowed them and pooled there on the floor between my feet.
    I don't think i'd ever been quite so full in my entire life; at least that's how it seemed, because i just kept on peeing and peeing and peeing some more.
    It felt amazing, i can't deny it, and the fact that Taylor was still kissing me and pressing her hand up against me as i continued to let out a strong stream of urine into my black nylon panties made it even better, relief and arousal mixed inextricably now as i continued to squirt hot pee into my panties, and then it happened: the inevitable melding of those twin sensations into one shattering orgasm, making me weak at the knees.

     

    "OHHHMMMMMMghhhh," was all i could manage as my legs buckled under me and she pushed hard against both sets of my lips; as above, so below.
    The pressure of her fingers against my hot urethra made the pee flow harder in the same way that partially stopping up a gushing garden hose created a more intense stream, and the feeling was pure ecstasy now.
    No drugs or alcohol for me; no, this was my high, losing myself in this total loss of control to another, feeling this, and needing this, and never wanting the feeling to end.

     

    Finally, the stream of hot urine flowing from my overburdened bladder began to ease up, and as it did Taylor eased the pressure on my lips accordingly.
    She was playing me like a musical instrument, and her unerring sense of just what i needed at every instant was sheer perfection. She broke our long held kiss, and a soft sigh escaped her lips in tandem with one from mine.

     

    "OMG, T., that was totes amazeballs," i said quietly, trying to recover a bit of composure after being shaken to the very core of my being.
    The only other girl that had ever been able to do this to me was Norah, but Taylor Swift was almost her equal, i had to admit.

     

    She looked at me with a quizzical smile now.
    "Totes amazeballs?" she giggled.

     

    "Yeah, as in absolutely amazing!" i exclaimed.

     

    "Why thank you, sweetie- " Taylor was about to say something else when i looked down at the floor and interrupted her.

     

    "OMG, I'm so sorry, the carpet's a mess! Is that going to be a problem for you with the hotel staff?"

     

    "Don't worry about it, honey; I actually bought this suite awhile ago just to have whenever I'm in town. This can be our special place now-"

     

    She'd hardly gotten those words out before i jumped up into her arms and hugged her so tightly then, and she let out a huge gasp.
    Backing down, i mumbled, "I'm sorry..." again.
    Taylor laughed, and said, "No, it's OK that you hugged me, it's just that... ummm..."

     

    OMG, in the afterglow of my orgasmic release i had forgotten that she was just about ready to lose it herself!
    She was squirming with her own desperate arousal now, and it was truly adorable to witness.
    No wonder Norah loved seeing me like that!

     

    "Well, what are you waiting for?" i said with a smile as i pulled her close.
    As i took the lead for the very first time in my life and kissed Ms. Swift, i could feel her shudder and then she began to wet herself uncontrollably. I pressed my hand up between her long legs to return the favour as her hot pee spurted out of her and streamed around my fingers and she closed her pretty blue eyes and moaned in ecstatic surrender.
    "Ohhhhh, Erica.... Erica..."

     

    My thoughts turned to my gf Norah for just a moment... if only she could be here to see this, what would she think and what would she do?
    I could only begin to imagine what it would be like with all three of us together.
    Soon enough, though, i wouldn't have to imagine it.
    I knew it was only a matter of time now.

     

    <The End.... or is it just the beginning?> :smile: :smile: :smile:

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    So, A mother Kangaroo named Karen woke up from a long night feeling really rested, in nothing but a pink bra and panties feeling the sudden need to pee. It was so urgent that she had to force herself out of her comfort zone on the bed to immediately held her crotch besides it. "Oh, jeese, I'm glad I woke up in time" she whispered to herself, blushing slightly. Hanging by the bed, she was still uncomfortably cold and still in her undergarments, and not liking to walk around half naked, she hops up and moved slowly over to her dresser, pulling out the drawer with her pants in it. It took her 5 seconds of fidgeting around before she felt it was urgent enough not to need pants.

