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  1. Four Day Struggle ch 4: The Departing

    When everybody woke up, they were once again soaking wet. Today was Monday, and the snow had trapped them in. Bella got up out of her sleeping bag, filling the diaper with more urine, until it started to leak. She looked out the window, the road was covered with snow, as the plows had not yet came by. She woke Emilie and Ally up. Their diapers were also leaking, the whole front and back side, yellow. Guys Bella said, we need to pack up our stuff, my parents will get home in a few hours. Can we change first? Emilie asked. No, we’ll just wait, we’ll shower before you all leave Bella replied. Okay Emilie said. Ally, Emilie, and Bella rolled up their sleeping bags and tied them up. Ally peed more in her diaper, it was really starting to leak now, on to the floor. Bella, can I have another diaper, mine is really starting to leak she said. Here Bella said, handing her a diaper, this is our last one. Ally threw her old diaper in the garbage, getting a ton of urine on her hands in the progress. Everyone finished packing up their stuff and settled down. Hey guys, how about one last hold before we shower, and head out. Sure Bella said. I’d like that, I really would Ally said.

    The girls went to the fridge, grabbing the last bottles of water and drinking them down. Well Bella said, just the three of us girls have managed to go through three and a half cases of water in four days, only really three and a half if you think about it. I am really surprised we’re all not dead from over hydration Ally said. I can’t understand that either Emilie said. They decided they would finish cleaning up the house while holding it.

    Ally grabbed a mop and cleaned the floors they had wet themselves all over. Ally wiped away all the remaining odor of the urine so no one would ever know, she pushed the mop handle against her bladder while she was doing it, leaving her close to spurting, she loved it so much.

    By the time they were all done, all the girls were super desperate to pee. They all ran as fast as they could to the shower and hopped in, wetting themselves immediately. That felt so good Bella said. I know Emilie said. They showered and washed all the urine off of them, relieving them of the odor.

    The girls finally dried off and got dressed in to normal clothes. They were almost done, now, one more thing, getting rid of all the diapers.

    Guys, how are we going to get rid of these dirty diapers? Asked Ally. We can leave them out for the trash men Emilie said. No, no, that won’t work, the trash men are not coming by today Bella said. What will we do then? Emilie asked. We can throw them in a garbage bag and leave them somewhere Bella said. But where? Asked Ally. How about your shed? Emilie suggested, I mean, It’s not like anyone’s been in there in the last five thousand years or so, right? Yeah, that is right, my dad hasn’t gone in there once since long before I was born, its perfect Bella said.

    Bella gathered all the dirty diapers and stashed them in a huge black garbage bag. Bella went through all the snow and lugged the door open, throwing the bag in. Next Saturday, when her parents would not be home for a few hours and out shopping, she could get them off the premises. She ran back in to the house, as cold as hell.

    Well guys, I guess we’re done Bella sighed. This was really fun Emilie said. I kinda want to do this again Ally laughed. I know me too Ally, Bella said. The girls grabbed their bags and walked out the door. Bye guys! Bella yelled.

    Tuesday Morning: Bella sat in her bed, reading her emails, she received one from Ally and opened it. It read:

    Hey Bella, it’s Ally. After all that pooping and peeing in our diapers while we were sleeping, I developed some bad habits, LOL. When I woke up, I had peed the bed! The urine was all over the sheets and it smelled, my mom was right about to come in, but I ushered her out just in time, it was a close one! I was thinking of going out and buying some diapers and hiding them from my parents until I resolve this problem. I am still sitting in my wet panties, I actually wanted to. Have a good day, bye!

    Bella had got Ally to wet her own bed! Maybe Bella could come over and check it out. Whatever happened, all she knew was one, she was about to wet herself reading her emails, and two, this had been a Very Productive four days. It was, what she called, the Four Day Struggle!

    PS: I hope you all enjoyed the finale to the four chapter series, sorry there wasn’t very much action this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed the bedwetting part at the end. Who knows, I might make more to this in the future, but this is the end of the main story line. Please feel free to comment, and keep watch for new content!

    Sincerely,

    MagicMike123

  2. It was a saturday. Karkat was going to meet up with his Dancestor Kankri, however he was late so he had to hurry up, he had no time for using the load gaper right now while Kankri was waiting. he ran off from his hive being in a hurry. "Oh god Kankri Is gonna kill me!" he muttered to himself.

     

    Kankri was waiting tapping his foot impatiently as he crossed his arms "So slow this is getting boring waiting for him" he muttered to himself sighing as he looked around in hope to see the other troll with red blood.

     

    Karkat ran and tripped falling infront of kankri blushing of embrassment "I-Im Sorry! Kankri" he said from the ground while looking up at kankri

     

    Kankri laughed at him "its fine watch the time next time we meet up" he said to the smaller troll and helped him up "You really are clumsy aren't you KK?"

     

    Karkat snorted looking at him "Maybe,..." he said before starting to walk then he felt a little need for the load gaper but ignored it to go later

     

    Kankri chuckled following the younger troll as he wondered what to do today.
    Karkat grabbed kankri and dragged him somewhere near his own Hive "Lets play video games I wanna beat Sollux but I need help to do it".
    Kankris eyes widen "Really not even I can beat that bastard maybe mituna can?". kankri said looking at the ceiling

     

    Karkat sighed then felt his need again ignoring it again sitting down to play against Sollux beside Kankri

     

    Kankri tried help but Solllux cheated again causing karkat to rage,

     

    A few hours later Karkat was squirming in his seat causing kankri to laugh "go use the load gaper before it goes wrong"

     

    Karkat refused as he lost against sollux again then rose he now had to go really desperate so he clenched himself walking towards his load gaper but too late half of distance his bladder gives in causing him to cry of shame.

     

    Kankri went over to him "hey it was just an accident its fine..."

  3. Having only arrived home moments ago and finally making it into her room Brooke. Went towards her closet in search of some new clothes to wear as she started her search. She still couldn't help but think about everything that had happened to her today at school. Thinking about the three accidents she had had along with wondering whether or not. Telling Milly about her past was really a wise choice. She couldn't help be also thinking about everything that Milly had told her she felt sad about what had happened. But wasn't sure if there as something more about Milly maybe she was hiding something from her?

    After several minutes of searching Brooke finally picked out a new set of clothes for herself. She had chosen a white blouse, a simple white vest to go underneath it, a short blue, green skirt and a pair of blue knickers. Gathering the clothes Brooke walked over towards her bathroom and walked inside she thought of taking a quick shower to fully clean herself off. She started to take off the borrowed clothes she had worn home from school. As she had finished taking off the lime green panties. She couldn't help but look at them noticing the small yellow strain around the crotch area. This made her think back to her earlier accidents today once again. Along with memories of what had happened to her in America seemed to resurface. Brooke's bladder started to fill up at this point and she dropped the panties on the ground and dashed to the toilet. Where she went about her business once finished she flushed the toilet and turned on her shower, then once the water was warm enough stepped inside.

    As Brooke was busy in the shower Keira had moments later returned home, From a rather stressful meeting with her editor about her new upcoming novel. Which was due to be released in a few months time it was this time that she saw Brooke's book bag laying in the hallway downstairs. She began to think about what sort of day Brooke had today was it a good day, a bad day, did she make any new friends, etc. wanting to check up on her daughter, Keira first went to her bedroom and dropped off her belongings then made her way towards her study which was located. Next to her husbands, they were only a room apart placing a couple of folders down upon her desk. Keira had finally finished up with everything this took around twenty minutes, By then Brooke had finished with her shower and had dried off completely she dressed in her new clothes and put the borrowed ones. Into her clothes hamper she'd need to wash these along with keeping them hidden from her parents Brooke would worry about her once they, Found out about the accidents she had at school today.

    Keira made her way up the stairs with Brooke's bag in hand, she reached Brooke's bedroom door. After a moment she lightly knocked on the door with her left hand.

    "Sweetie may I come in?" Keira asked.

    Brooke hearing her mother's voice was silent for a moment she had finished hiding the clothes. Part of her didn't want to face her mother right now and wanted to be alone. As a means of escaping from the world and anyone else around her. But she ended up giving in and spoke in a small quiet voice.

    "I guess so" Brooke responded.

    Keira opened the door to find Brooke was sitting on the edge of her bed she could see that. Brooke's hair was still a little damp from her shower and by the way Brooke was sitting her knees were pulled up to her chest. Her blue knickers could be seen they hugged her lower region quite nicely if one looked hard enough. Placing Brooke's book bag upon the floor Keira walked inside having seen Brooke sat like this many times in the past it became clear to her. That something bad had happened to her tonight. Not wanting to jump right in and ask what's the matter Keira went on first to ask about how her day was.

    "How was your day today sweetie?" Keira asked.

    Brooke didn't say anything for several moments but finally spoke.

    "It was okay, I guess" Brooke answered she was just staring out into space.

    Keira placed an arm around her daughter and pulled her close into a hug. She thought about pushing the matter and asking Brooke what was wrong. But wanted to give her daughter the time needed to come out with it on her own.

    "Did you make any new friends today?" Keira went on to ask.

    She was worried about her daughter it had been three months since. They had moved to Rose Creek from America and Brooke still had not made any new friends. Keira knew that this would take time and a lot of effort on Brooke part. But she couldn't help but feel sad that Brooke remained shut off from the world always staying in her room. Often times at night she would hear Brooke crying softly and mumbling about how much she missed her late best friend Amy. Who had recently passed away due to a car accident.

    "I.. I did her name is Milly" Brooke says.

    That was really all Brooke wanted to say about Milly, she couldn't bring herself to mention. To her mother about everything that had gone on with Milly. Not yet anyway Brooke seemed to melt into her mother's embrace. While she thought about Milly, she couldn't help but think about the accidents she had once again. This started to make Brooke cry and she started sobbing in her mother's arms.

    Keira noticed Brooke's sudden crying.

    "Brooke what's the matter is something wrong?" Keira asked gently.

    "M.. Mom it happened again" Brooke sobbed.

    On hearing those words Keira started to worry about Brooke in the past when Brooke was having her many accidents in America. She would often say these same words to her which meant that she had a accident.

    "There, there sweetie its okay, we will get through this together, I'll help you anyway I can" Keira told her.

    Brooke who was still lightly crying started to think about her late friend. As the memories of their happy times together filled her mind. Brooke's bladder started to fill up, she started to lightly squirm around on her bed meaning she was in need of using the bathroom once again.

    "Brooke maybe you should use the restroom?" Keira mentioned.

    Brooke knows her mother was right, but not wanted to leave her arms ended up getting up. Then going into her bathroom to take care of her own needs. As Keira sat alone on her daughter's bed, she worried about her daughter's mental state she had seen the bad effects this sort of thing. Had on her daughter and wondered if all the bad stuff that had come along with it was going to make a return at any point soon?

  4. 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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    This is my first time writing a story here so any feedback is welcome this chapter is a trial if you all like it then I will continue (future chapters will be added in the comments for ease of reading)

    My name is lucy i am aged 18 height 5.8 weight 75kg today i am wearing a black t-shirt and tight blue waist hugging jeans i always got detention at school and my teacher a 35 ish chinese woman she was wearing a pair of pink sweatpants that were tight enough to show her womanly curves and a black jacket, she didnt like me because i made fun of her accent i was given 6 hours of after school detention

    the story begins in the classroom

    The bell just rang to signal the end of school for the day and I was looking forward to it because my iPhone was almost dead 30% left and I had to pee very bad I had recruited a friend to distract the teacher while I made my escape but because of this teacher not allowing toilet breaks during class my friend had to abandon me to avoid wetting herself (selfish bi*ch I thought to myself)

    I made a bee Line for the door but the teacher grabbed my arm before I could escape and said where do you think you are going Lucy?

    I told her that I needed the toilet bad because she didnt let me pee during the lesson but she replied

    I don't care how much you have to pee missy you will do your detention first, she had a wicked grin as she said that,

    reluctantly I sat down and she handed me a book of complicated school work about 30 min into my detention I raised my hand

    what Lucy she said,

    I asked again If I could use the toilet and

    she said now that everyone is gone I can do whatever I want as long as I don't physically hurt you so I don't care if you pee your pants where you sit I can't use the toilet while I'm here so neither can you now get to work

    I was working for about 10 min when she brought me a 1 litre bottle of cold water she ordered me to drink it within 10 min so I did what she said about 20 min after that my bladder was really hurting and I had to cross my legs to stop myself from peeing my pants I knew asking to pee was pointless because she knew me well so she never let me leave the class not even to use the toilet because she knew i would just go home so instead because she was sick of me not working because i had to pee so much, she took her adult diaper off (very wet mind you) and ordered me to put it on once i did and got my jeans back up she then forcefully pushed me into my chair (i felt her wet diaper squish between my legs as i sat down) then she tied me to the chair with duct tape and told me that i can do my work in silence with my legs partly open she then tied my knees apart slightly and she pressed hard on my bladder I immediately started peeing in my seat shocked and turned on at the same time I lifted my bum off the seat slightly and when my teacher saw this she came over and ordered me to sit properly I obeyed her order and sat down properly and i continued my work, about 2 hours later I noticed she was shifting in her seat and her hand was in her crotch I asked if she needed to pee she replied yes I asked if she had any diapers left and she says she did but they were in her locker in the teachers lounge and she told me that her boss said she cannot leave the classroom until she was finished for the day.

    30 min later she said she was going to the teachers lounge to go to the toilet and find another diaper and the wanted me to come with her to keep an eye on me

    I agree on one condition I said

    What condition she replied

    I will go with you if you put your new diaper on but you do not pee In the toilet first

    She frustratingly agreed and we walked to the teachers lounge when she got to her locker she was happy to find 1 remaining diaper she quickly put it on while I watched as she pulled her pants back up I noticed that I had the familiar feeling of needing to pee and I still had 3 hours of detention left, my teacher noticed this and smirked as we went back to the classroom she decided not to tie me to the chair again if I agree to pee in my diaper again I agreed on the condition that she let me tighten the string on her pants she said that was fine so I tied the string so tight that she was squirming in her chair as I was tying it and I requested that she relax her bladder I opened her legs slightly and heard her start to pee in her diaper she told me to go back to my seat so i did and I worked until 1 hour before detention was due to finish.

    AUTHORS NOTE I will end it here for now until i get some feedback

    if there are any questions, comments or constructive criticism feel free to tell me

    Like I said before this is the first time writing a story after

    Reading many of the creations people wrote up here I decided to write one myself this is my work if you want to repost it you can but only if you also include a link to this page.

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    DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO POKEMON OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS. Anyways, on to the story. The story is going to follow an eevee breeder and the wettings/messings of his eevee evolutions. Now finally the story can begin.

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    Warning: 1) Young girl. 2) Mentions wetting/urination, desperation.

    It was suppose to be a normal school trip to the Middle East, a region filled of wonder and beauty as well as conflict. Our flight was slight delayed but soon enough we were all headed home. As it was an early morning flight, most of us were sound asleep. That is, until there was a commotion, which grew in volume. An eerie, accent voice came on the intercom announcing that they plane was hijacked!! I literally shot up in my seat as I saw masked men with submachine guns and pistols walking down the aisles instead of the flight attendants. We were all ordered to turn in all electronic devices and I regretably handed over my iphone which contained pictures of the sights we had visited. The plane turned sharply to the left and began to descend. Within minutes, land could be seen out of the window until the accented voice told all of us to close the shutters.

    The plane did a hard landing but thankfully I remembered to put on my seatbelt before landing. Then came the errie accented voice. "You all will be allowed to disembark. All of you, except one person. We will take one hostage for a collateral. " Immediately everyone started to mummur, wondering who it will be . "Silence!" The voice continued. "Everyone quiet, stay in your seats and look straight ahead." I did so, trembling. Who would be picked? I surmised so sort of young and good looking person. But a boy or a gir...

