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  • A Wet Night with a Dragon

    By MasterXploder

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

    By SlothWhispers

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

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

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

    One glorious, beautiful, terrifying person.

    Yumeko.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ~~~

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

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

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

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

    "Yumeko..."

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

    "Fuck..."

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

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

    Holy shit.

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

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

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

    "What a fuckin' rush..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    She needed to wait for Yumeko.

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

    ~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Damn it. 

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

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

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

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

    "You disgust me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "Y-Yeah, but..."

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

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

    ~~~

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

    "Fuck, Yumeko, please..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    I can't let our game end yet! 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    "So you still haven't learned your lesson..." Despite the cold gaze, she could tell that, this time, it was more for show than actual disappointment. "I guess I'll have to raise the stakes then..."
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Isabelle the Tree Climber

Isabelle was fidgety the whole car ride to the pool. She was constantly tapping her foot, crossing and uncrossing her legs. When we got there, we excitedly leapt out of the car and put our things down where my parents had told us. ”Okay, let’s go in the pool. I’ll race you!” she said. ”Not yet,” I told her, “I saw a cool tree I wanna climb last time we were here. It’s just down the path over there.” I pointed to a patch of woods near the gate. I could tell she was shifting her weight from foot to foot. “I think we should go in the pool first. Even if it’s just real quick to cool off, ‘cause it’s really hot out.” ”I don’t want to be wet when we walk through the woods, we’ll get muddy.” Isabelle made a look of discomfort. ”If you want to stay here, I’ll just go,” I said, knowing she would stay with me.  She did. As soon as we entered the path, out of sight and earshot of our parents, her hands went between her legs. “Okay, I know you’re too stupid to realize this, but I wanted to go in the pool first because I really need to tinkle.” I feigned innocence. “That’s really gross. You shouldn’t pee in the pool.” ”Like you don’t!” She kept squeezing herself again and again,  no more than three seconds between each squeeze. She was clearly on the verge of leaking. “Can you please just make this quick? I’m about to go in my bathing suit.” ”You gotta climb the tree with me,” I said as we came upon it. ”What? No! Jacob, I’m NOT doing that. You know I don’t like heights.” ”I want you to face your fears. I’ll help you, even. It’s easy.” I leapt up to the first branch and swung myself higher and higher, climbing like a monkey. I looked down at Isabelle, who was twisted up like a pretzel and holding her hands behind her butt. She shook her head. “Come on, Izzy, it’s really not that bad.” ”I’m about to wet myself,” she said, emphasizing every word. I leapt down. ”You can do it. I believe in you,” I joked. ”I have to fart really bad but I might pee,” she said, giggling and tightening her grip on her hands. “Isabelle, come on! Ill even give you a boost. Come here.” Unfinished