     

    She peeked out her door, checking to see that her son was still sleep by the fact that his door was closed, and figured it was safe to go out in her pink undergarments without fear of embarrassment. She had to go so bat that she rushed into the bathroom and haphazardly threw the door in behind her. She goes over to the toilet with both paws still pressed up against her panties, she takes one off as she crosses her legs and tries to pull them down, her claw can't even get between them! “Oh no!” She says, now having to shove both paws back down again, now squirming and bouncing on each leg. Crossing her legs this time, she takes her right paw and tries to pull down her panties again, from the side, and from the back. Still ineffective, and she groans pitifully as her legs keep shaking. Now tucking her tail between her legs, she pulls on it with one hand and pushes it against her privates with the other. Once she thinks she's pressed them tight enough, she lets go, forcing her to squirm uncontrollably. In one last attempt, she tries with both hands to pull off her underwear at all costs.

     

    Sporadically, she lets loose a few droplets of urine, making her gasp as she forces all her weight down on herself, slowly but somehow fighting the urge as she descends completely onto the toilet. Now, back under control, she sits there still for about a 30 seconds, panting to herself, before she's even able to release one paw. With that paw, she tries to pull off her panties from the bottom, but whatever adhesive is on them is both covering her inner thighs, and seems to be weakening from the moister. Thinking fast now, she hops up off the toilet, moves over to the sink (hopping from one foot to the next), and manages to jump up to the sink, placing her but just over it. Of course, it still then takes all her effort not to simply let go there, and between her moving a paw off her crotch and turning on the sink, she starts to let loose a bit. As the water hits the side of her panties, she's slowly able to work her claw into it. Even as with her paw held as tightly as can be, the dark part in her undies still grows...

    She's now raising her but into the air as her undies roll off, and just as she looses it completely, she hears the satisfying sound of urine hitting metal. No longer caring about her clothing being wet, she forces it all out. Karen sinks into the sink, tail waving slowly through the air, tongue out, releasing a satisfied “Aaaaahhhh” Sound...

     

     

     

     

    ...And then her son peeks in...

  14. (A.N: Before the chapter starts I want to thank Justice for revising the chapter for me. I hope you enjoy the chapter and please leave suggestions below.)

     

    Chapter 1

     


    Naomi quickly approached the market. She ignored all the brightly polished knives, swords, and axes. She took a sharp right and went into the local blacksmith. Even though there were many shops for weapons and armor they were all imported. If Naomi learned anything over her eight years of preparing for this day, it was that locally made armor was best for beginners; it was cheaper and reliable.

     


    Naomi barged through the entrance, almost knocking over an employee. She hastefully blurted out an apology and ran to the front counter.

     


    “Hey Kiddo!” said Issac. He is the blacksmith of the shop, Naomi had known him her entire life. He even gave her lessons in enemies she would encounter in the dungeons. He had once been an adventurer and had also taught her basic swordplay.

     


    “I’m no longer a kid Issac!” replied Naomi. She was already looking around the shop for equipment that she would need. She ran a checklist in her head, “Weapon, armor, and…….oh what was the last one.” She racked her brain for a moment but decided that if she forgot about it that it wasn’t of much importance.

     


    Naomi, after an hour or so of looking, decided on a basic breastplate, and some armor for her legs and arms, but she couldn’t find a weapon that she felt would work with her style. She had probably walked around the shop a hundred times by the time she gave up and grabbed a small dagger. She swung it in the empty space in front of her and decided that it would work for now.

     


    She thanked Issac and paid for the gear. She then hurried off to the entrance to the dungeons, weighed down a bit by the unfamiliar weight the armor gave her... even though it was only light armor. She boarded an elevator crowded by other eager adventurers. She wondered how the elevators worked and remembered a class she had a few weeks ago. They learned that crystals harnessing magic were used for energy and that the energy from the crystals was taken through adapters. She looked around and saw a crystal contained in a glass box.

     


    By the time she stopped thinking about the crystal she had reached the entrance of the dungeon. Dungeons could be above or below ground, and this one just so happened to be below ground. She stepped off the elevator and was immediately caught in the flow of people moving towards the exit of the safe zone. She fought her way through the human current and started to sprint ahead to get to the monsters first.