    "You," I heard the same voice from the speakers and turned to see a masked man. "You, stand up!"

    "Noo...." I cried not believing I was chosen.

    "Mister, look she's only a kid, pick someone...OW!!!" I turned to see my teacher Mrs. Seagger interjected only to receive a large blow on her head. "SHUT UP!! Girl, get up NOW!" With my feet trembling I did so and was yanked immediately my a second masked man.

    "NO! Don't take...OW! OW!!" My teacher was again struck on the head but before I could turn around, I was pushed towards the front of the aircraft. The accented voice was on the speakers again: "All passengers will now disembark. Slowly and no heroics. We will watching you." As I heard the movement of the passengers, I was turned around to face the masked men again.

    "What's your name girl?" The senior one asked.

    "Catherine.." I mumbled more because of my fear of their looks and their weapons.

    "Well Catherine," he continued, now with a softer tone, "don't be scared. We won't hurt you, unless you try to resist. We will fly on to another airport where after a short while you will be released. OK?" I slowly nodded but didn't expect the next part. "Tape her up, and watch things from here," he ordered his companion.

    WHAT?! My hands were yanked behind my back and I felt the feeling of thick duct tape surrounding them. "Ha...mmmmppph!" something cloth-like was jammed into my mouth and then I felt another sticky duct tape plastered over my lips. Before I could move any further, he knelt down and wrapped tape around my nylon-covered knees and ankles. Her further wrapped tape above and below my small breasts. With tape literally all over me, he lifted me up and carried me to front cabin. He buckled me in and said, "now stay here." I certainly couldn't move anyway; the tape was really tight!

    A few minutes later, I felt the plane moved--we were flying off again! It made me even more apprehensive since they didnt say where we were heading. What if the hijackers/kidnappers didn't keep their promise and left me in some deserted place? What if they threw me in some hell hole or fed me to some animals or evil people? Or worse what if they killed me?

    As I thought about my fate, I then felt a signal from my bladder. Yeah, I drank alot of water, juice and soft drinks during the flight and the meals provided. As the plane continued move, I felt a stronger signal from my bladder and began to struggle against my bonds. Suddenly, the plane banked and started to descend. Well, that was fast I thought. And thankfully too. Hopefully they would release me and I would run straight for the toilet.

    The land was even rougher than before. As the plane finally halted, my bladder pressure was unbearable. "MMMMpppp..." I groaned through my gag. One of the masked men appeared and asked, "WHAT?"

    "Mmmm....." I cried again and finally he peeled or rather yanked off the tape and took out the cloth. "Please, mister, can you let me use the toilet?"

    "No, no way girlie. You want a quick escape," he replied and attempted to replace the cloth. "Please, mis....mmmppph!!!!" He jammed the cloth back and taped it up. "Mmmmmppph..." I wailed but he disappeared.

    Shit they wont even release me for a pee. I squeezed my legs tight together, knowing that wasn't going to help but still did so. Please, please, please release me. Five minutes later, I felt that my bladder was really going to burst. "MMMMMMPHHHH!!!" I cried and the man reappeared.

    "I said no." He snapped but I continued to wail and give him a pleading look. Finally, he reached down and cut away the tape around my knees and ankles. My hands were shortly freed. "Mmmp?" I said, pointing at my gag. "You don't need your mouth to pee. Two minutes max."

    I scooted off but just as I got past the end of the cabin, my bladder gave way. Warm pee soaked my knickers and trickled down my tights. Oh SHIT SHIT SHIT! I thought silently as I pushed open the door to the cubicle. I had just managed to unclip my skirt and lower my undies as another lot of pee shot out. Oh man, I thought, I'm so embarrassed. Then again, it was that hijacker's fault for not releasing me the first time. I cleaned up as best as I could but the stained undies and tights felt just terrible against my crotch.

    "Good, you are back," he said seeing me. "Accident?" I was still too embarrassed and in any case was gagged so I couln't reply. Suddenly,"BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!" The air suddenly turned smoky and I gave a muffled yelp as I smelled pungent fumes. My body collapsed to the ground more from the odour rather than the ear-shattering explosions. Just over a minute later, I heard cries of "She here! Hostage safe!" The smoky air suddenly dissipated and my vision cleared to see many masked men with MP-5 submachine guns.

    One knelt down and gently removed the tape across my lips and eased out the soggy cloth.

    "Are you ok Miss? Everything fine no..oh dear, looked like you had an accident," the HRT man said, causing me to turn bright red all over.

    THE END.

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    1. A walk in the park

    "Wait for me, I just need a pee," said Rhonda to her new boyfriend, Albert, as they rose from their seats in a snack bar. He had been very kind and bought her lots of drink, so now her pussy was full of pee! He was stunned for a second when he heard the word "pee", but then he smiled to himself — he liked that word. He put his arm around her, pulled her close and whispered, "So, you're going to pee?" She nodded, put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him; she wondered why he asked. "Then I know the right place," he said and glanced out of a window. He fastened his hold on her and led her out of the snack bar. Somewhat reluctantly, she followed, but thought that since she was new in the area and did not know the localities well yet, perhaps he knew of a better place than the toilet in the snack bar.

    She had seemed quite ordinary at the first meeting, he thought, though her bangs with small outward bends at the sides had made ​​her a little sophisticated. She was a bit of a shy, sensitive, and cautious type of person. Nevertheless, he felt that raw, feminine passion was boiling under her protective shell.

    Rhonda had not been so desperate to pee since she as a little girl had been with her mom on endless shopping trips. She made small steps while concentrating on her pussy so as to keep it from peeing. Now Albert walked in front of her and held her hand, so, luckily, he could not see her awkward walk.

    "Oh!" she whispered as they crossed the road outside the snack bar. She was afraid that her pussy had made ​​a small squirt of pee in her panties.

    They walked down the sloping park that lay on the other side of the road in front of the snack bar.

    It was a nice summer evening, and the moon shone down on them.

    They arrived at a large bush. Albert intended to bring Rhonda with him into the bush.

    The bush grew in such a way that the branches lay first horizontally directed from the centre of the bush then bent upward after a yard or two. The branches were fairly thick with dense foliage. The bush was a perfect hiding place.

    Albert had to use force in order to bend the branches aside such that he could get through. Rhonda followed. They got themselves into the bush, passed the midpoint of it, continued to the area where the branches bent upwards, and sat down there.

    He put his arm around her shoulders.

    Rhonda looked at him. When I moved here, I decided to finally start with some boy or other, she thought to herself, and this occasion is as good as any although I am not quite sure about this Albert character yet.

    Impatiently, she said, "Okay, so where can I pee? Now I really have to do it!"

    Oh, it is going to start happening! he thought with pleasure; the waiting time is over. He squeezed her lightly against him, laughed a bit, and said, "So we'll find a good place for you."

    She pressed a hand on her trousers right in front of her pussy. Ouch, now he sees that I am desperate, she thought, but there is nothing I can do about that now.

    He looked down at her pussy.

    He's got a nerve! she thought and put a tight eye on him, but then she had to smile to herself because it was not so hard to understand. But why did he look so expectant?

    He kissed her cheek. "Just pee here inside the bush; that's okay. Nobody's gonna see it."

    Naah, nobody would — except he, of course, she thought sourly — but maybe he should be allowed for he is a friend, or is about to be one, or what? "Wouldn't it be better to hide behind a bush? ..." she said uncertainly and looked around. She pressed both hands against her pussy now. "Who is interested in the best?" he said, "The easiest thing to do is to do it here, right?"

    He pointed to a place right next to her. "You simply sit down on the tuft of grass there and pump your pee into it. Just squeeze your thighs together, then I can't see anything if that's what you're thinking of." His lips curved into a small smile as he thought about what this would mean for the pee sound and the pee stream. That is correct, then he would not be able to see my pussy, Rhonda thought. He added, "Besides, your pee is a first grade fertiliser, so it would be much friendlier to the environment to pee here than in a bathroom." That is a good point! Rhonda thought. He continued, "Just sit down on the tuft a short distance behind it. That way, your pussy will be free of the tuft such that it can easily pump pee into the grass." Rhonda tilted her head and smiled at him. How practical he is! she thought.

    She got up. "Okay, but don't tell anyone," she said.

    He held her hand in order to help her keep the balance. "Don't be embarrassed because of me, my other girlfriends don't either," he said.

    Is that so! She cast a quick glance at him. But it was too late to object now. She sat down on the tuft of grass.

    She eased down her pants to the top of her thighs. She took care to press the pants tightly against her stomach so as to keep her pussy and pussy hairs out of view. Her white buttocks and thighs lit up in the shade in the bush.

    She looked at him. He gazed at the side of her butt. He smiled and seemed to enjoy himself. He is probably eager for a peep, the pussy-hungry peeping Tom! she thought.

    "I like girls who are a bit shy," he said. She smiled gratefully at him.

    He leaned forward and looked up between her legs, but could only see grass — unless she had dyed her pussy hair green.

    "Oh, no, you don't!" she said and pushed him back. Quickly, he straightened up.

    She put me in my place there, he thought, but it is understandable that a girl does not like to show her pussy to a boyfriend before she is properly acquainted with him. It is probably not easy for her to sit down to pee next to him either, he thought further, she has probably not done anything like that before. He decided that the sight of her broad, round butt, her nicely rounded thighs and the upper edge of her white cotton knickers, which he spotted over the waistband of her trousers, would have to do.

    She thought about what happened when they crossed the road outside the snack bar. She looked down at her panties. Oh, there was a small wet spot in them! She grabbed the crotch of them, lifted it up to her nose, and sniffed it. She looked over at him, smiled and said, "It seems I had a little accident." "Oh!" he said compassionately, and then, "Let me also smell."

    He leaned towards her. She lifted the crotch of her panties towards him. He smelled it, straightened up, and said approvingly, "A very nice and healthy girly pee smell!" Rhonda giggled.

    "Sssss." This familiar sound announced that Rhonda had started peeing. Her holding her thighs firmly together caused her ​​pussy lips to be pressed together in front of her pee hole. A high, whistling sound of peeing was the result.

    Rhonda blushed when she heard the sound. She cast a quick glance at Albert. He sat with his eyes wide open and listened attentively. She giggled nervously.

    I have to say something to help her feel comfortable, he thought. "Listen to that great pee sound!" he said, putting his hand behind his ear, "And notice how high it is!" Rhonda had to laugh, and Albert laughed too.

    Rhonda had never experienced a boy listening to her peeing. She did not know that boys liked it so much. It could perhaps prove useful. ...

    He bowed his head slightly, looked under her, and said, "And what a great pee stream! Not many girls have such a strong and broad stream." Oh, now he has seen everything, she thought.

    Then they heard a rustling sound in the grass outside the bush.

    2. An intruder

    A girl came into view in front of the bush. She obviously intended to pee because she had already lifted her skirt. Cautiously, she moved around the bush while looking about herself. The moonlight lit up her white knickers.

    She stopped, turned and placed her butt towards the bush. The wide, heart-shaped butt of hers pointed straight at the two in the bush. She moved her hands to the legs of her panties in order to pull the panties down.

    Rhonda glanced curiously at Albert. He had stopped talking when the scene outside the bush began. With a fascinated, slightly distorted facial expression, he stared at the delicious, panties-clad girly butt.

    Then Albert realised who she was. "It's Gypsy," he said. "Who cares?" asked Rhonda; she wanted Albert to herself. He ignored her and shouted, "Hey, Gypsy! It's me, Albert!"

    Gypsy turned her head and tried to spot him. She rose and turned towards the bush in order to improve her view. She moved her head from side to side and peered between the branches of the bush. She probably can't see us here in the dark, Albert thought. Now she moved around the bush while looking for an opening between the branches.

    Albert and his friends called her Gypsy despite the fact that she was not a gypsy and did not look like one. Her haircut was boyish. Her hair was short, but long at the front and in the neck. Her fringe was swept aside from her face. The hair was dyed black on one side of the head and red on the other side. She wore a t-shirt and a rough pleated mini skirt in dark and light brown colours. Long nails pointed out along the sides of her skirt.

    "Agh! She's coming here," Rhonda said halfway to herself. She still sat pumping pee into the tuft of grass. Albert looked at her. "Don't take offence, Rhonda. Gypsy's okay. Everyone likes her and probably you too, just wait and see." Rhonda stopped peeing and pulled her pants up again.

    "She has dyed her pussy hair black and red too," Albert whispered to Rhonda. She looked at him, "So you know her that well?" He ignored her question and continued, "— but down there it is the other side that is coloured red." Rhonda giggled.

    Gypsy made her way between the branches. When she had gotten into the bush, she paused, brushed off leaves and bits of branches, and said, "Hey, Al." Then she discovered Rhonda. "So this is where you hide with girls?" she said, put her hands on her hips, had a look around and added, "I'm impressed!"

    Well, actually, it was his hiding place, he thought, but he would not make it so easy for her by revealing that right away. Instead, he said cheerfully, "Hello, Gypsy. We sit here and look at the moon."

    "But you see it better from outside the bush," Gypsy said.

    She ought to understand that I and Rhonda are having a nice and intimate time together here in the bush, he thought. "Oh, well, who cares?" he said grumpily, "We are not astronomers, you know."

    She started moving towards him.

    Albert was a little disturbed by the direct way Gypsy headed for him; she was like a wasp that shoots out of its nest and aims at a disturber of peace. "Why must you always be so logical?" he said and continued, "Surely, life has more to offer than logic!" Gypsy giggled, from which he assumed that she agreed.

    As she walked towards him, she put her hands up under her skirt and pulled her knickers down.

    It is fair enough that she wants to pee in here with us, he thought, but must she do it close to Rhonda and me? However, he did not mind too much, and now he felt that his cheeks were getting hot.

    When she reached him, her panties hung down on her thighs. Now she lifted her skirt. The red and black pussy bush came into the view of both Albert and Rhonda.

    She could show a little more decency, he thought. Although he himself found that Gypsy's delicious, hairy pussy was like a revelation, what does Rhonda feel about being presented to it on the fly?

    "This is Gypsy," he told Rhonda. "And this is Rhonda," he told Gypsy and added, "— a new acquaintance." "I see. So, you're Albert's new girlfriend," said Gypsy and shook hands with Rhonda.

    Now Gypsy pulled her panties down to her knees and dumped down in Albert's lap. Her panties were stretched out under his chin.

    Rhonda sat quietly and watched them. It seems that they have done this before, she thought.

    "Excuse me, I just have to do it. You understand?" said Gypsy in the familiar "among us girls" tone to Rhonda. "That's OK," said Rhonda vaguely. "I guess the girly body needs to sprinkle a bit," said Albert, laughing to Rhonda in an attempt to explain the situation to her. "And it uses its most intimate part to do it," he added.

    At that moment, a pee stream shot out of Gypsy's pussy and hit him under his chin. Gypsy had placed a hand on her pussy and pulled her pussy upwards such that the pee hole pointed towards his face. "I was just assisting with some practical information in support of Albert's girl theory," said Gypsy to Rhonda. Rhonda giggled.

    How delicious, Albert thought; he recognised the smell of Gypsy's piss.

    "Gypsy plays guitar and sings in a rock band," he told Rhonda, and in order to defend himself and Rhonda against Gypsy's rather fresh behaviour, he added with an ironic smile, "But she's not so good at sing..."

    His speaking was interrupted by Gypsy plastering her panties all over his face. Rhonda laughed.

    How humiliating — or maybe not? Albert had to smile. He could safely do so because the big panties butt covered the lower part of his face so that the girls could not see him smile.

    The white cotton knickers had double crotch. He was the one who had said she should use such large underpants instead of the tiny thong panties issued with metal buttons she used the first time he saw her in her panties. "The proud, holy girly pussy needs proper clothing to stay dry and comfortable," he had told her. What he had been thinking of, however, was that such briefs would soak up the juices of her sweaty pussy and retain them. That way, all her pussy smells would be available to him if she were to hang her knickers over his head.