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Superhuman

In an undisclosed location lies a school for students with unique abilities and gifts. These abilities can include flight, invisibility, super strength, et cetera... This school is meant to allow these students to explore and hone their skills, so that they can safely control them out in the real world. Stepping into this school for the first time is a young girl named Paisley. She had a plaid skirt, a white shirt, thick glasses, braces, and blonde pigtails tied tightly back, the stereotypical nerdy little girl in the body of a teenager. She shuffled shyly through the hall, where students were practicing miraculous things. There was a boy reading a book while floating in mid-air, and a girl heating up her coffee with her hands alone. Paisley had powers of her own, of course, which is why she was sent to this school, though she didn't see a reason for it. Her power was invincibility, literally the safest possible power to have. She wasn't a danger to herself and others at all. Still, her mother sent her to this school to learn to control her powers. Or perhaps she only wanted her to meet some friends, something she never really knew how to do in regular school. Unfortunately, she was just as shy in this school as she was in the last. She pulled a crumpled map of the school from her bag and found the way to the girl's room. There were a few others in there as well, but she paid no attention to them. She flumped her bag down on bed 73 (the bed number printed at the top of the map) and took a seat at the foot of it, gazing out of the window that was placed conveniently next to it. "Hey," she heard someone say. She turned and saw a girl, a bit younger than her, with black braids and dark skin. She smiled widely at her. Paisley half-smiled back, closed-mouthed as to not show off her braces too much. "My name's Breanna," the girl continued, "what's yours?" "Paisley." "That's a pretty name. What's your power?" "I'm invincible," she said quietly. "Whoa! That's awesome," Breanna said, "so you can't die if someone, like, shoots you?" She shook her head. "Huh. That's weird." Paisley looked out the window again. "I can move electricity," Breanna said. "Cool," Paisley murmured, not taking her gaze from the window. "See, watch." She got up and touched a lamp, causing the light to flicker for a moment. Then she walked over and touched Paisley on the arm. It shocked her rather badly. "Ow!" "See? I usually only do it a little bit from a battery or something, but you said you were invincible." "I still feel it..." she muttered, rubbing her arm. "My parents found out that I'm super when I was really little. I would turn on the TV just by touching it and stuff. I'd always zap my brothers when they were annoying, then I'd say it was an accident so I wouldn't get in trouble, which is why they sent me here I think, but I have pretty good control over my power. How'd you find out you were super?"  "I ran out in front of a car once when I was really little, like three or four. I had no marks at all when I got back up." "That's crazy. You could be a superhero or something. I'll be right back, I gotta pee." Breanna got up and left the room. Paisley felt a faint ache in her bladder, and wouldn't have minded going herself. She thought it'd be awkward to follow Breanna there, so after  she got back, she waited about five minutes before asking. "Could you tell me where the restroom is?" she asked. "It's the first left when you go down the stairs on your right," Breanna explained. Paisley followed these directions, but when she reached her destination, her heart sank. It was a multi-stall bathroom, one with a couple other people in it already. She hated these. She could never relieve herself when other people were in there. She even found it impossible to go when she was alone in one with the possibility of other people entering was looming over her. She returned to her bed and looked out the window, but it wasn't long before Breanna started talking to her again. "So if you're invincible, does that mean you don't have to eat?" Paisley giggled. "I don't have to, but I feel hungry and thirsty. If I chose not to eat, I wouldn't die, but I would feel like I'm starving." "Ohhh, that's weird." The two talked for a long time, and Paisley gradually opened up more and more, until one of the professors called "Lights out in ten!" All the girls promptly changed into their pajamas, and most went down to brush their teeth. Paisley shyly put a shirt over the other, then removed the shirt underneath. She did the same with her pajama shorts, which were much easier because she was wearing a skirt. Then she brushed her teeth and went to bed. "Night," Breanna said, as the whole place went dark. Paisley laid down, but couldn't sleep very well. It was about an hour into the night when the aching in her bladder was becoming more intense. This was the moment she was waiting for to go, though, when the entire school was quiet and nobody was (probably) in the bathrooms. She got out of bed and crept outside, and was immediately met by one of the professors. "What do you think you're