     


    She came across many split paths, and without remembering which she took, chose at random. Eventually, after many twists and turns, she came to her first enemy. At first glance one could mistake it for a human, but Naomi knew she was the only human out this far. The creature quickly turned around and lunged at her. It swung its sword downwards to strike her, but Naomi quickly drew her dagger and countered the attack. Although her dagger had a short length, it was light and allowed her to have quick movements. She jumped back to asses the monster. It was reptilian like in a way. It had scales but still had the overall shape of an average human. She recognized the creature as a goblin and planned her next attack accordingly. She remembered the countless books she had read stating that goblins had a strong attack but their defence was weak. She also remembered that their weak point was at their torso.

     


    Naomi sprung forward and the goblin followed suit. Their blades clashed and Naomi withdrew her blade from the goblin’s sword as if she was withdrawing again. Quickly she flipped her grip on her weapon and stabbed forwards. The goblin had lowered its defenses expecting her to pull back, but by the time it realised what she was doing, it was too late. The knife had plunged into its torso.

     


    Naomi stepped back, leaving her knife still in the enemy. Blood began to spew from the wound covering her in a coat of blood. It suddenly burst into white smoke, leaving behind her knife and a small crystal. She slowly walked over and grabbed the knife first. Her hands quickly put the knife back into its scabbard. She then bent down and picked up the crystal, turning it over in her hands. Her mind went back to something she read in a book.

     


    “After killing a monster, it will drop a crystal. The amount and/or size will depend on the monster's strength/level.” the crystal in her hand was quite small, so she figured that goblin was low level, “These crystals can be traded in for xera at safe zones. The crystals are then used for energy.”
    Naomi put the crystal into a small pouch on her belt and continued into the dungeon.

     


    She walked for about 20 minutes before coming across her next monster, and it was a singular wolf. She remembered from her reading, that these enemies usually came in packs of 10 or more. She quietly crept over to where the wolf was. She drew her knife and stood over the wolf ready to strike, but instead of striking, she almost puked.

     


    From afar it looked as if the wolf was just standing still. But in reality it was hunched over its meal. It was eating a fallen explorer. He had a huge chunk of flesh torn away from his throat. “That must have been the wound that killed him,” Naomi thought to herself. As grotesque as the scene was, she couldn’t leave the body there like that.

     


    She composed herself and prepared to stab the wolf. It happened so fast she didn’t know what had taken place. The wolf had heard her and whipped around, knocking Naomi off balance. The wolf had then lunged at her, biting her left arm and puncturing the armor protecting her wrist. Intense pain seared through her, but she couldn't get distracted now. Naomi held her knife in her right hand, so she was able to stab the wolf in the neck, killing it instantly. The wolf disappeared into cloud of white smoke as monsters did when killed.

     


    Naomi immediately began to treat her wound. She reached for her pouch, and then reality hit her in the face. “So…. that’s what I forgot…” she said to herself,”healing crystals.” There were also two other crystal types, health and mana restoration crystals. Blood had already thoroughly soaked the lower end of her sleeve and began to consistently drip onto the stone floor of the cave. “I need to get back to the safe area.” Naomi said. She began to trace her steps back when she realised two problems. One was that she didn’t remember which paths she took, and two, she found the rest of the wolf’s pack, and they were angry about their friend she had killed.

     


    There were about ten in total, all blocking the path in which she entered. Two of the ones in the front lunged at her. She managed to kill the one on the right by running her knife through it as it passed her, but the one on the left managed to make a considerably large wound along her left calf. The pain from the two wounds combined made her too weak to stand. She fell to the floor, silent tears falling from her eyes. “This is...this is how I die.”

     


    Suddenly, Naomi felt a warm trickle begin at her crotch. “Oh great,” She thought to herself,”now I’m wetting myself in fear.” She looked up a bit and saw the blood and the urine begin to mix a bit on the ground. For some reason, she began to feel a little relaxed. Everything seemed to be dimming. The pack of wolves was closing in, and soon she would be like the adventure behind her. A meal for the wolves.

     


    Her eyelids suddenly felt very heavy, so she decided to close them. She began to weep to herself curled up into a ball in a puddle of her own blood and urine. Her last moments of consciousness were filled with some girl screaming out to her and the sounds of a blade cutting through flesh. But what did she care, she was as good as dead.