    He smelled the panties. Just the smell of soap. He pulled them down and bowed his head backwards. Oh, there it was! He took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the delicious scents of Gypsy's girly piss pussy. Why had he forgotten about this girl and started his excursion among other peeing girls?

    "It was not nice of me to gag him, but the truth is that Al does not know much about what it's like to perform on stage," said Gypsy to Rhonda. "Blmf" was the sound that came out from under Gypsy's panties. "Shall we give the boy the right to speak?" Gypsy said to Rhonda. "Yes, I think so," said Rhonda. She preferred to look at Albert's face than Gypsy's panties, which now had fresh pee stains in many places.

    Albert was pleased that Gypsy talked so much to Rhonda so that Rhonda became included in the situation.

    Gypsy pulled her panties down to below his chin again, and he regained speech and vision.

    "Actually, she is a very good singer," Albert said to Rhonda, "You should see her perform 'Real Wild Child'. Her performance of that song is brilliant." Rhonda cast an interested look at Gypsy.

    Albert's eyes got dreamy. He thought of Gypsy. She was quite a sight when she let herself loose on stage in "I'm a real wild child". The chorus looked like this: "Yes, you can come with me to play. / I don’t care what you do or say, / but it’s gonna take a while / ’cause I’m a real wild child." After she had sung the chorus, she repeated different parts of it several times while she was jumping around. Her dancing became wilder and wilder until the next verse started or the song was abruptly over.

    Gypsy looked down at herself and rotated her hip slightly to direct her pussy at Albert's belly. Then she began to pee again. "I've missed you, you haven't been visiting for a long time," she said tenderly, but with a slightly sharp undertone.

    Her intense pee stream penetrated easily his thin summer pants. Now he felt a few drops of pee on his skin. "Why haven't you dropped by?" Gypsy said.

    Her pee started forming a pond inside his pants. "I've had so little time. I'll come tomorrow night," he said. His balls bathed in her pee now. "You do that," she said and ruffled his hair affectionately.

    None of the three spoke. The high, hissing sound produced by Gypsy's pussy dominated the situation aurally. The man in the moon looked down on them between the branches of the bush.

    Gypsy stopped her peeing. So, she is finally finished, he thought and further, how do I explain all this to Rhonda when Gypsy has gone?

    Gypsy grabbed the back of his head and hoisted herself up into a standing position.

    She pulled her skirt up. Her pussy was right in front of his face. Piss dripped from her pussy hair into his lap. Proudly, she put her hands on her hips and said, "And this is because you haven't visited me for two weeks." He said, "Goodbye, Gypsy, I ... blub blub ..."

    Gypsy had started peeing again and did it right into his face. Piss sprayed out to the sides. Rhonda moved to avoid being hit. Gypsy swung her hips from side to side and up and down. The stream swung over him from his forehead, over his closed eyes to his nose, cheeks and mouth.

    He could not let the opportunity pass. He opened his mouth. He hoped that Rhonda would assume it was a reflex.

    There was a hollow sound as pee gushed into his mouth. The pitch of the sound fell as his mouth became filled with pee. He had to swallow. Oh, now Rhonda must have realised it, he thought.

    With a groan, Gypsy bent backwards and sent a final stream into his hair. As she pulled up her panties, she said, "Bye! See you tomorrow."

    Gypsy went back to where she came into the bush, made ​​her way out between the branches and disappeared.

    Albert's shirt was soaked, and so was the front of his trousers. Piss dripped from his chin into his lap, where a pool of pee had formed.

    Rhonda moved closer. She looked him up and down. "Well, well, well," she said. Albert adopted an apologetic attitude as he turned his pee wet face towards Rhonda. "Gypsy is a little spontaneous," he said, "Whatever she feels like doing she must do, and she must do it right away, everything else is unimportant." He chuckled. "But why did you have to drink her pee?" she said. He smiled. "Oh, that was just an accident. Anyway, it was good to taste her pee to make sure it did not taste of beer because, you see, she promised me to limit her beer consumption." This became too much for Rhonda.

    Quickly, she got up. Albert looked up at her in surprise.

    "Don't you see what she's done?" she said, "She has used her pee to mark you physically as her own property so that other girls should stay away. If you like that kind of stuff, I suggest you marry her right away because there can't be many of her kind." He looked at her in astonishment. Maybe this is the push that I need ..., he thought. "I'm leaving!" she said. "How about meeting tomorrow?" he shouted after her. "No, then you're going to see her!"

    Rhonda disappeared out of the bush.

    3. Left alone in the bush

    A feeling of emptiness filled Albert now that both girls were gone. He looked between the branches of the bush for Rhonda. She had taken a footpath across the lawn in front of the bush. The footpath disappeared down a hill and reappeared further down on a plain by the end of the park. Gypsy had chosen the same footpath and was fifty yards ahead of Rhonda. Gypsy had an easy way of walking now that she had emptied herself of surely one litre of pee. Her short skirt bobbed cheerfully back and forth as she walked as if it waved goodbye to him. Now the girls disappeared down the hill.

    He hung his pants up on some branches and sat down to wait for them to dry. After a while, he took another peek out between the branches of the bush. Hey, there they appeared down on the plain! But now they were walking together. What were they talking about? It was probably one of the many things in life he would never know. ...

    "Hey," said Rhonda as she caught up with Gypsy on her way down the hill. "Hello again," said Gypsy. "I wonder what really happened back there; I have never experienced anything like that. Do you pee on every guy you know?" said Rhonda; she wondered if that was the kind of thing people did when they hid behind bushes. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend you," said Gypsy, "It's just that Albert likes things like that. When I saw him in the bush, I thought that to pee in the grass would be a waste — much better to let him have my pee. Maybe you don't know him very well?" "No, I don't. I only moved in last week," said Rhonda. "That figures. Okay, so he works fast! All the girls here fall for him. He's so handsome — tall and dark — and so charming. He likes to bring girls with him into bushes and make them pee for him. He's bad that way." "Oh, I see. Yeah, he tried it on me too ..." Rhonda looked down, embarrassed. Then she continued, "But — how did you get to know him?" Gypsy said, "Through the music. Albert is in the band — is or was, I don't quite know." "Really?" Rhonda said. "Sure. He has written a couple of our songs too. But he's not an exhibitionist like the rest of us; he's never on stage." Gypsy added with a laugh, "No, he leaves any exhibitionism to some girl that he has brought with him into a dense shrub!" She continued, "Albert's OK, but he's the local Don Juan with a twist, so be careful of him." It seems that he is not the only one who is a little twisted, Rhonda thought.

    Next day Albert went to visit Gypsy. He felt a little nervous as he climbed the stairs up to her apartment. She opened when he knocked on the door. "Hi! Come in," she said. "Excuse the mess. I and the guys are going out to play." Large amplifiers and speakers were stacked up in the apartment. There was barely enough room to move around in. "Well, I, uh ... It's not so important, it can wait," he said. It was harder to say what he wanted to say than he had thought. "Go ahead and say it, I have little time," she pressed on. "Yeah, well, ... I wonder if you would like to marry me." "What?" she said in amazement, but realised immediately from the serious expression on his face that he meant it. "I say!" she said and directed a thoughtful glance first at him and then into the air past him. A small smile appeared on her face — was it ironic? When he saw it, he was first afraid that she would reject him then and there, but then he calmed himself by thinking, she probably thinks of diaper washing and television evenings replacing parties and concerts. He hastened to say, "Don't decide now, take the time you need to think." He headed towards the front door. "Thanks!" she shouted after him when he had come a piece down the stairs. He glanced up at her, smiled and said, "You're welcome!"

    He did not see much of her the following days and weeks, just occasionally at a distance in restaurants and the like. He worked hard, was promoted and moved to a large city. One day, some years later, there was a knock on his door. He smiled when he saw who it was. Gypsy seemed a bit tired after all the years of rock 'n' roll and other things — God knows what. "Is the offer still open?" she said. He knew at once what she meant. "You bet it is!" he replied. She threw herself at him, and they kissed. He felt her small breasts against his chest and her stomach, hips, and thighs against his. "Just a sec, I have something for you," she said. She pulled out a large plastic bag she had hidden next to the door. She dug down into it and took out something white. It was a pair of knickers. She put it over his head, and he took a deep breath. He recognised her pussy smell. Okay, so she is the same "real wild child" as she was before, he thought. And he got that confirmed the next days.

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

     

    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.

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

     


    Turquoise Has Some Fun


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

     

     


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

     

     


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

     

     


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

     

     


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

     

     


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

     


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

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    Title: Accident

    Characters: Brian and Jimmy from Avenged Sevenfold

    Note: Hey everyone! This is the first time I ever post one of my own fanfiction :) I also have to warn you that english is NOT my first language so I think that the story is not going to have many replies. Anyways, I hope you will enjoy this (even if it contains a lot of wrong things ^^') I love A7X and I have so much love for Jimmy (who's probably looking at me from heaven and being embarrassed as hell xD) R.I.P Jimmy <3

    We were in in my best friend's car, heading to drop me to my house. No longer after we headed the road, I suddenly felt a need to pee.

    "How long 'til we get to my house?" I asked, looking at my friend who was driving.

    "I don't know, man. We'll probably be there in like...thirty minutes." Brian told me. I hoped I could make it. I closed my eyes and tried to think at other things than my problem but obviously, the little pressure below my waist was always there to remind me that I had to go to the bathroom. The pressure increased with every minutes. How the fuck am I supposed to hold it for thirty fucking minutes?! When I felt a wave of pain hit my bladder, I understood then that it was almost impossible for me to make it. I crossed my legs and let out a shaky sight.

    "You okay Jimmy?" Brian gave me a worried look but I told him I was fine despite the pain. A few minutes passed and the pressure was more and more painful.

    "H-How long now?" I asked, keeping my legs crossed tightly together.

    "About ten minutes. I'm worried for you, man. What's wrong?"

    "I...I need to pee so fucking bad Bri. I forgot to go before we head the road." I replied and put my hands on my crotch as another wave of pain hit me. Obviously, Brian started laughing at me.

    "It's not funny!" I tried to sound serious but my friend just kept laughing at my condition.

    "Fuck you Brian." I shouted angrily at him as he stopped laughing to concentrate on the road.

    "Are you gonna make it?" He asked with a smirk. To tell the truth, I wasn't sure. The pressure on my bladder was more and more intense and the ten minutes were passing so slow. I squeezed my private parts harder, to keep me from peeing all over Brian's passenger seat.

    "I...don't know..." I moaned. I needed to release myself so bad.

    "Don't you dare to ruin my seat or I'll kick your ass out of my car and you'll have to walk the rest of the path in your own pee." He warned me. I kept a hard grip on myself and moaned when the pain began to be insuportable. Brian could clearly see that I was sweating a little. A single little spurt of pee esacped into my boxers as Brian's car went in a hole on the road. I felt the tears filled my eyes and I gulped hard, knowing that I had a now tiny chance to make it.

    "Can you go faster?!" I half screamed and half moaned.

    "I can't go any faster, Jimmy. I'm at the fucking limit." He replied and I moaned in frustration. I bounced up and down on my seat while I squeezed myself hard.

    "We're almost there." Brian told me as he recognised the few houses of my neighborhood. That didn't helped me to feel better at all. Silent tears went down on my cheeks as I bite my lower lip hard. When he pulled in my driveway, he quickly took the key of my house that he had on his own key chain and hurried himself to open the front door. He turned around to see that I was always squirming in his car.

    "Why don't you hurry and get the fuck out?" He shouted from where he was.

    "I-I can't!" I replied in panic when I undid my seat belt, opened the door and tried to get up.

    "What do you mean you can't?" My friend walked toward me.

    "I'm pretty sure that if I get out of te car, I'm just gonna lose it..." Another tear ran down my cheek.

    "Here, let me help you." He took my right arm, placed it around his shoulders, placed a hand on my back and the other one on the back of my legs. Brian lifted me carefully. But as soon as I was lifted up, a couple of spurts of pee escaped from my manhood.

    "Oh god, Brian..." I moaned and took my crotch with my free hand. Brian walked and climbed the stairs as fast as he could. We entered the house and Brian closed the door behind him with his foot. The nearest bathroom was unfortunatly upstairs. "Dammit...I can't make it." I whispered as Brian began to climb the stairs.

    "Don't say that! You can make it." He almost carried me all the way to the nearest bathroom but more and more spurts were coming out of me. I let the tears coming out when I'd lost it all, right in front of the bathroom. My pee had soaked my jeans completely. Brian was always holding me when I released the pressure from my bladder. I was still crying in my friend's arms. I was also blushing violently, wanting to dissapear.

    "I'm so sorry." I whispered when I finished.

    "It's okay, Jimmy. I'm not mad at all." Brian replied and let me stand back up on my feet.

    "I'll go change myself..." I said, looking at my soaked pants and at the puddle of pee at my feet. Brian nodded and waited outside of my bedroom. I came back with dry boxers and pants. We cleaned the mess and Brian held out his hand and wipped a tear on my cheek. I couldn't help it but smile at the sweet gesture. Next thing I knew was that Brian was holding his hand and led me downstairs. We sat on the couch and Brian spoke softly-

    "Don't be mad at yourself Jimmy."

    "I know but...I feel fucking terrible. I'm so sorry." I apologised. He gave me a big hug and told me that it was just an accident and that could happen to anybody.

    "Are you going to tell the guys about it?" I asked, but already knew that he would tell the others and laugh at me.

    "Of course not!" His answer comforted me and made me feel a little less embarassing. Brian was stroking my hair slowly as we talked about the next tour for a few minutes before I fell asleep in Brian's strong arms.

    Note 2: Oh my god....I'm so awful at writing!!! I'm sorry for those who didn't like it. I perfectly understand, because I know that this fanfic is terrible x)

  7. 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.

  8. 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!
    ~~~~~~~<3

     

    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.

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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.

     

    …………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

     

    “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.

     

    ………………………………………………………………………………………………….

     

    “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.”

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    Lita stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her waist-length red hair was in curls, by demand of her mother. Stupid country club. She wanted to be far, far away from the club, tea time, her mom and grandma, and everything associated with being wealthy. “Stupid poor people have it so easy,” she thought. Lita studied her blue-gray eyes, finding nothing but bitterness there.

    Rolling her eyes, Lita straightened the eccentric bow on the collar of her cashmere blouse. She smoothed the wrinkles out of her light gray slacks, took one last lingering glance at her small frame in the mirror, and stalked out of the country club restroom. “Please just let this be over with,” Lita groaned internally.

    “There you are, Lita,” her mother, Grace, exclaimed. “You’ve been in there forever! Our table is waiting!”

    Lita heaved a sigh. “Sorry, geez, Mom.”

    Grace pursed her lips. “Cut the attitude. It’s not very ladylike.”

    Lita’s grandma, Arlene, smiled a small smile, and rolled her eyes at her daughter when Grace wasn’t looking. Lita choked back a laugh.

    “There’s no point in standing around. Let’s go have our tea.” Arlene said in her thin, wobbly voice. She looped her skinny arm through Lita’s and led the way to their usual table in the bay window.

    Lita plastered her “patient smile” onto her face and allowed herself to be steered towards her seat. Lita slumped into her seat, desperate to escape the country club. “Only spoiled jerks choose to spend time here,” she thought.

    In less than a minute, waiters were swarming around the table, laying down extravagant dishes of fluffy crepes, delicate biscuits, various cheeses, and fluffy cream. A waiter came up behind Lita and placed a tea cup on the saucer in front of her, then poured her some Yorkshire Red Tea. Lita ignored her cup of tea. “I don’t know how anybody can drink this crap. It tastes awful,” she thought as she twisted her napkin around in her lap.

    “Lita, why aren’t you eating?” Grace demanded.

    Lita looked up at her mom. “Because I don’t like tea time.” She put as much disdain as she could into her voice.