doing?" she hissed. "Th- uh, I need to go to the restroom, ma'am." "You can't leave the bunks at night! Go back to bed." She went shamefully back to her bed and tried to sleep. When she woke up in the morning, she really had to go. The fidgety girl changed into a clean shirt and skirt and rushed to the bathroom, where, unfortunately, was a crowd of girls all brushing their teeth, showering, and relieving themselves. Paisley couldn't bring herself to pee with all those people around, so she simply brushed her teeth and went to breakfast. "Sit with me," Breanna told her in the lunch line, nudging her arm. She did. There was another girl and two boys there. The girl introduced herself as Dana, and the boys introduced themselves as Benny and Blaine. They were twins. They talked and laughed all breakfast long, though Paisley contributed very little to the conversation, due to her shyness and her distracting need. She was rather hungry, though, and had her breakfast with a tall glass of orange juice. After that, she went to her first lesson. "So," her professor said, reading a single paper from an envelope. "You're invincible, but you can still feel pain?" Paisley nodded her head, squirming a little in her chair. "You don't have any other power, correct?" Paisley shook her head and crossed her legs, tapping her jittery fingers against her legs. "You nervous?" She shrugged. Her professor laughed. "Well," she said, "invincibility is a form of stagnant ward, which means you may have the potential to wield some sort of forceful power. The pain you feel, though," she scratched her head, "it's an interesting situation. It could mean some sort of healing magic. Would you want to be a healer?" Paisley shrugged again, tightening her legs. "You should think about it," her professor told her. The rest of the time was more technical things. She learned how she can grow her powers and morph them into what she wants to be. At lunch, she sat at Breanna's table again and they talked about it, though she avoided conversation as much as possible. She needed a toilet really badly now. Her full bladder felt like a bowling ball in her tummy, pulsing with every step she took and aching with every moment she didn't give it relief. Still, she ate her lunch and drank a lemonade. After lunch, they were allowed outside in the courtyard. It was a very beautiful place. The grass was green and the yard was huge. There was a tall fountain in the center of the courtyard, but it wasn't on, luckily for her. Paisley paid little attention to the scenery anyway, since her belly was so full of hot piss that she could barely concentrate. Breanna invited her to play frisbee, which she denied for obvious reasons. She stayed back alone and tried her best to get lost in a book. Every few seconds, she had to change positions when she felt too uncomfortable. The constant throbbing was making it impossible to read. After that, the students were led back inside where they were taught standard topics to make up for what they were missing in school. Then they left for dinner. Paisley ate her pork chops with a glass of milk. She was discreetly rocking back and forth in pain, caressing her bladder whenever no one was looking at her. Dinner ended, but when she stood up, she nearly fell back into her seat. Paisley was absolutely bursting at the seams. She could barely stand up straight, and it hurt to walk. She waddled her way to the bunks and sat down until lights out. She didn't bother brushing her teeth, she just laid down in her bed and curled up into a fetal position. By that point, most girls would have wet themselves, but Paisley wasn't most girls. If you remember, she can go as long as she wants without food or water, but she'll feel like she's starving. This applies to all other bodily functions as well. She's never thrown up, even when she felt so nauseous she thought she'd die. She's once stayed up for an entire week binge-watching a show without ever passing out. She's also never wet herself after her potty training. It was part of her power. So poor Paisley laid there curled up in pain, her bladder begging to be relieved. It took her a long time to fall asleep, but she did, and when she woke up in the morning, it was an absolute emergency.  Paisley felt like she could cry. Her rock-hard bladder had begun to protrude out of her belly, pulsing and throbbing and hurting to no end. She sat up, gritting her teeth, and changed into her regular clothes. Bending down was excruciatingly painful, but she stifled her moans. The poor girl waddled to breakfast, and talked even less than the day before. She ate, but she didn't drink. At her lesson, her professor showed her to a room just up the steps from the bunks. Climbing up the stairs was torture, but again, Paisley composed herself well. After all, she was in no danger of wetting. The room was one of many. Hers was number 73, the very last one at the end of the hall. "This is where you can go for privacy," her professor said, opening the door to reveal a chair, a table, and a bookshelf. "You can personalize it however you want. It has a lock, it's soundproof, and this is the one place