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    Perfect. That was the only word that Ludwig would use to describe this day. The beach had been warm, sunny, and not too crowded. He and Alfred had spent the day lounging on the warm sand, walking hand in hand down the boardwalk, and swimming in the beautiful pacific. It had taken Alfred a little while to warm up to the idea of going swimming. Though he would never admit it, all the comments he gets about being a typical American fatass really bothered him. Ludwig thought he was beautiful, and really struggled to get the other to see that he had nothing to worry about. He smiled a little as he thought about how happy his lover was when he had finally coaxed him out of his tee shirt and into the warm water.
    Now he sat in the passenger’s seat of Alfred’s car as they drove toward his boyfriend’s apartment. Alfred was singing to the radio and weaving through slower traffic. They were only about 20 minutes away the apartment, and were both eager to get there.
    Ludwig sighed contentedly at the thought of soon being to release his aching bladder and spend the rest of the night laying around with his boyfriend. He stretched out and closed his eyes. Soon he felt Alfred’s hand searching for his own, and caught it before it wander too far up his lap. They had left the beach in a bit of a hurry, there was a thunderstorm in the forecast for the evening. So, when the clouds rolled in and the raindrops started to fall, the two packed up and left with the crowds, hoping to beat the storm home. Alfred knew Ludwig didn’t care much for storms, some trauma that he didn’t like to talk about had left him with a touch of PTSD. Thunder happened to be a trigger and as mild as he claimed his discomfort with it to be, Alfred didn’t want to put him in a bad situation.
    All was going well, until traffic stopped. The two waited, and waited, and waited for what seemed like an eternity. Outside the rain fell harder, adding to Ludwig’s growing discomfort. After a while longer, Alfred grew bored and switched the radio station to see if he could find out what was going on. The two groaned in frustration as a monotonous reported declared that the road that they were currently on would be out of service for several hours due to a massive pile up.
    “Great, we’re stuck! Seriously, what are we gonna do in a car for hours?”
    As the more energetic man complained, a throb from Ludwig’s bladder reminded him that several hours is indeed going to be a problem. He must have shown his discomfort, for the usually oblivious man whom he loved squeezed his hand a little tighter. “Don’t worry babe, I won’t let the storm scare ya!” The other scoffed, but didn’t respond. A little concerned by the agitated response, Alfred leaned over to give the other a reassuring kiss. However, he was blocked from touching the other’s body. “You okay?” Concern filled the sea blue eyes as he waited for the other’s response. “Ja, of course I’m fine.” Despite his words Ludwig flushed bright red. Alfred shook his head, seeing he was on to something. “You can tell me babe.” Ludwig knew he would have to tell him eventually, his face grew redder as he fumbled for the right words. “I um, I n-need to use the restroom, quite b-badly actually. I'm okay for now though.” He dropped his gaze to his lap, completely humiliated by the childlike display of weakness. “How bad is it? Do you think you can make it home?” He did a quick scan of the car to find a bottle or something. “I’m fine liebe, don’t worry about it. Do you mind if I take a nap?” Alfred shook his head and watched as Ludwig peeled his shirt off of his incredibly toned body and stuck it behind his head as a pillow, then reclined the seat. Alfred killed the engine and settled back to watch his boyfriend sleep. He felt bad for him. As he observer the sleeping man he noticed a bulge between the man’s hip bones. “He must have to go pretty bad.” He thought to himself. As if to answer the thought, Ludwig’s hand snaked beneath the waistband of his swim trunks and grasped at his length. This was something the proud German would Never do whilst awake. Alfred reached into the back seat and produced a fluffy beach towel. Gently, he covered the man, and smiled at his own heroic effort. He didn't want to see the humiliated look on Lud’s face when he woke up in such a position.