    A low chuckle sounded on Lita’s left. She quickly turned to see who made the sound, and observed a young man about her age snickering as he walked past her. Lita’s watched as he approached a table and casually tossed himself into the empty chair. At the table sat a middle-aged woman with her blonde hair in a French twist, a girl with brown hair that appeared to be a couple years younger than the boy, and…

    “The mayor?” Lita thought. She squinted her eyes toward the family, and was finally able to place the boy. Luke. The snobbiest, richest kid at her school. Because his father was the mayor, he got anything and everything that he ever wanted. The worst part was that he flaunted his riches. “I HATE that guy,” Lita thought.

    “…what do you think of that, Lita? Wouldn’t you just love to go?” Grace’s voice penetrated Lita’s thoughts.

    “Sorry, what?”

    Grace sighed impatiently. “Weren’t you listening to a word I just said?”

    Lita shook her head. “Sorry. I just spaced out for a minute. What did you say?”

    Grace shook her head in annoyance. “I SAID that I thought it was about time for you to go to an all girls’ boarding school. You’re always so rowdy, and it’s time you learned to be a lady.”

    Lita’s eyes widened in horror. “Boarding school? No! You can’t make me go. I’m sixteen!”

    “Lita, if you would just listen—” Arlene began.

    “No! I won’t listen to this! I won’t go!” Lita stood up quickly from the table, making the dishes rattle. “I am so out of here!”

    Lita turned and stomped past her family, past the approaching waiters, and past the mayor’s table. As she stormed away, she briefly noticed Luke staring at her, but she didn’t care if she had made a scene. “I’m so fed up with this life,” she thought in fury.

    Lita hurried out of the country club before her mother could come after her. She quickly walked off of the grounds, close to the busy street, and hailed a cab. Upon climbing in, she directed the driver back to her house. Lita was fuming. She wanted to do something reckless, something exhilarating, she just didn’t know what.

    After a short drive, the cab pulled up outside of Lita’s house. Lita got out and stood at the curb for a while, staring at the overly eccentric mansion that she called home. It stood three stories tall, plus it had a spacious attic and a gigantic basement. The Grecian columns that encased the front porch just looked tacky to Lita. She hated every square inch of this prison.

    Lita stalked inside the house and slammed the door as hard as she could. “I’ve got to get out of here,” she screamed inside. She began pacing through the ridiculously oversized rooms of the main level, a manic anxiety rising in her chest. When she entered the kitchen, she stomped to the fridge, grabbed a 32 oz bottle of Evian water, and guzzled the entire thing in seconds. Just then, something gleaming on the wall by the garage door caught her eye. Lita moved closer, curious.

    Her dad’s car keys were hanging on the hook. It wasn’t just any old car, though. It was his baby. An orange Dodge Charger, majorly overhauled to be the best of any racecar. A nitrous oxide booster had been added, and the car now had approximately 700 horsepower. It was strong, powerful, and fast. Best of all, it was forbidden.

    Without thinking any further, Lita snatched the keys from the hook and dashed into the garage. She pressed the button to raise the automatic door, and hurried to the gleaming racecar. When Lita opened the driver’s side door, the smell of polished leather greeted her. She smiled. “This is going to be great,” she thought.

    Lita slid into the car, enjoying the feel of the old, soft leather underneath her. She started the car, enthralled by the roaring sound of the suped-up engine. She put it in reverse, and carefully backed out into the street. Lita made sure to close the garage door before she drove off down the street.

    Sitting behind the wheel of her dad’s “baby,” Lita felt invincible. She felt daring and reckless. The light at the next intersection turned red, and Lita slowed her speed till she gradually came to a stop. A gleaming red Ferrari Enzo screeched to a halt beside her. Lita glanced over at the car, and immediately recognized the rarity of the vehicle next to her. It had a V10 engine, topped out at 221 miles per hour, and could go from 0 to 60 in 3.2 seconds. Only 500 cars like this were ever made, so whoever owned it must be incredibly wealthy. Curious about who was driving the snazzy sport’s car, Lita stared hard through the window. The driver briefly looked at Lita, then back to the street, before doing a double take. His mouth dropped open in surprise, and Lita watched a slow grin spread across his face. “Who is he?” Lita thought. The driver of the Enzo was wearing dark sunglasses that obscured a good portion of his face, so she had no idea who he was. But his slightly messy blonde hair hinted that he was devastatingly attractive.

    Lita finally pulled her eyes away from the guy behind the wheel of the Ferrari, staring straight ahead and wondering when the light would finally be green. A honk sounded from the Enzo, and Lita looked over again. The guy was holding a piece of paper against the window with a message scrawled across it in big letters. “First one to the water tower wins,” it read.

    Lita smirked. “Just what the doctor ordered,” she thought. When the driver of the Ferrari put the piece of paper down, Lita gave him a huge thumbs up and winked. The guy revved his engine hard, and Lita responded in kind. She looked back at the stoplight, and suddenly it shifted from red to green. Lita hit the gas pedal hard, but was a bit slower starting out than the Enzo. Soon she was a block behind the guy. An image of his triumphant grin when he won spurred Lita into action. She turned the corner, still slightly behind the Ferrari, and pressed the gas pedal even harder to the floor.

    The Charger jumped forward a bit faster, causing the car to begin vibrating. The seat rumbled beneath Lita, and she was suddenly alerted to her full bladder. “Curse that bottle of water,” she thought. Lita pressed her thighs together, determined to hold her pee till she won the race.

    As Lita screeched around the next corner, she saw that the guy in the Ferrari was several blocks ahead of her. If she didn’t do something quick, she’d lose the race. Lita’s hand snaked toward the nitrous oxide booster controls. She flipped open the plastic covering, counted backwards from three silently, and pressed down on the red button that would ignite her speed.

    The Charger rocketed forward, making everything a blur. The vibrating got worse, and soon Lita felt like she was going to burst. Every inch forward the car moved made the vibrating even more intense. She had to pee so badly, that it felt like all of the vibrating of the car was concentrated right underneath her seat. Lita took one hand from the wheel and jammed it into her crotch, feeling a wave of desperation hit. “I can’t pee myself in this car! Dad would kill me,” she thought.

    Within seconds of starting the nitrous oxide booster, Lita was right behind the Ferrari. She pressed the gas pedal hard again, and watched as her car began to pull ahead of the snazzy Ferrari. Excitement built in her chest, and she grinned triumphantly. They were still about a mile from the water tower, but Lita was confident for the first time that she would win the race.

    As her excitement continued to build, Lita’s focus on her bladder decreased. The car was still vibrating like mad, but Lita didn’t notice or care. She was almost there. Just then, Lita hit a small pothole in the road, causing the Charger to jolt heavily. A spurt of pee escaped into her panties, and Lita squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could.

    Far too late, Lita remembered that the last stretch of road before the water tower was dirt and rock. The car darted off of the asphalt and onto the makeshift road, causing the Charger to bounce and jiggle all over the place. Lita cried out just as she lost complete control over her bladder.

    Pee streamed into her panties, quickly soaking them, and continued into her light gray slacks. Lita glanced down, and saw the front of her pants turning a dark, almost black, color from the pee. She desperately tried to stop the flow, but the bumpy road made it impossible. Lita quickly gave up. She let herself pee, and sighed at the relief it provided.

    Lita finally pulled up to the water tower and turned off the nitrous oxide booster, then turned off the ignition of the Charger. She glanced down at her lap, and realized she was still peeing herself. She watched as the crotch of her pants couldn’t soak up any more pee, and a stream pushed its way out, visibly arcing out past her crotch and onto the delicate leather beneath her. “Dad’s going to kill me for ruining his seat,” she thought.

    Just then, the Ferrari pulled up beside her. The guy jumped out, an excited grin on his face, and began approaching Lita’s door. Her eyes grew wide, realizing that he would see that she was still, miraculously, peeing her pants. Desperate to finish before he got to close, Lita pushed, and a huge spray of pee burst from her crotch. The pee flooded the seat, and began dripping onto the floor. Finally, mercifully, she finished peeing. When she glanced up at the window, she realized it was too late.

    The guy from the Ferrari stood at her window, staring into the car at Lita’s lap. Lita’s face reddened, and she reached for the key to restart the car so she could drive home. Before she could turn it, the guy opened her door.

    “I—” Lita began.

    Before she could even begin to formulate an excuse, the guy had reached in and pulled her out of the car, still staring at her wet pants. “Wow.”

    Lita looked down at her cream-colored ballet flats in shame, her red hair falling into her face. “I’m sorry,” she whispered inaudibly.

    The guy reached out and lifted Lita’s chin gently with his fingers. He looked into her eyes, slightly tilting his head as he studied her.

    “I wish I knew who he was,” Lita thought.

    Slowly, with his free hand, the man reached up and pulled off his sunglasses. Lita stared in shock as the man was revealed to be…

    “Luke?” She asked in surprise.

    “Wow. Lita…you’re…so…” Luke stopped, unable to formulate a coherent sentence.

    “I’m so embarrassed,” Lita mumbled. “The car was just vibrating so much, and I just had to pee so bad, I couldn’t hold it any longer.” Lita didn’t know why she felt the need to explain what happened to this boy whom she despised.

    “Don’t be embarrassed,” Luke said gruffly. Without waiting for a response, Luke gently took Lita’s face between his hands and kissed her.

    Lita’s eyes widened in shock. “What is going on here?” She wondered.

    Lita felt Luke’s foot reach behind her and shut the car door. Suddenly, he was pressing her against the car, running his hands through her hair. Her body responded automatically. Her arms went around Luke’s neck of their own accord, and she pulled him closer. Luke pressed his body against Lita’s, and Lita could feel every inch of him on her. She began to feel a different kind of excitement building in her chest, a foreign feeling. She didn’t know what was going on, but right then Lita didn’t care.

    Luke pulled back briefly, glancing into Lita’s eyes for confirmation that this was okay. Lita nodded slightly, and Luke moved back in. His lips grazed her cheekbone, trailed across her chin, and down her neck. When Luke reached Lita’s collarbone, Lita felt a spasm of pleasure, and couldn’t keep back her moan. As soon as Luke heard her, he moved his mouth back to hers, and his tongue found its way into her mouth.

    Instead of being grossed out, like she always thought she would be if she were ever French kissed, Lita felt even more longing for Luke. She twined her tongue with his, and let the wonder of the moment sink in. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced before.

    Soon Luke’s hand was making a trail down her arm, across her waist, and toward her wet crotch. When Lita realized what Luke intended, a chill of excitement caused more pee to rush from her bladder, soaking his hand. At first, Lita was mortified. “I thought I had no more pee left,” she thought, as the pee dripped down her legs.

    Just as Lita was about to move away, she felt a wetness begin to spread that she knew wasn’t coming from her. Lita looked down, and suddenly realized that Luke was peeing himself in response. She looked into his smoldering blue eyes, and her heart thumped in her chest that he would do something like that just to make her feel better. For the first time, she realized that this boy who acted so snobbish was really just a nice one in disguise. Lita reached up and pulled Luke’s lips back onto hers with a fervor she hadn’t felt before. Luke put one hand on either side of Lita’s head and pressed himself even closer to her, still freely peeing.

    Lita reveled in the feeling of his pee soaking into her cream blouse and down her front. When Luke’s fingers moved toward the bow at the collar of her shirt, she didn’t stop him. She knew where this moment was going, and she didn’t care. She wanted it.

  9. “This is Lake Hylia, where the Zoras said we should start looking for Princess Ruto.” Navi reminded Link.

    The little fairy fluttered over the water in front of Link, her blue aura shimmering in the day light. Link followed her as he swam through the water, and searched around for anything that might lead to the whereabouts of the lost Zora princess. As they searched, they both drank from the lake’s pure waters so they would stay hydrated in the heat.

    “Maybe we should look underwater…?” Link suggested.

    “Yeah… don’t you have that new… thingy that lets you dive to deeper depths now?” Navi referred to the Silver Scale that Link received from a Zora after winning a diving game in their domain.

    “Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that.”

    Link dipped his head down below the water’s surface for a few moments, looking around, before coming back up.

    “I don’t know, I don’t see anything but sand and rocks…”

    “You didn’t look very hard.” Navi said sternly, as she flew past him and searched around herself. She then pointed at something underwater. “Wait, what’s that? Below the water.”

    Link looked underwater for whatever mysterious thing Navi found. After a moment of searching, he saw something shining at the bottom of the lake.

    “It’s just a bottle, probably thrown out by one of the fishermen.” Link replied to Navi, after resurfacing.

    “Well, go get it, maybe it’ll help us!”

    “If you say so…”

    Link dove back into the water, and swam downward to retrieve the strange bottle. He wasn’t sure what it could possibly do to help him in his quest, but they had to take any leads they could get at this point. Not even any of the Zora’s were able to find a trace of Princess Ruto. Once Link had the bottle, he swam back up and rejoined with his fairy.

    “There’s a letter inside, let’s see what it says.” Link swam back to land and sat on the edge of the lake before opening the bottle to pull out the letter. Navi floated next to it and read it outloud:

    "Help me. I'm waiting for you inside Lord Jabu-Jabu's belly.

    --Ruto

    PS: Don't tell my father!"

    “That’s from the Zora Princess!” Navi exclaimed.

    “But who the heck is “Lord Jabu-Jabu? And why is she in his belly?” Link wondered, putting the letter back in the bottle, then put the container in his inventory.

    “I don’t know, let’s just bring it back to King Zora, maybe he can help us now that we know where she’s at.”

    “She told us not to tell him, though.” Link pointed out.

    “How else are we supposed to find her if we don’t show the King the letter, hmm?” Navi folded her arms and floated in front of Link.

    “Besides, she may have the spiritual stone that we need!” She added.

    “I suppose you’re right.” Link admitted.

    Using the cave connected underwater, they traveled swiftly back to Zora’s Domain, where they were once before and resurfaced inside the cave like dwelling. Stone paths led to the various rooms and areas of the domain and the Zora, who were amphibian like creatures, inhabited the place.

    “Wow, this place is huge!” Link exclaimed.

    “And chilly…” Navi said, shivering and rubbing her arms. Her blue aura shimmered a much brighter shade of blue due to the temperature.

    The duo searched around the frosty, watery area in search of King Zora.

    “There sure are a lot of zoras around here.” Link pointed out.

    “Yeah and that lake water that I drank is catching up with me, now.” Navi floated out in front of Link, looking around for place to do her fairy business.

    “So just go in the water.” Link suggested, a little too loudly.

    ‘No!” Navi blushed a little as a passing Zora looked her way. “Jeez, could you keep your voice down, please? She whispered sternly.

    “Sorry…” Link did as he was told as the two passed around a corner.

    “Don’t worry, I’ll just wait. There’s too many people around anyway.” Navi now spoke in a more calm and normal voice.

    They were now in front of a large staircase made of stone with two lit torches on either side, and a wooden sign that read:

    ‘Just Ahead, King Zora's Chamber. Show the proper respect!’

    “Guess this is it.” Link stated as he looked to his fairy companion. She seemed calm and relaxed for the moment.

    “Let’s go!” Navi excitedly said.

    They traveled up the stone steps, leading to King Zora’s throne room and stopped in front of the large, bulbous Zora. The king was adorned in a red ceremonial cloak and looked more like a toad unlike the rest of his people, whom looked more like anthropomorphic fish. He sat upon the ledge guarding the rear exit behind him where the water flowed under his posterior end and throughout the rest of the domain.

    King Zora remained quiet until Link presented him the letter. He then took it out of the bottle and read it over.

    “We found it at the bottom of Lake Hylia, just outside, your highness.”

    “Ho, this letter! It's from Princess Ruto!! Hmmm...Let's see…” The king looked more relieved knowing he had found a lead to his daughter’s location, but then appeared shocked when he read the final part.