you're allowed to go at night." Paisley's ears perked up. If she could leave her bed at night, for any reason, she could have an excuse to use the restroom, right? She realized her legs were shaking, and she tensed her lower half to stop them. She also straightened her posture, which had faltered, and ignored the searing bladder pain that standing up straight was causing her. "You have this place so you can practice your power," she explained. "Superpowers are rooted in emotion. It's as personal as personal can be. There's only so much I can teach you in the classroom, the rest you need to unlock yourself. Just be careful with this door, though. Sometimes it sticks." Paisley strenuously made it through the day, but the poor girl needed to pee so badly she couldn't stand it. Every time something happened that would jar her bladder, she'd gasp or wince and hold back tears. At lunch, she ate but didn't drink, just like breakfast. She denied the invitation to play frisbee and suffered through her school lessons with extreme difficulty. Her handwriting was far worse than usual because her hands were shaking. She felt her skirt digging painfully into her tummy, and her bursting bladder pressing up against her other organs. By the time dinner rolled around, her neglect of any kind of drink was haunting her. On top of her dire and unbearable need to urinate, she was parched. Her throat was dry, and she couldn't get through dinner without anything to drink. She downed two tall glasses of water. Paisley looked down at her bloated stomach. She looked pregnant. She couldn't stop shaking, so she put both of her hands in between her knees until it was time to go back to the bunks. She waddled agonizingly to her bed. Bending down to change was also torture. She could feel her bladder squishing around like a water balloon inside her when her legs pressed against it. She couldn't stop a couple tears from going down her face, but she wiped them away quickly. The poor, bursting girl crawled into bed, holding back sobs of agony. She ran her fingers over her bloated, overfilled bladder and winced. It was sensitive to the touch. She rolled over on her side, gripping the bedsheet hard and biting into her pillow. Her bladder felt like it was going to tear and spill every drop of urine it was holding. She writhed around in agony, biting hard into her knuckles. Paisley pulled the waistband of her shorts and underwear away from her belly for the small amount of relief it gave. She glanced down past her huge, bulging belly at her pussy, which was locked shut and holding the floodgates at bay. She gripped it in hopes of feeling a little less desperate, but instead felt something different. A shockwave of pleasure spread from between her legs, through her bladder, and then shot through her entire body. She gasped. Paisley had never felt it so intensely like that before. She'd masturbated, but it's never been that good. Could it be her need to pee? It still hurt so bad. She wanted nothing more than to empty herself, but she had to try something. Painstakingly, the poor girl crawled out of bed and made her way out of the bunks, hunched over as to not jar her bladder too much. The patter of her bare feet against the cold ground was reverberating off the walls, but she didn't care. As she left the bunks, she caught sight of one of the professors, the same one who told her off the night before, roaming the halls. The toilet wasn't an option, but it wasn't her destination at the moment. She had both hands caressing her enormous bladder as she went up the stairs. Her tortured tummy felt like it was going to explode with pee. She got to room 73, where she rushed in, shut the door, and collapsed to her knees. "Ohhh!!!" she moaned, on the verge of sobbing. "Owwwww..." Both of Paisley's shaking hands were clutching the sides of her shorts so hard her knuckles were white. Her screaming bladder pulsed with extraordinary pain. She yanked her cotton shorts and underwear down and laid on the floor. She writhed around in pure desperation, punching the ground and moaning in misery. The searing agony of her dire need was visible in the way her gorged, overstretched bladder bulged out of her stomach. It looked like she'd swallowed a bowling ball. She gripped her crotch again, and felt the same pleasure she did before. She moaned blissfully, her eyes rolling madly in her head, while she felt every fiery nerve that commanded relief suddenly stimulate in a wave of euphoria. Her heart was racing, her chest rising up and down as her fingers worked like magic in between her legs. Her belly pulsed as more liquid piled up behind her overworked sphincter, but she welcomed it. While her right hand continued, she brought her left hand up to her bladder and applied some pressure. "Huhhn---" she moaned, feeling it push on her other organs. She pushed down harder, and her entire body was rocked with bliss. Waves of sexual energy were sent throughout her entire being, and she came. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had, and it left her laying there, sweating and panting, feeling relief for the first time in days. She hadn't peed though, so her relief was temporary, and her overstretched bladder was soon sending messages to her brain, begging to be emptied, screaming to be drained of the enormous amount of fluid that was pent up inside of her. It was bad, but it wasn't as bad as before. Masturbating had dulled the pain a bit. She went to get up, but her bulge pressed against her thighs. "Ohhh..." she moaned, dropping to the ground again. It seemed her bladder had filled even more. She laid there for a moment with her hands balled up into fists and her flushed red face contorted in excruciating pain. She rolled over to her side and pushed herself up that way, struggling to stand like a baby calf. She really looked pregnant now. Her pulsing tummy was protruding out of her so much it looked like she might pop. She bent down and pulled on her shorts and underwear, groaning miserably as her enormous belly squished against her legs. Paisley made her way to the door, hunched over and miserable, and tried the knob... But it didn't open. "Careful with the lock, sometimes it sticks," were the exact words her professor used. She pulled harder, but it didn't budge. Whimpering and stepping in place, needing to get to the toilet and empty the ocean inside of her. She yanked the door with all her might. It swung open and sent her falling on her butt, jarring her bursting bladder. She bit her lip and scrunched up her face, trying with all her might not to scream in pain. She stood back up shakily and went stiffly down the hall. I have to get to the bathroom, she thought. I can't wait until morning. It hurts so badly. If someone tells me off, I'm not going back to bed. I can't let anyone stop me from peeing... She turned the corner and almost walked right into someone. It startled her badly, but she didn't spill a drop. It wasn't a teacher, though. It was a girl. The girl who was heating up her coffee the other day with her fingers. She had short black hair and pale skin. "Uh-- ex-excuse me..." Paisley stuttered, struggling to stand up straight and look normal. "What are you doing out here?" she asked. "Uhm... I need to go the bathroom," she replied defensively. Stop talking to me, she thought, please, please stop talking so I can pee... "Oh yeah?" the girl asked. She touched her hand to Paisley's bladder. She was taken aback by this unexpected and rather bizarre turn of events, but something was welcoming about it. Her hand was warm and her demeanor was inviting. "I have to go, too," she whispered, taking Paisley's own hand and putting it against hers. It was rock-hard, like Paisley's, but not nearly as large. She was surprised that the girl wasn't showing any signs of desperation. Paisley's hand was shaking from her dire need, but the girl's hand was steady and calm. "That's the biggest bulge I've ever seen," she said, "I didn't even know it was possible to get that big." She met eyes with her. "I see you skipping your morning piss every day, and squirming all class long. You like to hold your pee, don't you?" Paisley didn't know how to respond. The entire situation seemed kind of surreal. "How long have you been holding?" She decided to just go with it. "T- uh, two days." Her eyes went huge. "Two days!? That's impossible!" "M-My power is t-that m-my body can't be d-damaged. I-I've never involuntarily w-wet myself." "Oh. Only voluntarily, then?" She winked. "No, no! I don't t-think you underst-stand. I really need to go. I can't take it anymore." She started stepping in place again. The dullness that her orgasm had granted was wearing off. "You can hold it a little longer, can't you? It would feel so good," she pressed down on Paisley's belly. Pain shot through her abdomen and she pulled away. "I r-really can't. I don't even d-do this often," she gripped the sides of her shorts, "It hurts so badly, I f-feel like I'm gonna explode." "So do I!" the girl said, shifting a little. It was the first physical sign she gave that she needed to go. "Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into anything, but I've been holding my pee in just for you. I figured we could fuck around a little bit. I really don't want to go back to sleep while I need to go this bad." "I'm not-- completely opposed t-to it," Paisley admitted, "but I r-really can't take this anymore. It h-hurts so badly." Both of her hands had found their way to her belly, caressing it as pulsed pulsed and screamed, begging to be emptied. Tears were starting to well up in her eyes. "She's not going to let you into the bathroom," the girl told her. "Not even I can sneak through. She's always patrolling the halls at night, making sure we don't meet up with any of the boys. Plus, I wouldn't even know how to get past the lock." "L-lock?" "Yeah, they lock the bathrooms at night. You didn't know that? They think we're gonna fuck in there or something." The girl bent forward a little bit and pulled on the waistband of her pajama pants. A wave had hit, apparently. "What am I gonna do?" Paisley moaned, wiping her eyes. "I have to go so bad I feel like I might burst open!" "I can give you some relief," the girl said, "it would be better than squirming around in bed for the next five