    Soon Alfred was forced to turn the car back on and inch through traffic with the rest of the displaced drivers. After about an hour of this torturous pace traffic stopped once again. As the American huffed in irritation he saw a blinding streak of lightning assault the skyline. Of course, the resulting thunder was just as impressive. Ludwig flew upright at the deafening sound, panic flashing through the crystal- blue eyes. Alfred layed hand on the disoriented man’s arm, and after a few deep breaths Ludwig returned his seat to its proper position. Alfred shot him a reassuring smile. “You okay?” Ludwig nodded and looked around. “We’ve moved?” Alfred shrugged, “Yeah, we’re about 10 minutes from my place now.” He stated in a rather disinterested fashion.
    Another 40 minutes came and went and Ludwig was in pure agony. There was no position that would silence the throbbing of his poor, abused bladder. Traffic had just started at a snail’s pace once more. Ludwig secretly knew he wasn’t going to make it home if something didn’t happen soon. Alfred chatted idly, trying to keep his lover’s mind off the storm and, well his other problem. It obviously wasn’t working. He scanned the car for anything the German could release himself into. Just as he came to the conclusion that there was nothing of use in the small car, traffic stopped once more. Ludwig groaned, desperation finally overpowering his pride. Not 5 minutes from home and he was about to lose it, tired muscles shaking in an effort not to embarrass himself. Alfred gave him a sympathetic look, but then had what he considered was a great idea. He grabbed the towel from where it was abandoned at Ludwig’s feet, and folded it into a thick square. “Lutz, I know you’re not gonna like this, but pull down your shorts.” Ludwig looked at the towel, then back at his boyfriend and immediately turned scarlet at the thought of what the other was proposing. He shook his head vigorously. “C’mon babe, I don’t want you to be in p-” His sentence was cut short by a deafening clash of thunder. Ludwig jumped in surprise. A gasp escaped him and he clutched at his member, trying to stop the flow that began in his moment of distraction. “Move Lud!” This time the desperate man did not protest and immediately slid down the dampening fabric. Alfred wrapped the leaking member in the thick protection. Ludwig’s bladder immediately began releasing itself violently into the fabric. Had Alfred been a moment slower the interior of the car would have paid the price. Ludwig collapsed tiredly against the seat as hours of urine gushed from him. He let Alfred’s strong hands hold the towel to him as relief washed over him. He felt the warmth spread around his package as the endless stream soaked into the sort fabric. As embarrassed as he was he couldn’t help the groan of relief that escaped his throat as the final ounces left him. He wanted the disgusting cloth off of him, but couldn’t ask Alfred to move it. To his mortification he was rock hard, member pulsing in a different way from before. “Done babe?” He blushed hotly at the simple question, and nodded despite himself. Alfred removed now heavy towel and chucked it on the floor in the back seat. When he moved the cloth he was surprised to see the large organ beneath standing tall. “So, you feel better huh?” He commented playfully as he returned his eyes to the road once more. Traffic had begun to move again. Ludwig quickly covered his throbbing member and tried to will away the erection. No such luck.
    By the time they pulled into Alfred’s driveway he craved release. He hobbled awkwardly to the door with Alfred close on his heels. Before he could retreat very far inside Alfred had him pinned against the wall, kissing him nearly senseless. When Alfred came up for air Ludwig moved a hand between them to block the next oral assault, though his cock urged him to let it continue. “What’s wrong Lutz?”
    “That was the most humiliating, disgusting, and disgraceful incident in my existence. I’m absolutely mortified that you had to witness it, and now you must think I enjoyed it considering…” Alfred chuckled, poorly contained lust bubbling to the surface. “It was an accident babe, I’m not grossed out or upset. I just figured that letting go after so long must have felt awesome.” He smirked mischievously and glanced pointedly at the German’s erection. “I don’t have to take care of that if you don’t want me to though.” He ground his hips against the other’s teasingly, forcing Ludwig to bite back a moan of desire. “Ich liebe dich, Al.” Alfred smirked at the confession. “Love you too, babe.” Then he took the others hand and lead him up the stairs, secretly wondering if he would still be able to taste the urine on his boyfriend’s cock.