    “She's inside Lord Jabu-Jabu? That's not possible! Our guardian god, Lord Jabu-Jabu, would never eat my dear Princess Ruto!” He lowered his arms and rested them on his lap, sighing heavily.

    “But since that stranger, Ganondorf, came here, Lord Jabu-Jabu has been a little green around the gills…”

    “I could go and try to find her for you!” Link exclaimed happily, knowing this would progress him in his quest.

    The king looked down at the letter once again then back to the boy, before placing the letter in his cloak pocket.

    “The evidence seems clear. Of course, you'll go find Ruto. You can pass through here to the altar of Lord Jabu-Jabu. I'll keep this letter. You keep the bottle it was in. Take it respectfully! Please find my dear Princess Ruto immediately... Zora!”

    The king began scooting to his right along the edge of the ledge that he sat upon, making croaking sounds all the while as he moved out of the way. This process took a little while, being that the king was… well… quite obese, to say the least. Link and Navi waited patiently though, and finally, there was enough space for them to get by.

    “Thank you…” Link said, taking the bottle from the King and then starting to head towards the cave behind him.

    ‘Wait, before you go.” He stopped Link in his tracks.

    “Take this fish, offer it to Lord Jabu-Jabu, he will then allow entry through his mouth.” The King instructed as he shoved a small blue colored fish into Link’s newly acquired bottle.

    “Oh okay… thank you again!”

    Link and his fairy friend swiftly exited the room from a corridor behind the king, into a new area known as Zora’s Fountain. They immediately spotted a large whale-like creature, at least five times the size of the King. He was adorned in jewel encrusted garb and had large blue eyes. They were now outside, again met by the afternoon sun’s rays, though surrounded by a tall mountainous wall and ankle deep in water.

    “This must be him!” Navi exclaimed to Link. They both made their way towards him and stood upon the stone platform where Lord Jabu-Jabu was “docked” as if he were a boat.

    Link starred in awe at him as the creature made bellowing noises from his throat at the two strange visitors.

    “Well, what are you waiting for? Give him the fish!” Navi demanded.

    “Oh, right.” Link pulled out his bottle from his inventory and shook the fish out of the glass bottle. The fish waddled and flapped around on the stone floor below them and in front of Lord Jabu-Jabu. They both waited for him to accept the offering, as King Zora said he would.

    A few moments later, the great creature began to open his large mouth, his deep vocals echoed throughout the entire area. Navi and Link put their hands up as he started to inhale. The fish was no match for his massive lung power and it flew straight down his throat, like a leaf in the wind. Then the power became much greater as Link and his fairy were both being sucked in as well. They had no time to react as they both lost their balance and soared through the air into his gaping mouth, screaming all the while.

    Inside Jabu-Jabu’s belly, it was dark and musty. They were no longer on dry, solid land and Link’s steps made squishy sounds as he came to and stood to his feet. Navi floated back up and fluttered in front of him.

    “Are you alright?” She asked in a concerned voice. Her bright blue aura lit up the dark area.

    “Yeah.” He said, straightening his tunic out.

    “Alright, let’s move forward.” She said, turning around as they both walked towards the back of his mouth until they were in front of a pool of murky water. Behind it was Jabu-Jabu’s uvula and a sealed off area.

    “Oh no…” Navi stopped and hovered in the air. “I forgot to go, before we got sucked in here.” She said, disappointed.

    “Oh.” Link said, not sure how to help his fairy. “I guess it would be weird to pee in Jabu-Jabu’s mouth, heh.”

    “I’ll wait.” She said as she sighed softly and began floating forward.

    Suddenly, an octorok shot out from the pool and started shooting rocks from it’s hose-like mouth. One barely missed Navi and she screamed out in terror, flying quickly behind Link before he shot another one towards them. Her hero immediately pulled his shield out just in time and the rock ricocheted off the wooden surface, smacking the octorok in the head. Its dead, lifeless body sank into the water and exploded into a cloud of smoke that dissipated in the water.

    Link looked back to his fairy who was red in her face.

    “Are you alright?” Link moved closer to her.

    “Fine now, but... “ She looked down at her bare, pale colored legs that were now dripping with her urine. The blushing fairy flew to the pool of water and washed herself off.

    “Sorry about that, I killed him as quickly as I could.” Link said, comfortingly.

    “I know, it’s not your fault. It’s just a little embarrassing.” She replied as she finished cleaning her self.

    “I probably wouldn’t have been able to wait much longer anyway… fairies aren’t built for that kind of thing.”

    “Don’t worry, I went in the water before we got to Zora’s Domain. So.. I technically peed in my shorts.” Link smirked at his fairy.

    “Sounds like something you’d do.” Navi said, smiling, seeming much better now. “Let’s just move on.”

    They crossed the pool and stopped in front of his throat that was sealed off by some kind of webbing.

    “Well, now what? Isn’t there some way to open it?” Navi asked Link.

    “Of course, there’s always a way.” Link happily stated and took out his slingshot. He aimed for the uvula right above him and fired a deku seed at it. The webbing in front of the fish’s throat went away, allowing them to easily pass through to the next area.

    After passing through the esophagus, they ended up in a much larger part of Jabu-Jabu. Somewhere inside the stomach, perhaps. Passageways andelectric jellyfish were strewn throughout the area. They proceeded, while avoiding the Biri’s shock attacks. Link attempted to take them out with his sword, but it only knocked them back.

    “Just ignore them, they can’t be defeated with just your sword!” Navi shouted.

    They then retreated through a nearby passageway into another part of the fish’s body. As they looked around, they noticed a small zora child standing near one of the holes on the ground.

    “Is that her? Princess Ruto?” Navi whispered quietly to Link.

    The zora turned around, and spotted the two intruders. A surprised look washed over her face as they approached each other.

    “You! Who are you?!” She sternly asked, now looking more frustrated.

    “My name’s Navi, and this is Link. You’re...?”

    “I am Ruto, Princess of the Zoras.” She folded her finned arms.

    “Your father is worried about you, we’re here to take you back to him.” Navi stated as Link gawked at the zora princess.

    “My father is worried about me? I don’t care!” Ruto turned around, trying to ignore them. Navi and Link both looked at each other, confused.

    “But we found your letter in a bottle…” Link reminded her.

    “Letter in a bottle? I have no idea what you're talking about! I’d never ask anyone to do such a thing!” The princess said, as she turned back around to face them.

    “Anyway, I can't go home right now, because antifairy of omorashi.org still has to finish writing this awful zelda fiction. And you... Get out of here! Understand?!” She shouted before turning back around and walking away.

    “But!” Navi started to respond, but Ruto tripped and fell into one of the strange holes that sucked her down to the area below them. She screamed out and they rushed over to save her, but it was too late.

    “Follow her!” Navi demanded Link. He didn't question, but instead bravely jumped through the same hole that Ruto fell through. Thankfully, the drop wasn't too long and he landed on soft muscular tissue which cushioned his as well as Ruto’s descent. They were back with the Biris in the area before they met the “distressed” princess, this time on a lower ledge. The young zora stood, once again with her back turned and looked around; she appeared as if she was contemplating where to go or what to do next.

    As she turned around, she noticed Link and the fairy were behind her.

    “Are you still hanging around here? I told you to go away!” Ruto said with a sharp tone of voice. Link and Navi had adapted to the fact that she acted like a spoiled brat, but nevertheless, they needed her help and it was obviously that she was in danger.

    “It’s not safe for you to be here… um your highness.” Link sheepishly advised.

    “I'm okay. I've been going inside Lord Jabu-Jabu's belly since I was little... but...” The angsty zora retorted, trailing off as she continued to examine her surroundings for a moment. She then sighed with hesitation.

    “Lord Jabu-Jabu is very strange today... There are electrified jellyfish and strange holes around... On top of that, my precious stone was…” Ruto looked back to the duo with an expression that implied she was about to give too much information.

    “That's none of your business! Anyway... You! Go home now! Understand?!” She re-demanded, suddenly changing her tone to match.

    Navi flew closer to Link’s left ear. “Does she mean the spiritual stone?” The fairy whispered, careful not to arouse Ruto’s suspicion that they needed that stone. Link would do anything to get that it, so he had to push away his first impressions of this princess aside.

    “We just want to help you.” Navi said with concern.

    “Yeah, you could probably use it, with all these monsters around.” Link added, nodding in agreement. Though he was more concerned about completing his quest and helping a different princess; The Hylian variety. The zora gazed upon them, seeing that they weren't giving up.

    “You're that worried about me? Then I will give you the honor of carrying me! However...I won't leave until I find the thing I'm looking for. You'd better believe me!” Ruto offered herself as she plopped down and hugged her legs towards her body.

    “Alright, fine.” Link responded willingly as he walked over to the squatting child. He stood behind her and wrapped his hands around the zora’s waist, picking her up with ease. Ruto squealed as he did and soon she was sitting on Link’s head, her squishy bottom nestling right in the center. He then repositioned his hands so he was gripping her lower stomach tightly, which she immediately objected against.

    “Hey don’t squeeze so hard! I have to... “ The distressed zora blushed a little, unbeknownst to Link. Though, Navi witnessed her soft white face turn a light shade of red for a few moments.

    ‘What?” The boy released his grip on her belly and instead grabbed her thighs, wondering what the big deal was.

    “Nothing. I’m fine, just go!” Ruto sneered.

    What a feisty and finicky princess she was. Though she was only about 11 or 12. She obviously thought quite highly of herself, believing that she deserved to be carried around like this. Link liked Zelda a lot more, she was a much more kind and caring princess, but he did as he was told and toted her around Jabu-Jabu in search of the spiritual stone.

    As they lurked around the large fish’s belly, they found strange enemies and complex puzzles which sometimes required the help of their smaller fishy friend to overcome. It had been a little while since Link first picked her up and all the while, she had become increasingly more finicky than before. Navi had been sneaking glances at her, trying to figure out why this child was so antsy. There was something that she wasn’t telling them and it was time to find out for sure.

    “I’m going to search around in here, I’ll be back.” Link said as he set Ruto down as he went to a separate area that closed behind him.

    “Hey don’t leave me here! How could you? Be a man and take responsibility!” She protested, but it was too late. He was out of earshot, leaving Navi and her alone for a little while.

    Ruto paced back and forth with a flustered look about her face. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to do something with her hands, but she quickly folded them back.

    “You’re awfully wiggly, even by fish standards.” Navi said sternly, catching Ruto’s attention as she turned to face her. Ruto looked up to Navi with her big purple eyes widened, the fairy’s arms folded just as her own were though much more relaxed.

    “So what?” The zora responded. Her lower body shook slightly.

    “So, is there something you wish to tell me?” Navi probed as she noticed her erratic movements, smirking a little as if she had an idea.

    Ruto paused for a moment, then started pacing again suddenly. She faced away from the fairy to prevent her from seeing her worried expression.

    “Well I lost the precious stone my mother gave me, that’s all!” Ruto said. “And I’m stuck in Jabu-Jabu’s belly!” She continued.

    “And you really have to pee.” Navi added.

    The guilty zora stopped in her tracks again and looked down. She hugged herself with her arms tightly.

    “Don’t you?”

    ‘N-no.” Her voice carried a softer tone, meeker than her normal voice. Navi floated around to Ruto’s front and they locked eyes again.

    “Yes, you do. You can’t fool me.” Navi disputed. “I’ve been watching you this whole time.” Ruto’s face went red. She tried to turn away again but Navi moved as quickly as she did.

    “Admit it!” She demanded. Ruto’s mortified expression was joined with a slightly angry one, her eyes frowning at the fairy’s observation.

    “Alright!” She yelled. “So what if I do? It’s not like I can do anything about it right now.” Turning her back again, Ruto subtly snuck her right hand down to her fishy parts and softly held herself.

    Navi was reminded of her own little accident earlier and sighed a little, knowing how she

    felt. Even though she had been nothing but a troublesome little brat, Navi felt sympathy for her and decided to try not to embarrass her anymore.

    “Don’t worry, we’ll get you out of here as fast as we can.” Navi said with a comforting voice. Ruto didn’t say anything but just sat down on the floor and hugged her knees to her chest.

    Soon enough, Link returned to the two girls, and with a shiny new boomerang that he proudly showed off. It was made from a light colored maple wood with a red jewel in the middle.

    “That should come in handy.” Navi stated and smiled.

    “Definitely!” Link replied before placing it in his pocket somehow and looking down to the depressed zora.

    “What’s wrong with her?”

    Navi floated near Link’s ear and whispered. “Listen, be nice and gentle with her. Don’t handle her roughly.”

    “Um… okay, why?” Link inquired obliviously.

    “Because… she-” Navi began to explain but was cut off by Ruto, who furiously interrupted.

    “Hey don’t tell him!” She snapped and plopped back down again in her “carry-me” position. Her face was beaming with humiliation as she shut her legs tightly.

    Navi sighed and floated away from Link, out in front of him. The boy just shrugged his shoulders and picked her up gently, following what his fairy requested of him before they continued their trek through Jabu-Jabu. Since she no longer had to hide it from Navi anymore, Ruto cupped her fishy parts to comfort herself as she sat upon Link’s head. Navi continued to monitor her, she seemed to be containing herself well enough, though her facial expression implied distress.

    Everytime Link had to set her down, whether it be to fight a monster or switch out his gear, Ruto would dance in place to prevent from desecrating her people’s sacred guardian. They eventually reached a large circular room with a raised platform in the center. Ruto bubbled with excitement when she spotted the object resting in the middle of the platform. It was a gold and sapphire jewel.

    “That's it! That's what I've been looking for! Throw me up there! Onto the platform!” Ruto exclaimed, letting go of herself and bouncing on Link’s head.

    She instantly regretted this action when she accidently let some of her pee out of her tightly shut opening. Navi covered her mouth with her hand and gasped a little when she saw the poor zora leak. It wasn’t much, not enough for her hero to notice, fortunately. Link was about to do as she told, but Ruto stopped him.

    “On second thought, just set me up there. Don’t throw me.” She meekly requested.

    Link gently placed the pee-filled zora upon the platform, where she carefully stood up and cheerfully walked over the sapphire stone. After picking it up, she started making her way back towards the edge. Not long after she made a few steps, the platform suddenly rose up from the ground and lifted Ruto up the room above. Link was knocked down before he could act. She cried out in terror before disappearing from sight.

    “Where did she go?!” Navi implored.

    Link stood himself back up as the platform made it’s way back down. This time there was a large octorok that sat upon it, looking ready for a battle. The young hero drew his sword and shield, preparing to defeat this beast that delayed him in his quest. Jumping off of the platform, which now had it’s spikes exposed along the side, the monster faced Link and their battle began.

    With the help of Link’s warrior skills, along with his heroic passion and his new boomerang, he was able to kill the big octorok in a short amount of time. It died and it’s body melted into the water before disintegrating. The spikes lowered with the rest of the platform, allowing him to safely climb up it’s walls.

    “Great job! Now lets go find our princess!” Navi cheered, but her spirits lowered when she realized Ruto was still in trouble, in more ways than one. They hurried to the middle of the platform, which elevated them to the floor above.

    “I don’t see her up here.” Link commented, looking around the empty room.

    “Let’s just move forward, she couldn't have gone far.” Navi replied leading him to the only exit.

    Through Link’s quick wit and puzzle solving skills, they made their way to what seemed to be the last area of Jabu-Jabu. The large room they were now in appeared to be the main part of his stomach. The ground was much softer and moist, as were the walls, compared to the other areas they came from. Not only that, but there were several enlarged electric jellyfish that suddenly noticed Links presence and began provoking him into yet another battle.

    “Link, look up there!” Navi advised, pointing to the large monster attached to the ceiling with it’s tentacles.

    The large jellyfish then clung to the sides of the anemone and beams of electricity began firing at Link. He quickly dodged them and severed the tentacles that bound the bulbous beast with his boomerang. The jellyfishes spun wildly around it’s body while it continued to attack Link with electric beams with ferocity. He was able to stun the enemy with the boomerang while he took out the jellyfishes which also acted as its armor. The anemone was left vulnerable, and eventually succumbed to Link’s sword. Its defeat resulted in an explosion of goo, like a popped zit.

    Now with that order of business out of the way, they would finally be reunited with the angsty zora princess once again. A column of blue light emerged from the middle of the room, and a desperate Ruto was already waiting, impatiently.Link had been oblivious to her predicament up to this point, where he took in her obvious signs. Poor Ruto was buckled at her knees, both hands shoved between her tightly clamped legs against her burning girlhood. She looked up to Link with an angry stare, but secretly humiliated for having to be seen in this state.

    “You...You're late! What took you so long! You're useless!” The young zora’s voice quavered as she scolded him. Her little body shook intensely from the pressure that had built up inside of her bladder, which was begging for release.

    “Well excuse me, princess!” Link drawled. “I got here as quick as I could!” He countered as his eyes scaled her body.

    “Wow, you look like you really have to pee.” He added, causing Ruto blushed brighter than she ever had that day.

    “Link, let’s just get out of here, so she can relieve herself outside.” Navi commanded.

    Link nodded, stepping into the light that transported them all outside of Jabu-Jabu. They were reunited with fresh air, clean water and the setting sun. After they came to the senses, Ruto wasted no time jumping back into the water, right where Link was and released her pent up urine.They watched as a bright yellow cloud formed around a very relieved Ruto and expanded several feet all around her. Her eyes closed as she completely relaxed all of her muscles, floating on her back and heavily sighed with immense relief and a smile on her face. The first smile they had seen from her since they met her.

    “You know, I have to commend you on how long you held it.” Navi chimed in. “I didn’t expect you to have anything left inside of you after that octorok attacked us, much less the entirety of two battles.”

    “Well, I’ve had practice I guess.” Ruto was a lot more soft spoken now, after having released an overflowing bladder that she had been holding in for a couple of hours.

    “It’s not like this is the first time I spent a long time in his belly.”

    “Yeah, thanks for not peeing on my head… or anything.” Link said, smirking a little. Ruto and Navi both giggled in unison.

    “...What?” Link inquired, confused.

    “Nothing, nothing!” Ruto responded, leaving him oblivious to the little gift she left on his head earlier.

    “Something smells fishy around here…” Link replied.

    ‘It’s me!” Ruto giggled.

    “Oh… ha ha.”

    As a reward for saving her, Ruto gave Link her precious stone, but it came with a price. That they were now engaged to each other, and were to be married some day. Not that Ruto liked Link, o-or anything.

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    Beast Boy sighed in boredom. It had been ages since he and the others had left for this mission. He looked at the others. Starfire, as perky and hopeful as ever, Raven, with her hood pulled over her head, Cyborg, with his sonic cannon charged and ready in case for an ambush, and Robin, determined, but also.... jumpy? Beast Boy shrugged it off as nothing and started walking faster, catching a quick glimpse of Robin's face, which was slightly tinted red.

     

    Beast Boy looked closer at their leader's stiff walk, he noticed that Robin had one hand between his legs, while the other hand was rubbing his upper arm. Beast Boy raised an eyebrow, not once seeing Robin ever needing to pee. Never once on missions did Robin show any signs of needing to go, normally, it was Beast Boy that was in the desperate situations, which is how he knew all the signs.

     

    "Hey, Robin, something wrong?" he whispered, walking closer. Robin quickly resumed a normal stance, "No, why do you wanna know?" Beast Boy shrugged, "Oh, I don't know, maybe because you look like you're in a dire need of a bathroom." Robin blushed, "No way, and even if I did, I couldn't do anything about it," he said as he walked away from Beast Boy.

     

    "Come on, dude, you can't lie to me, I know all the signs," Beast Boy said, catching up to Robin. "Beast Boy, since when was it your business to know- agghhhhhh!" Robin growled, pressing his legs together tightly, and forcing his hands to his sides. "Ahhh...." he moaned, his face turning a bright red, he took in a couple of deep breaths, then settled down. Beast Boy smirked, "Now we know for sure."

     

    "Beast Boy, I'm telling you, I'm fine," Robin insisted, "Dude, face it, you can't lie to yourself, and you can't lie to me," Beast Boy said, his face suddenly serious. Robin opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again, Beast Boy was right. "Fine.... what do you suggest I do?" Robin finally asked. "Right now, there's not much you can do, unless you can hold it for longer," Beast Boy replied, "I can hold it, but not for much longer."

     

    Robin wrapped his cape around himself with one hand, then shoved the other between his legs. The two of them walked quickly to catch up to the others, lagging behind slightly. Robin glanced over to Beast Boy, then nudged his arm to grab his attention, "Hey, what do you normally do during these situations?" Beast Boy thought for a second, "Well, I'm normally not so secretive about it, that and I can just turn into an animal and go if I have to that badly, what about you?"

     

    "Well... Uhhh... I normally try to avoid t-these situations... ya know? But I didn't have time to use the bathroom b-before we left...." Robin replied, "We left almost an hour ago, how do you need to go so bad already?" Robin grinned sheepishly, "I drank a lot of coffee to keep myself awake because I didn't get much sleep last night." Beast Boy chuckled, "How much coffee?"

     

    "A lot," Robin rubbed his head, "I need to cut down on how much I drink." Beast Boy laughed quietly, but then stopped upon seeing Robin turn his head away, embarrassed. "Sorry for laughing, dude, and don't worry," "Uhhh... I wouldn't say that," Robin said, lifting his cape slightly, revealing a dark spot on his front.

     

    "Oh boy," Beast Boy said, "Yeah, and that's only the start... oooh... I have to go so bad...." Robin bounced slightly where he stood. "Just hold on for a little longer," Beast Boy said, before dragging Robin to a darker room like area. "Why are we in here?" Robin asked, "It's dark in here, I can't see you, and the others can't see us, you can go in here."

     

    Robin didn't know whether to thank Beast Boy, or to groan in distaste, "I can't just.... let loose... in here..." he moaned, "But then again... I'm gonna have an accident if I don't..." Robin sighed, he started to say something, but gasped as his front suddenly grew warm and wet. He pressed his hands tightly against his midsection, but he couldn't stop the ocean from pouring out, so he quickly pulled down the front of his leggings and let the rest flow freely onto the ground.

     

    "Uhhh... ummm...... ahhhhhhh....." he sighed. The stream had left a noticeable dark spot on his front, but he could hide it with his cape. For now he just stood silently as relief washed through his body. After he finished, he walked back to the others. Beast Boy was already there, the green changeling greeting Robin. "Feel better?"

     

    "I will once we get back home so I can change," Robin replied.

     

    (Not my best work, but ehh. I have gotten into a bit of a Teen Titans phase recently, so I decided to write this XD. I do not own the Teen Titans.)

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    T’was Brian’s second day of his second semester at the university where he’d transferred to continue his post-grad work. He’d not yet had a class in Richards Hall, the large building that had been the whole university way back when it was founded. He was looking forward to logic class, and a bathroom. His commute, which normally took twenty minutes, was complicated by icy roads and a snowstorm, and took nearly an hour, and Brian was nervous. He always got nervous when he was going someplace unfamiliar. He found a place to park on the street with five minutes until the start of class. It was only a two hour spot, and he doubted he’d even need it that long; it was only the first day, they’d probably just go over the syllabus and some housekeeping items.

    Brian plugged the meter for the whole two hours, just to be on the safe side, and headed across the street in a brisk walk through the snow and slush, and up a somewhat-shoveled walk to the old building. His feet were already cold and wet, and he felt his bladder slosh, he needed to pee badly, especially as he climbed the stairs to fourth floor. He reassured himself he’d feel much better once he sat down; there was not enough time to find a bathroom, he was already ten minutes late! He shoved open the door to the fourth floor, and his classroom was right there. Embarrassed by his tardiness, he opened the door and went in, interrupting the instructor.

    Brian immediately apologized and the instructor, James Randall, asked him his name. Brian told him, and explained his tardiness. Mr. Randall seemed very nice, but Brian decided not to push his luck, not to mention further his embarrassment, but asking where the bathroom was. He could find it after class. The teacher marked his as present, and told him to have a seat.

    The only seats left were in the front row. Brian took one near the center aisle, and sat down. Discretely, he loosened his belt and adjusted the waistband of his jeans to help his full bladder. He began to regret not finding a bathroom first. He had apparently missed any discussion of the syllabus or housekeeping. Mr. Randall started right into lecture and discussion, and Brian set himself to focus on it. It was interesting, and Mr. Randall seemed like an awesome teacher. Brian got into the discussion, though his bladder occasionally cramped, more and more often as the end of class neared. He blushed, and began to fidget a little, wondering how asinine he looked to his peers.

    The class finally ended, finally he could find a bathroom! His need was his top priority; he knew he’d waited too long, because he could barely walk. He held his cock through the pocket of his hoodie as he moved as fast as he could down the hall. He had no idea where he was going. Every corner he turned didn’t lead him to a men’s room.

    Panicking now, Brian stopped outside the elevators to try to find the bathroom on a floor map. Much to his embarrassment, he couldn’t stand still, let alone focus on anything to read it. If he did either, he’d wet his pants. He was really starting to worry that might just happen. He hurried on down the hall, turned the next corner, and found a line of guys. The men’s room! Thank goodness!

    He hurried right up to the door, his bladder beginning to loosen, anticipating the trough. Then, he was stopped.

    A guy had draped his arm across the doorway. “I don’t think so, man.”

    Brian felt hot wetness bloom on his boxer briefs. Fuck! I’m losing it! He held himself tight, not caring how childish he looked at this point. He had to do whatever it took not to wet himself. “I just want to use the trough, not the toilets, so please-“

    “Dude, there is no trough. There’s one urinal, and one toilet, and they’re both being used,” another guy explained. “This is the line for both.”

    Brian winced as he looked at the long line. He knew if he waited that long for the bathroom, it would be too late. Yet another guy in the line noticed his predicament, and beckoned to him.

    Brian hobbled over. “Is there another bathroom nearby?” He asked, desperately.

    “Well, no, not really, but if you want, I’ll let you have my place in line,” the guy offered. “You look like you’re about to pee your pants. I’m still pretty cool.”

    Brian considered it, but the guy was pretty near the end of the line. “Thanks, man, but I gotta go so bad I won’t be able to wait that long.”

    “There’s a bigger bathroom on the first floor, never a line,” the guy suggested.

    Brian bit his lips and held himself hard as a particularly strong wave of desperation came over him. “I don’t know where anything is in this building!”

    “I’ll take you there. Come on, the stairs are right here.” The guy left the line and led Brian towards a door that was labeled, ironically, Staircase P. Brian nearly lost it.

    “Come on, hurry!” The guy encouraged. “I’ll talk to you to keep your mind off of peeing!”

    Brian carefully followed the guy down the concrete stairs. The guy immediately began to chat. “I’m Jason, I’m working on my Masters, and I’m also a TA here. I teach remedial English to freshmen.”

    “I’m Brian.” He stopped on the third floor landing and potty-danced as he struggled to keep his bladder from exploding. He felt as if the warm spot on his boxer briefs had spread to encircle his entire crotch.

    “Come on, Brian, keep walking and talking with me! Don’t stop, we’re almost there!” Jason said, cheerfully. “I take it you’re new here, what brings you to here to the old U?”

    “My Masters.” Brian began to descend the stairs again, one at a time, one hand on the railing, the other on his crotch. He could feel his jeans had a small wet spot now. “Oh, fuck, this is so fucking embarrassing.”

    “No, embarrassing is wetting your khakis at a huge party because you broke the seal, and the line for the potty was too long. Come on, keep moving,” Jason coaxed.

    Brian had just started down the last flight of stairs when his bladder decided it had had enough. He quickly sat down on a step, and rocked back and forth, holding his cock, knowing he was sheer moments away from peeing his pants, in school!

    “Come on, Brian, we’re almost there,” Jason encouraged, then looked back and saw Brian’s condition. “Oh, no, Brian…”

    His bladder exploded. Hot piss flooded his crotch, pooled in his lap, and ran in seemingly endless waterfalls down the stairs. He struggled to stop, to regain some kind of control, but his bladder had taken over, and continued to soak him until it was satisfied it was somewhat down to its normal size again. He buried his face in his arms, totally humiliated. He couldn’t even look at Jason, the polite young man who’d tried to help him.

    He felt hands on his shoulders. It was Jason. “Hey, it’s okay. Everyone’s limits get pushed at some point or another.”

    Brian looked up. He wasn’t crying, but it was a near thing. “I…I never pissed myself before.” He said it very quietly. “Well, not since I was a kid.”

    Jason chuckled a little. “I did. A few times, actually, all while drinking. The most embarrassing time was at that house party, though. Whatever possessed me to wear khakis to a house party I’ll never know, probably freshman stupidity, but there were probably close to a hundred people in that little house, one bathroom, and unlimited beer. When the need hit me, I was dancing, so I guess I didn’t feel it as soon as I would have otherwise. Like I said the house was packed with people, and it was hard to get around. I was looking urgently for either the bathroom or a door to the “outside” bathroom. I found the actual bathroom first, and it was busy, but I decided to get in line anyway, maybe I could hold it. But, I couldn’t. I held it as long as I could, but I just exploded right there, third in line!”

    “Well, at least no one witnessed this besides you.” Brian said.

    “If we don’t get out of here, someone might be along to witness it at any time though,” Jason pointed out.

    “Fuck, that’s true. Oh, what am I going to do? I never pissed myself before.”

    “At least you feel a lot better now that you have, don’t you?” Jason asked, and gestured at the pools on the stairs and first floor landing below. “I mean, damn, you must’ve really had to go bad!”

    “I still have to go,” Brian said. “But yeah, I do feel better now that I’ve peed some. I just wish I hadn’t done it in my pants, because I have no idea how I’m going to get out of here without anyone seeing.”

    “I’ll help you.” Jason offered his hand and helped pull Brain up. “Take your hoodie off and tie it around your waist…good! Now hold your backpack in front, and follow close behind me. The men’s room is very near.”

    “So close, and yet it was too far for me,” Brian said, and managed a half-assed laugh.

    “Not for me,” Jason said. “I still need to pee. And, while I didn’t need to go so bad upstairs, I do now.” He opened the door to the first floor, and turned a quick left to the men’s room, already beginning to undo the many buttons on the fly of his black dress pants. He shoved open the door and hurried to the first urinal. They had the large bathroom all to themselves.

    Brian grabbed a roll of paper towels and locked himself one of the handicapped stalls. He unzipped his wet pants and peed in the toilet for nearly two minutes, until his bladder was empty. After that, he realized how sore it was, he hadn’t just pushed his limits, he’d clearly gone beyond them. He took off his jeans so he could take off his wet boxer briefs. Cringing a bit, he wrung them out in the toilet, and wrapped them in paper towel.

    “You need anything, Brian?” Jason asked, as he rapped on the door.

    Brian shoved the wet underwear into a side zipper pocket, and considered the condition of his pants. They were soaked front and back, from waistband to knees. “Oh…I don’t know! I’m going to freeze my ass off on the way home.” He felt tears welling in his eyes, and he sniffled.

    “Well, we can’t have that!” Jason replied, his voice chipper and positive. “I live right across the street, and I have a washer and dryer, and even some spare pants that look like they would fit you. I also don’t have to teach until five forty five. So, we’ve got plenty of time to get your clothes washed; you can even take a shower. We can toke a bowl or two out of my new bong, and I’ll even make you dinner. What do you say?”

    Brian dried his jeans as well as he could. He was smiling, though. “How could I say no to an offer like that?” And, his smile showed in his voice. The tears never split down his cheeks, thank goodness.

    “Ok, dry off as good as you can in here, I’ve got to run up to my office and grab my coat and backpack. I’ll be back in five minutes!”