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    The deeper into the forrest Emily walked the darker it became. The thick bunches of leaves overhead blocked out mostly all light to the point she realized it wouldn’t have mattered if it was night or day. After ten minutes of walking, Emily broke down and searched through her Menu for something to light the way. The darkness was becoming too disorienting for someone who normally couldn’t find their way in broad daylight, let alone in this natural darkened maze. After selecting a flashlight from her pack Emily cautiously continued on the path covered with scattered dead leaves. It was beautiful, she thought, in a creepy kind of way. She would have really liked this sort of place if it wasn’t for the knowledge that there maybe hordes of wild Rattata teaming up and plotting to eat her corpse. She could just imagine all their bright, shiny eyes reflecting in the dark just watching her and waiting to make their move.

    She grabbed the red and white ball at her waist and let out her new and improved level seven Charmander. Maybe now those Rattata would think twice about messing with her, and if one was stupid enough to try… Emily smiled as she pictured one skewered on a stick as she slowly roasted it over her Charmander’s tail flame. Maybe Namine would enjoy some roasted mouse on a stick. Speaking of Namine she thought with a frown as she let her out of her ball. Once the Eevee got its barings, its fur stuck up and she hissed at Emily.

    “Don’t growl at me.” Emily said crossing her arms. “I already said I was sorry. Hey, don’t be like that!” She said as the Eevee stuck up her nose and turned her back on her trainer as they continued down the path.

    The trio walked along for some time while Emily studied her location on her PokeNav’s screen no longer worried about what lurked beyond the thick expansion of trees. Her Pokemon were there to keep her safe…at least one of them she thought looking down at her Eevee who happily chased after falling leaves. Emily smiled as she watched Namine hop along the path batting whatever she could find between her paws. Emily didn’t think she’d be too happy leaving behind the life a lap pet, but she seemed perfectly content out on the road. Emily watched her curiously for a moment as her little brown paws froze in position. Her nose high in the air sniffing as her long ears stood on end listening for what, Emily could only guess.

    “Namine!” Emily yelled as the Eevee took off running at full speed into the trees to her right. “Get back here!” She yelled taking off after her as much as her bad leg would allow.

    “Drop him, furball!” An angry female shout up ahead yelled as Namine came sprinting back towards Emily, its eyes lit with glee and a struggling purple shape hanging from her mouth.

    “No! Keep that away from me!” Emily shouted hobbling away in the opposite direction with Namine and the Rattata hanging from her mouth on hot pursuit.

    “Arcanine! Stop her! She’s stealing my Pokemon!” Emily heard from somewhere behind her. ARCANINE? A tremendous deep roar that shook the nearby surrounding trees sent Namine charging forward at full speed completley passing Emily as if to say “Every girl for themselves”. Emily winced as a branch sliced her arm, but she kept moving forward as fast as she could. She’d for once rather face the Rattata Namine was carrying than the monster that was currently pursueing her for some unknown reason. Emily suddenly felt herself get lifted in the air as her long black hair covered her face obscuring her vision.

    “Let me down!” Emily said struggling to free herself as she hung upsidedown. She lifted herself up as much as she could as she held her hair away from her face only to to be met with large fangs clamping down onto her leg.

    “Good boy, Arky.” An unknown female voice said as she approached the upside down prisinor. “Give me back my Pokemon.” She demanded.

    “I don’t have your Pokemon!” Emily shouted as all the blood began rushing to her face.

    “Your Eevee took off with my Rattata!” She answered as Emily twisted and turned in order to get a good look at her. “Stop moving! You want him to rip your leg off?”

    “All this for a Rattata? You’re crazy!” Emily said giving up the struggle as she let herself hang upside down.

    “That Rattata happens to belong to my sister! Now give it back!”

    “I don’t have it! Why would I steal your Rattata?”

    “If you didn’t steal it than why were you running?” The girl interrogated her.

    “Because…” Emily mumbled pulling herself up and undoing her pants as she began unstrapping some unseen velcro. “I-I hate mice.”

    “Why are you taking your pants off?” The girl shouted as Emily suddenly fell to the ground.

    “Ouch…” Emily mumbled as the unknown attacker let out a high pitched scream as she scurried backwards into a tree.

    “Oh my God! Oh my God!” The girl shouted wide eyed in a panic as she stared up at her Arcanine that held the thiefs pants along with what appeared to be the girl’s leg still clutched in his mouth.

    Emily let out a soft moan as she turned her head to see what all the commotion was about. She smiled mischeviously as she grabbed at the stump and screamed. “OH, MY LEG! MY LEG! HE BIT OFF MY LEG!”

    “I AM SO SORRY! I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE! I’LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT! What..?” The girl said a bit puzzled as the figure stopped rolling in pain only to appear to be…laughing? “The hell?” She said crawling closer as Emily sat up pantless, revealing her right thigh that ended a bit higher up from where her knee should have been.

    “I am going to need that back.” Emily said wiping her eyes as the panic in the strangers face died down.

    “Not until you give me my Pokemon back.” The brunette said in a huff.