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    ** This is the first story I have ever attempted writing. Please comment with what you think and suggestions. I do not have English spelling/grammar check and sometimes even if I type it correctly the computer changes it. Haven't found a good solution for this yet, except for proof reading which I have done, but another "fresh" set of eyes always helps.

    Chapter 1-

    I wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary to happen that day. I was lined up with my class mates waiting for my turn to use the restroom, when Mrs. Williams, the school principal, and a young professional looking woman walked to my teacher and began talking in hushed voices. I felt their eyes on me but kept my eyes fixed on the green carpeting at my feet.

    I was 15 years old and had been held back a few years, yet lined up with my class mates you would never guess that I was so much older than them. In fact, despite the age difference, I was still one of the smallest in our grade.

    The Principal, Mrs. Williams and a young professional looking woman approached me. Mrs. Williams asked if I would please come with them to her office. She assured me that I was not in trouble, but that they would like to talk to me.

    As we walked the two of them talked incesently, asking me if I liked my teacher, if iIhad siblings, what my favorite color was. I find this behavior extremely irritating. I wonder why some people feel the need to fill every silent moment with worthless chatter. I have never found silence “awkward” nor “uncomfortable”, quite the contrary actually, I find silence beautiful, sacred even. I do not speak to anyone. I learned to speak when I was younger, but gave it up shortly thereafter. Occasionally I will wander off and whisper a word or phrase into my hands, just to know that I am sitll able to speak. Sometimes I think about standing up one day and saying something, but I can never decide on what it is that I would say. What could I possibly say that would be so important that I would shatter the Silence for it?

    We walked into Mrs. Williams office and both women continue talking at me. They are talking faster now and the noise is constant. When one pauses to take a breath, the other immediately jumps in. Finding the commotion extremely uncomfortable, I retreat deeper within myself.

    I had been living in a foster home for almost a year. My father drank a lot and had an unpredictable temper. Sometimes he would settle into his favorite chair with a bottle and nothing could rouse him.

    Other times, even the most benign things would send him into a rage. He would transform in seconds. His face would flush crimson, his eyebrows would turn inward and the veins on his neck and forehead looked as if at any moment they could burst. His animal eyes, wild and bloodshot, would lock in on me, and I would become his prey. I would endure being beaten and raped by him, for I knew that soon enough the drink would once again wash over him, extinguishing all the strength he had left. He would collapse into a corner, or a doorway, or simply in a heap on the floor, and I would once again have my Silence. I always took a pride that no matter what he had done to me, it was always him, not I, who was left utterly defeated at the end of it all.

    It was not due to his mistreatment of me that I wound up in foster care though. I was ony put into foster care after my father was court ordered to spend 3 months at an inpatient rehabilitation center, due to his habit of driving while intoxicated. I was then placed, temporarily, in foster care. However, once my father had completed his mandatory 3 months he decided, either due to convienience, guilt, fear, or remorse, to relinquish his parental rights and responsibilities completly.

    I really diddn’t care what his reasons were, or even that he had given me away. It was ony the bedwetting that had become an issue. I had occasionally wet the bed at my fathers house, but he never seemed to notice or care about it. When I moved into the foster house it it started happening more often, and it did not go unnoticed. My foster mother was a nice person and I felt bad about being such a burden on her. I could tell sometimes that she was fed up with it all. I know she has a lot to take care of...

    The urge to use the restroom pulls me out of my daydreaming and back to reality. Mrs. Williams and the younger woman, who calls herself Miss Julie, are still talking to me. It has been almost an hour since they took me from the bathroom line and the pressure in my bladder is getting to be too much. I squirm in my chair trying to find a good position to hold it back.

    Mrs. Williams photocopies my school files and Miss Julie is continues talking to me. She stops talking and watches me squirm for a while. She opens her mouth to speak and I hope she is about to offer a restroom break but instead, she says, “its nothing that you did wrong, we just think you will be more comfortable in a different setting.”

    Maybe I should have paid more attention. What was she talking about? We were obviously about to go somewhere, but where?

    Mrs. Willams hands the photocopied file to Miss Julie who puts it into her bag. She then firmly takes my hand and we begin walking to the door. Becoming desperate, I yank my hand back and start sprinting towards the restroom. Miss Julie yells to the nearby gym teacher who intercepts, picks me up, and brings me to the van outside.

    The gym teacher places me in the van. Miss Julie thanks the gym teacher for his help and then directs me to a car seat in the very back row. She explains that due to new safety regulations that sometiems even “big girls” have to sit in carseats. The term “big girl” amkes me cringe as Miss Julie buckels me in.

    The worst thing about sitting in this seat is that my legs are forced apart by a big plastic buckel that clasps at the crotch. Miss Julie begins to drive and I hope that wherever we are going isn’t too far.

    Not being able to close my legs completely puts me at a big disadvantage. A wave of pressure comes over my bladder and a small stream of the warm liquid spurts out into my underwear. I quickly stop it by pressing my crotch hard against the buckel and leaning into it with all my weight.

    This strategy works well until the car hits a pothole and another stream of urine rushes into my pants. I push up even harder against the buckel to stop it, but the warm pee continues to soak my underwear. I feel it soak through my pants and into the seat, forming a little puddle around my bottom. Finally, I am able to stop the flow, but the damage has been done.

    I try and think of a way to hide this from Miss Julie, but I soon realize that she is going to have to come in very close contact with my crotch just to let me out of the car seat.

    There is nothing I can do at this point. I feel compeletly defeated. My bladder is still begging to be emptied and I decide to just let it go. I pull back from the Buckel and without any more prompting warm pee again floods my pants. I relax and feel it the puddle around my bottom and thighs grow and the slant of the car seat keeps it there.

    It feels so nice to finally have the weight lifted from my bladder, but I’m anxious about how Miss Julie will react. I don’t particularly like her, but I want to please her at the same time.

    We keep driving and the seat fabric has absorbed a good amount of my accident. I begin to sort of enjoy the wet squishy feeling when the van pulls into a parking lot and Miss Julie announces cheerfully, “We’re here!”

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    By the end of her first session, Twilight was almost beside herself. She’d forced her mind to focus on each case, but her need, or non-need or whatever it was had begun to feel unbearable. As the last petitioner filed out of the room, she stood to stretch. She refused to chew her lip in nervousness, though she wanted to. She could feel the bulge in her abdomen where her bladder sat, an angry mass of liquid trying to push itself out. She could not give in.

    There had been a break. In fact, there had been multiple, three or four though she couldn’t remember which. All, however, had been full of ponies, new ponies, noble ponies, that were oh so eager to meet their new princess. They needed to meet her, they had all insisted. So she had listened.

    Now, however, she began to regret that listening. She’d been forced to consume more water throughout the day given how much she spoke. Her discomfort had grown and grown, but now maybe, just maybe it’d be near the end. This very idea made her back legs try to come together, hold it all back, but she stopped them after a brief twitch. She knew she had to wait for Celestia to officially end the court. Thankfully, the eldest alicorn did so swiftly.

    “Thou did most impressively, Twilight.” Luna informed her with a warm smile, stretching herself.

    “Yes, Twilight. We’re so proud of you.” Celestia added, giving her an affectionate nuzzle, like a mother would to her foal.

    In spite of everything, Twilight beamed.

    Another signal from her bladder, however, caused her smile to falter. This wasn’t unnoticed by Celestia.

    “Are you alright, Twilight?” She questioned, concern evident.

    The lavender alicorn nodded, but looked away. “I’m just tired, Princess.”

    “Celestia.” Celestia corrected, a smile still present but the worry still lurked in her gaze.

    “Celestia.” Twilight stated with a nod.

    “If you’re quite certain, Twilight.” The youngest princess nodded emphatically. “Than I will have a guard escort you back to your room. They will be instructed to keep all who intend to monopolize your attention at bay until tomorrow.”

    Before Twilight could interject, the white Alicorn looked around the room, spotting a particular guard and giving a small, mischievous smile. Perhaps this could improve her distracted student’s mood.

    “Flash, please take Twilight back to her room. Anyone who tries to talk to her beforehand is to be told she will be available in the morning.”

    The orange stallion nodded, bowed, and then turned to Twilight. “Shall I lead the way, Princess Sparkle?” He questioned.

    She gave a meek nod, her face flushed as she followed the earth pony out of the room.

    Celestia had done that on purpose, she realized. With good intention, Twilight was sure, but it was the last thing the new princess really wanted. Celestia must’ve noticed the small crush Twilight had developed on the stallion, who was only slightly older than her. It’d have been inappropriate to act on, she was sure, given her status now, but he was fun to think about. Celestia’s encouragement couldn’t be a bad sign either. Under normal circumstances, say where she wasn’t afraid she might accidentally piss herself in front of him, Twilight would’ve been glad for his company.

    These were not normal circumstances.

    Flash Sentry tried to make small talk at first, but quickly noticed how distracted his charge seemed to be. It was unlike her based on the encounters they’d shared previously, but he supposed she must’ve had a lot on her mind. He’d asked about her first day in the court only to receive vague answers at best. As he rounded the last corner to the staircase leading to her room, her heard the familiar footsteps stop, causing the stallion to pause and turn around.

    There stood his new princess, blushing furiously and biting her lip, her back legs moving together in an absolutely unmistakable motion, her forelegs trotting nervously in place. Her normally slim frame had been hidden by the gown she’d worn for court, but now it pulled aside and he could see a large bulge in her abdomen.

    Flash said absolutely nothing, just stood, jaw agape, as he watched Twilight Sparkle doing a potty dance in front of him.

    Tears began to form on her cheeks as she tried to get her bladder in check. Surely this wasn’t happening. She couldn’t possibly be about to lose control of herself in front of a stallion she was extremely attracted to on her first real day as a princess. It was a bad dream, any second now she’d wake up in her bed and run to her bath chambers, relieve herself and go back to sleep. The moment, however, didn’t end. Her focus was to shot for magic to help herself, and she realized she was fighting a losing battle.

    Some needs were needs, even for an alicorn.

    A drop escaped, and the new princess suddenly went completely still. Every muscle tensed against what she feared was about to happen.

    “Your… Your Majesty…” Flash murmured, as the rapid stillness took over her body. “We should… Can you…” His mind blanked. Against his will, he felt a discomfort of his own forming under his armor as his stallionhood began to poke forward and his wings start to stiffen. Not now! Now was not the time for that! But his armor would hide it, at least he hoped, for the time being. His wings, however, were another matter.

    Twilight forced herself to take one step forward, and then another. Her escort blinked stupidly before shaking his head, getting himself back into reality. He walked beside her as the lavender alicorn made her way slowly up the stairs. They narrowed out at the top, causing him to allow her in front, and he walked behind. He couldn't pull his wings in, so he found himself grateful to have Twilight in the lead. Somehow her gown had been thrown entirely to one side of her body, exposing her behind. He could see fluid dripping out. It wasn’t a quick process, but it was happening. He felt his member starting to throb painfully as did his wings, as he began to hate himself for it, but it wasn’t going to stop any time soon.

    Finally the duo reached the doorway to her room. Flash stood beside the door, and saluted, though it was hooved rather than winged, the princess didn't seem to notice. He could at least give an appropriate send off despite his hideously inappropriate thoughts at the moment.

    Twilight stared at the stallion helplessly, looking from him to the door. She’d resumed her dance again. “Could you… Um… Could you get the door?” She asked, almost silently.

    Flash, thankfully, understood, and opened it. Twilight dashed inside, moving as quickly as she could to her bath chambers, only to be blocked by another door. She didn’t have the focus to open it with magic, and like most magic users, was useless with her hooves.

    “FLASH!” She exclaimed desperately. “GET IN HERE!”

    He hadn’t even had time to close the first door as he rushed inside, quickly opening the second one.

    “Thankyou.” Twilight murmured quickly, as she stepped into the room.

    She tried to make it to at least the bath. She really did. But there, just in front of relief, her bladder gave and began to empty itself completely.

    Twilight stood still, trying to get herself under control, but failing to do so as urine continued to cascade out of her body. After a few seconds, she sighed in resignation, and relaxed her muscles. Liquid poured out, minute after minute, until the youngest princess finally had released everything she’d fought so hard to keep in the entire day. Her eyes were firmly glued shut, and she found herself trying not to cry.

    She heard a door shut after some time, and looked up. Her escort was nowhere to be seen. This was the breaking point.

    She began crying, lightly at first, but quickly deteriorating to sobbing. She’d clean up when she finished, but for now, having just wet herself like a foal in front of Flash, she felt to pathetic to do much of anything.

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    "Today is the big day." thought benny to himself as he got out of bed, attempting not to wake his to be bride, nix. nix was a pretty girl, red hair, green eyes, and was overall intelligent. as he walked out of bed, he heard a noise at the door, but couldn't help but notice the damp spot he felt between his legs, then looked down at the bed and saw she had gone in the middle of the night. wanting to stay calm and avoid a fight, he changed clothes and went to the door. as he was about to open it he realized that if it was a zom, he could have been attacked, so he looked through the eyehole, and saw it was in fact lilah. calming himself, he opened the door and to his surprise she was crying. she wiped her eyes and said "the reason im here is chong passed during the night, and although he didnt reanimate, i wish he did so i could die along with him." benny replied with "what? do you have any idea how? if its not too much to ask, after all he was my best friend.".

    she was sobbing at this point and nix yelled from upstairs,"OH MY F****** GOD!!" shocked, benny remembered what he had seen this morning. lilah asked why she was upset and benny replied, "she wet the bed last night, but i didnt wanna make her upset. oh well to that idea." when lilah replied with laughter, he said "you shouldn't be laughing, you had a similar problem not too long ago. you probably haven't even solved your problem." she slugged him in the arm and he said, trying not to laugh "the truth hurts." by the time nix came down, she was so worked up she forgot to change, and her pants were wet as well as the back of her shirt. when she saw lilah, she tried to run up the stairs, but lilah shouted " if you run away and wont talk to me, everyone in the town will know that you're a bedwetter." nix started to cry, but benny went over and comforted her, while glaring at lilah and said," if you even think of humiliating her like that again, you will have to deal with me.", and then he added,"oh and by the way, i have pictures from the night you spent on OUR couch, and the stain is still there." when lilah met his gaze, she said, "fine, you have my word i wont say anything to the town. only under one condition though. you have to get her to swear not to tell." when nix spoke, her words like music, she said,"i swear that i will not speak of this."

    Thank you all for reading! this is my first story and well it will be continued very shortly. i apreciate feedback, so if you would like to contact me, my skype name is daniel.snyder120. thanks again,

    ~ The lord of the wastes.

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    I pulled up into the driveway of Monica's, my girlfriend's, house, walked up to the door and knocked. We hadn't seen each other in a week, both being unreasonably busy, and I was excited to see her again, even if it was to be just a simple evening spent together at her place. Maybe even more so.

    She opened the door and gave me a bright smile. Monica is a fox, like me, but an Arctic one – her fur is mostly pure white, except for the tips of her tail and her ears. It's also longer than mine, even in summer, and silky to the touch. My brown coat, next to hers, feels like sandpaper. On her chest and belly, in a narrowing stripe, where foxes of more typical coloration have their white belly fur, hers is instead even softer and more delicate. Just seeing it made me want to press my face against it. And I could see it, because she was only wearing a bra and shorts. It was reasonable, in this weather, but I appreciated nevertheless.

    I stepped in and she pulled me into a tight hug. 'Hey, Vic', she said, and gave me a kiss. I smoothed the fur on her back with my paw.

    We retreated into the kitchen. I sat down and watched her as she made tea, perhaps paying more attention than I should have to her slim rump and legs. And doing that, I noticed something strange: she was standing with her legs pressed together, rubbing her thighs slightly against each other as she shifted her weight. Her bushy brush of a tail twitched nervously, smacking the cupboards every few seconds. I wondered. Did she need to pee? Was she that excited to see me again? Both? The thought of the last of option made me a little hot.

    'Vic? Victor? I don't mind you staring, but try to listen to what I say.'

    'Oh. I'm sorry. What were you saying?', I stammered. At the moment I could have sworn my ears were giving off enough heat to warm the house.

    'I was asking you about the conference. You'd been gushing about it for weeks, how was it in the end?' The keetle boiled and she turned back towards the counter.

    I told her about it as she poured the water. I couldn't help but notice that as it flowed she bent forward slightly, sticking out her bottom at me and squeezing her legs together so much they trembled. A small gasp escaped her. She didn't think I could hear it over the pouring water, but I could, and I was now sure that she needed to pee, badly. But why?

    We kept talking and I kept watching her, taking opportunities to glance at her body under the table. She was curling her toes constantly, her claws scraping against the floor, and several times I caught her rubbing her abdomen, as if trying to relieve a cramp. Her legs never went an inch apart.

    I was wondering. She had a serious need to pee, she could pee at any moment, but she chose not to. Why? I didn't think she knew about my preferences in this matter. Was she doing it because she shared them? Was she enjoying it? I found myself getting seriously excited at the thought. I could help my drying mouth with the tea, but not the lack of space occuring in my pants.

    She stood up and stretched – very carefully, not to pull on her bladder.

    'Come on, let's watch the film. I understood nothing the first time around, maybe you'll help.'

    We settled on the sofa in the living room. I put on the movie on the laptop and set it on a chair in front of us. I put my arm around Monica and held her left paw with mine, and she leaned against me. She shifted slighly as she pressed her legs together every few seconds. Her tail wrapped around my back and rested my lap, helping me conceal my erection. If she noticed, she didn't show it.

    Ten minutes into the film, she cracked open a can of soda. I wondered. She couldn't have possibly been thirsty. Was she trying to fill her bladder? I decided to drop the games and ask.

    'Monica, why won't you go to the bathroom? I can see you have to.'

    Her green eyes glared at me over the can. Monica hesitated, and bit her lip. She started to say something, but shook her head and looked away. Then she took my right paw and said:

    'Let me show you something.'

    She pulled back the waistband of her shorts and slowly slid my paw against the crotch of her panties. Carefully, I touched the fabric. It was damp, slightly sticky, and incredibly hot, as if she had an oven down there. I couldn't help but rub against it. Monica gasped and threw her head back, letting out a shuddering sigh. I pulled my paw out.

    She looked me in the eye. Her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, and she was panting softly. She moved in closer to my face, and with deliberation grabbed my paw and brought it in between our noses. The intense scent of her arousal lingering on my fur overwhelmed my senses, making me shudder with excitement. I kissed her on the lips and reached for her breast, but she pulled out.

    'Not yet.' she said in a shaky whisper. 'Won't be long, I'd been drinking water for an hour before you came'. Her hand trembled as she lifted the soda can and gulped down the remainder. She tossed the empty can to the side and gave me a naughty grin... as she reached for another one. The tightness in my pants was getting downright painful.

    Over the next thirty minutes, as we kissed and fondled, her urgent need transformed into intense desperation. I watched in fascination as she constantly ground her hips into the sofa and openly rubbed her paw against her crotch. She was constantly panting with arousal, her muzzle hanging open, and she felt burning hot against me. Her left paw caressed her abdomen, now visibly proturding with the bulge of her bladder.

    I couldn't believe my luck. I was going out of my mind with excitement. It was the most arousing sight I had ever seen or even concieved, this beautiful vixen squirming with her bladder about to explode and aroused beyond sanity.

    I slid my right paw down her body to her abdomen and pressed gently. Right under her soft fur, I could feel the rock-hard roundness of her completely full bladder. It felt like it had stretched to fill all space between her hips, and extended up to her navel. I pressed a little harder, and she cried out with pain and urgency. Her entire body tensed up with the effort to hold against the overwhelming pressure.

    She pushed me away, and in slow, deliberate movements she stood up. She couldn't come close to standing straight and stayed bent forward, one of her hands holding her bladder, as if to stop gravity from tugging at it. Her rump was inches from my nose. Suddenly, her tail smacked me right across the face.

    'Sorry!', she gasped. 'I can't stand it any more. I'm going to the bathroom, and then...'. She didn't bother to finish; there was no need to.

    But I was right behind her. I grabbed her by the elbow and spun her around. She stared at me, startled.

    'Come on', I said. 'I thought you enjoyed this.'

    I pulled her into a kiss, and reached to pull down her shorts and panties, caring not to put any pressure on her bladder. She struggled for a second, but when I reached around and touched the inside of her thigh, she let out a deep moan and responded to my kiss. Her panties dropped to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. I stepped back for a moment to work on her bra.

    'This is insanity', she gasped.

    'Yes', I agreed.

    I lowered her onto her back on the sofa. I tried to spare her any strain, but she still hissed with pain as her stomach musles tugged at her bladder.

    I stipped out of my own clothes and joined her. She was on her back, staring at me with anticipation, barely able to move. She was heaving with lust, desire and pain. Her fur was damp over most of her body, even in places where it wouldn't normally get sweaty, and she radiated heat of arousal. I could smell it, too, the intense, sweet scent of pure sexual need setting my nerves on fire and making my head swim.She no longer had her fingers between her legs, but I could see her straining to contain her body's urges just a while longer. I could also see the while wouldn't be long.

    I leaned over her and kissed her. She responded in force, wrapping her arms and legs around me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her moving undearneath me, fighting against her desire to pee. Her intimate fur rubbed against my erection.

    I pulled out and looked her in the eye. I said, 'Tell me how you feel.'

    She gasped in anguish. 'You know damn well how I feel.'

    I licked and kissed her neck, moving slowly downwards. 'Tell me. Please.'

    She started speaking. 'I need to piss so bad I can barely hold it. The urge is so strong I need to squeeze back all the time. It hurts and the pressure is...' I reached her nipple and sucked on it, while fondling her breast with my fingers. She moaned in crumbling pleasure for a second before she composed herself enough to talk again. 'I'm so horny I feel like I'm on fire. I can't...' She let out a frustrated wail. 'Do something about this!'

    I didn't need to be told twice. I moved my muzzle down, tracing a line through the impossibly soft fur of her belly. I stopped to lick the solid bulge of her distended bladder. I could feel and see her muscles spasming and straining, barely stopping it from emptying. Her cries urged me on.

    Her crotch was soaked in her fluids. Its scent hit me like a brick wall, overwhelming my senses and making me dig my claws into Monica's hips. I put my tongue and mouth to work at her own engorged lips, and was rewarded with moans of pleasure. Her paws were on my head. Her hips bucked, pressing her crotch into my face, craving more stimulation. I couldn't imagine what it was doing to her need to pee.

    I moved back up and kissed her, making her sample her own taste.

    'Ready?' I asked.

    'Yes. Be gentle.' Her voice was weak and trembling.

    I was. I put it in very slowly, trying not to hurt her bladder. I could feel it, its wall rubbing against my shaft and its huge roundness pressing into my abdomen. Her musles were so clenched she gripped me like a vice. I stayed in, not moving, to let her adjust.

    She moaned in ecstasy and excruciating pain, gripping me with her legs around my hips and her arms around my back. I started to move. I couldn't avoid pressing into her overstretched bladder with every thurst, and every time she cried out in pain. But she was moving with me, lost in the mix of bliss and agony.

    Finally, she let out one more cry, louder and longer than any previous one, and stopped breathing. She pressed herself into me with all her strength in a silent yet tremendous gesture, her claws digging into my back and her rock-hard bladder ramming into my gut. Her entire body spasmed and her floogates broke, releasing the long-withheld liquid with startling pressure. She wailed a moan of relief as both of her body's desperate urges were satisfied at once. That was the last straw for me as well, and seconds later I collapsed next to her now limp form. She was still peeing full force, oblivious of anything but her release.

    A minute later, I was lying on my back and she was relaxed on top of me, her head on my chest, staring in my eyes. She brought up her paw. It was stained red around her claws.

    'I came so hard I stabbed you.', she giggled. 'I'm sorry.'

    'Don't worry,' I said, 'it was worth it', and kissed her.

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    I woke up pinned to the bed by a big and warm weight. Groggily reaching out, I discovered that the weight had soft fur long enough to almost completely bury my paw in, and opening my eyes I saw that it had a face, currently planted right on top of my chest. Two blue eyes, wide open and staring into mine, were surrounded by a corona of snow-white fur, longer than you would expect on an oridinary fox but just right for her Arctic face, topped by triangular, tufted, black-tipped ears, perked up at attention.

    'Morning', said Monica. She didn't bother to lift her head to open her mouth, and it came out as 'mwnng'.

    'Hello', I said 'are you really comfortable like this?'

    She was lying on top of me, on her belly, with her nose in the middle of my chest and her lower body down between my legs, feet hanging off the edge of my bed.

    'Not really. But I'm flexible.', I decyphered.

    She demonstrated that by stretching like a cat, planting her paws on both sides of my head and lifting her bottom. Her tail arched above her, spreading out like a fluffy white umbrella, tipped with black. Pretty as it was, it was futile to try and keep my eyes on it, with a sight as shapely as there just below it.

    As she stretched, she shivered slightly and gave a small moan of contention before slumping back on top of me. She kept her arms up, holding my shoulders, and her eyes on mine. Her stare was almost so intense as to be intimidating, and not finding anything to say, I reached out to stroke the flowing fur on her neck and scratch her behind the ears, making her purr with pleasure and rub her muzzle against my chest with affection. She shifted on top of me, moving her legs.

    I grabbed a handful of her neck fur and pulled gently. A whole tuft of fine white hair came loose, stuck to my claws and fingers.

    'You're shedding, again' I said in mock accusation. Spring was just starting, and with her semi-long fur, Monica would be spending this turn of seasons leaving obscene quantities stray hair everywhere she went and bullying hours-long brushing sessions out of me on a daily basis.

    She tilted her head to free her jaw. 'At least I have something to shed. You always look like you just got trimmed.'

    She wasn't wrong, unfortunately – my dark brown fur was never longer than just existent. But I couldn't let her have the last word. 'At least I have some colour to me. You're just blank.' But I had complimented her on her snowy fur way to often for this to have any impact, and she didn't dignify it with an answer. Instead she grunted and squirmed again. I kept stroking her back.

    'You know,' she drawled, 'I really have to pee.'

    'Do you?' I was certainly interested.

    'Yeah. I woke up with a really full bladder, and that was... half an hour ago, or so. I thought I'd wake you up and go, but you wouldn't come around, and I got too comfortable.' She certainly didn't look comfortable, the way her legs kept rubbing against each other.

    'Oh I'm sure. You wouldn't do it on purpose, would you?' She pouted at me. I knew of how much holding in her pee turned her on, and though I did tease her about it on occasion, I couldn't deny that I enjoyed it at least as much as she did. In fact, she could definetely feel my enjoyment poking her in the chest now.

    'Maybe I would, if I knew you'd react that way', she giggled. She lifted herself up and slid forward, until her head rested on my shoulder, and her arms beside my shoulders. Then, with utmost care, she lowered herself and pressed her lower belly down on my member. I gasped at the pleasure of her fine, soft fur enveloping me, and I felt something more: in her abdomen, the round, solid hardness of her full bladder. She gently nipped the scruff of my neck with her teeth and pressed the overfilled ballon into my crotch, while grinding hers into my thigh. I held her and felt her tremble with effort as she fought the desperate urge she inflicted on herself; she let out a deep moan of pain and pleasure as she collapsed next to me, holding her proturding abdomen away from any further pressure and panting heavily. I held and kissed her, paws wandering down to her bottom, quivering with her need. She responded enthusiastically, and two hard proofs that what she did was not just for my enjoyment poked me in the chest.

    'You're magical, you know that?' I said as I finally pulled back.

    She laughed. 'I'm just perverted. And my perversion matches yours.', she said with a strained voice, hungrily eyeing my erection.

    'I don't care for the difference.' I kissed her again. Even as she pushed her tongue into my muzzle, she whimpered and squirmed desperately, clutching her crotch with the paw that wasn't fondling my buttocks. Her entire body strained as she fought to hold back the pressure in her bladder.

    'Okay, I've really gotta go now', she gasped and made a move to run for the bathroom. But I wasn't going to let her go that easily. I pinned her down on her back, holding her arms and legs down with mine, staying clear of her tender belly. After a token attempt to wiggle herself free and an annoyed sound she settled down and glowered at me half in accusation, half in anticipation and excitement.

    'But I thought you were enjoying this?' She managed to keep her pouty face on for a few more seconds, but then burst out giggling, throwing her head back. This did no good to her bladder, and I let her yank her left arm from my grasp and rub it against the outlet, whimpering urgently.

    'I do.' She sounded breathless. 'But you'll have a wet bed if I don't go.' She grinned madly.

    I leant down and pressed my nose against hers, forcing her to look me in the eye. Her nose was wet. 'You've never worried about that before. You're not going anywhere.'

    She let out an indignant howl. 'I have to go to the bathroom... or I'm going here!'. She seemed proud of her choice of words, giggling even as her paws and thighs worked overtime propping up the floodgates. I tutted at her with disapproval.

    'You're drink.' I declared.

    'At this hour? Are you crazy?'

    'You have a problem.'

    'YOU have a problem. It's making girls piss your bed.'

    'Or you're high. You're laughing and grinning. While about to piss my bed. Sober people don't act like that.'

    'It's your fault.'

    'Excuse me?'

    'I'm not drunk. I'm happy, I'm horny, in love and about to piss myself, and it's all your fault anyway.'

    'Ha! Always blaming me. You got yourself into that.'

    'Yeah. But you're keeping me here way too long,' She kissed me. 'but now I'm going to the loo.'

    Still reeling from the exchange, I didn't stop her from getting up. She stood up and hobbled, bent forward and with a paw in her crotch, towards the bathroom. Her tail was sticking high up, and I could see a wet patch of fur between her legs, matching a dark spot on the bedding. Halfway into her slow shuffle to the bathoom, I sprang up and stood in the doorway, blocking her way just a meter in front of her.

    'Nuh-uh. You think I'll let the fun go that soon?'

    She cried out in anguish. She was standing bent deep forward, with one hand on her hip and the other rubbing vigorously in her crotch, her legs squirming and pressing together. She was doing a pee dance, constantly tiptoeing in place. Her face was flushed and she was heaving, I couldn't tell if with need or lust, and anyway, for her it was often the same thing. Her desperately overfilled bladder made a bulge in her abdomen, and the quivering bush of her tail swished urgently. Small patches of dampness showed on her crotch, thighs and sticking out butt, evidence of a few good spurts already escaped.

    She groaned and stopmed. 'Fine. I'll give you your fun.' Before I could respond, she took a step forward and straightened out, pulling her paws back to her sides. A brief stream of urine escaped from her pussy, not able to hold back without aid, and pattered on the floor. She embraced me and pushed me into the bathroom, kissing me on the mouth. She lost another spurt, and I felt moisture spread on my leg. She led me, half-blind, to the toilet, pushed me onto the open seat and straddled me, but this time she couldn't take the pressure; with every movement, another small jet of pee escaped into our fur. I slid my fingers down her back, bottom, under her tail and into her sticky and burning hot folds, making her whimper in pleasure and release more, finally giving up. I felt her body relax and then strain as she pushed out a powerful stream. We were both immediately soaked; torrents and rivulets of urine flowing and pattering down into the bowl and onto the floor. Monica stopped keeping up with the kiss and released a deep, powerful moan of relief. As her bladder empied, she slumped back onto me, breathing heavily into my ear.

    But she had only a few seconds of rest. As soon as she relieved one desire, another took its place, compouneded and fueled by the release. She stood up and pulled me to my feet, only to push me into the shower cabin. She stepped in after me and bit down on my neck, reaching down for my waiting member...

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