    “You’re holding my prosthetic leg hostage for a Rattata?” Emily said sounding doubtful as something brown and furry made its way over to her and dropped the purple thing in her lap. “GET IT AWAY!” Emily screamed in a panic using her good leg and elbows to propell herself backwards. This time it was the strangers turn to start laughing as she bent down and picked up the little purple mouse.

    “You weren’t lying about being scared of mice. Serves you right.” She grumbled.

    “Can’t you take a joke?” Emily asked pulling out a pair of shorts from her pack. “You attacked me first.”

    “Only because you stole my Rattata!” The girl insisted stealing another glance where Emily’s leg should have been.

    “What’s so important about that rat?” Emily asked looking up at the large red furry beast that still held her pants and leg in its mouth.

    “It was my sisters.” The girl said after a moment of silence.

    “Was?” Emily asked.

    “I don’t want to talk about it.” The girl quickly said. “What happened to your leg?”

    “I don’t want to talk about it.” Emily repeated

    “Fine.”

    “Fine.”

    “Give her leg back, Arcky.” The girl said. “Arcky, no get back here!” She shouted as the giant red dog took off deeper into the forest. “Umm, stay here. I’ll get it!” She said as she took off running leaving Emily alone on the forest floor.

    “Where else am I going to go?” Emily mumbled as she pushed herself back against a tree while Namine got in her lap. “Now what? Should I call home?” She asked out loud. “What would I say? Help, I’m stuck in the Viridian Forest because Clifford The Big Red Dog took off with my leg?” She said sarcastically as she rested against the tree. After another half hour, Emily pulled out her sleeping bag and tucked herself and Namine in for the night. A sound in the clearning got her attention in the hope it was the mysterious girls’ return, but instead it was her Charmander. While it wasn’t her leg, she was still happy to see him. Emily grabbed as many fistfulls of dead leaves and twigs she could reach as Charmander lit them up with his tail. Soon the three huddled up in front of the fire as Emily imagined a certain someone’s Rattata roasting over it. If she didn’t come back by morning Emily would just have to make it to Pewter City on crutches.

    “I’m back! Where are you?” A voice shouted in the other wise quiet night air stirring Emily from her restless sleep.

    “Over here!” She shouted as a figure made it’s way towards her in darkness.

    “Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.” The girl said sitting down by the fire holding what appeared to be Emily’s prosthetic wrapped in her torn and muddy jeans.

    “Good news?” Emily asked hopefully. The girl held up what she was holding in her hands. “Bad news?” The girl grimmiced as she slowly unwrapped it revealing the many fang marks all up and down the plastic. Emily sighed as she took it. Not only was it covered in cosmetic damage but the velcro straps and metal rods she used to connect it to herself with were completley destroyed. She’d have no choice now but to return home.

    “I’m really sorry, he really wanted to bury it.” The girl said. “I can get you a new one made.” Emily laughed darkly at that. It was a nice thought, but there was no way she could afford a new one. Just the cheapest model, like the one she had, ran over 500,000 yen. “I’m serious, I work in a Pokemon Center. I’ve got connections.” Emily laughed again. Who did this girl think she was? So what if she worked in a Pokemon Center? “What’s your name?” She asked after a moment of silence as they sat together watching the fire.

    “I’m Emily, What’s yours?”

    “Anna.” She said shaking her hand. “So where are you from, Emily?”

    “Pallet Town.” Emily said with a depressed sigh.

    “Pallet Town?” Anna asked with a scrunched up face. “You mean out in the boonies Pallet Town?”

    “That’s the one.”

    “Well, if you want, we can fly together to Cerulean City and get your leg fixed.”

    “You think someone can fix this?” Emily asked doubtfully holding up the now chew toy.

    “Don’t worry about that, I’ll pay for a new one.” Anna said confidently. “Arky, he, uh, doesn’t always listen to me. Don’t have enough badges and all… or…well…any.”

    “Ah,” Emily said in understanding. “I was actually heading to Cerulean City anyway. You have a Pokemon who knows Fly?”

    “I have a Pidgeot with me.” Anna said pulling out a Pokeball. “We can’t ride it until we get out of the forest though.”

    “A giant bird, a giant dog. If you were a guy I’d swear you were overcompensating for something.” Emily said as Anna rolled her eyes.

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