hours." "Five hours! Oh my god..." "Hey, at least you can't wet yourself! I'm on the verge of leaking here!" Paisley sighed a shuddery breath. By 'fuck around,' this girl obviously wanted to do something sexual, which she kind of wanted to do, but a realization that she was completely and utterly inexperienced flashed through her mind. She'd kissed one person before; a little red-haired girl. It was the sixth grade. Still, her enormous, rock-hard bladder was begging for relief, and it took priority over her possible embarrassment. The girl was waiting impatiently, tapping her foot and fidgeting ever so slightly. "You wanna go?" she finally asked. Paisley nodded. "Alright, let's go. Hurry hurry hurry! Which room's yours? Mine wouldn't be a very good spot for this." She waddled painfully to her room. She entered and immediately collapsed onto the floor, whimpering and caressing her bloated bladder. It hurting so badly. All she wanted to do was empty it, but she'd have to find relief elsewhere. She writhed and squirmed, hitting the ground and biting her knuckles. She saw the girl give herself a quick squeeze. "What are you doing?" she asked, stepping a little in place. "It hurts," Paisley replied, "it feels like my stomach is gonna tear open!" The girl smiled and kneeled down, moving her hand over Paisley's screaming bladder. "I'm Vera by the way. I know you're Paisley, I heard you talking to Breanna." The desperate girl nodded, sweat dripping down her face. Vera lifted Paisley's shirt up to reveal her bulge. "Jesus fucking Christ!" she exclaimed, laughing. "You're sure you don't do this often?" She pressed down hard on it. Paisley jumped and yelped. "No no no no no no, please please please don't do that!" Every nerve in her shaking body was on fire. "Don't do what?" Vera feigned innocence and slapped Paisley on the belly. "Owwww, don't, please--" "Your body can't get damaged, right?" She nodded. Vera pushed down hard on her bladder. It was enough to make Paisley cry out, tears running down her face. She laid there nearly sobbing for a minute. "I have a water bottle in my bag," Vera said, "you need me to go get it? You can pee at least a little bit so it's not so bad." She nodded, and Vera leapt up and ran out to get it. She looked down at her overstretched belly. The faint pulsing of the ocean of urine she was holding was sending throbs that she felt through her entire lower half. Vera returned promptly and handed her the bottle. It was much larger than Paisley was expecting. "I was saving it for myself, but it seems like you need it more," she said, squirming and squeezing herself much more than she was before. "It was full, so I had to drink the water." Paisley strenuously rose to her feet, hobbled over to the chair, and gingerly sat down. She looked up at Vera with worried eyes. "You're not gonna be the first one, huh?" she asked, giggling. "Alright, then." Vera pulled down her pants and completely exposed her privates. Paisley's eyes went wide. She gently pulled her shorts down and put the bottle up to her pussy. For the first time in days, she relaxed. Urine immediately burst out of her like a firehose, exploding full force into the bottle. She moaned and let her head drop back, smiling blissfully. The feeling of relief was nearly orgasmic, until Vera shouted. "Paisley!" She snapped back into reality and saw the bottle nearly overflowing. She immediately cut off the stream, which proved to be astoundingly painful. "Ah! Ah! Owwwww... Fuck!!" She squeezed herself hard, not to stop urine from continuing to gush out, but because her urethra was burning like it was on fire. Her bladder was still in an extreme amount of pain, bulging out just a little less than before. She placed the bottle, which was filled to the brim with her hot piss, on the table in front of her. "God, that was torture..." she muttered, bent over and pushing her hands into her groin. "Torture for me, maybe!" Vera said, twisting like a pretzel. "I had to watch you explode like that. It was kind of crazy to watch your bulge get smaller, though." She bobbed up and down with her hands between her legs. "You sure you're still up to fuck around?" "Will it make me feel better?" "It'll be relieving in its own way." She shook her head and shrugged. "Honestly, I'd do anything to have this hurt less." Vera didn't waste any time. She came up and kissed her on the lips. Paisley's heart fluttered with excitement, though she was still so filled with liquid that she was shaking like a leaf. Vera started dancing in place desperately and ended up sitting on Paisley's leg, scooting back and forth and tapping her crotch, still kissing her. She leaned in and accidentally drove her knee directly into Paisley's bladder. "Ohhh..." she moaned, lurching forward. "Oh shit!" Vera laughed, still squirming heavily. "I didn't mean to do that. Fuck! Okay, I'm not trying to rush or anything, but we need to get going before I pee myself, okay?" She pulled Paisley's chin up and kissed her again, scooting back and forth even faster. They made out for a few minutes, as Vera's desperate potty dance got more and more animated. Paisley's hand was constantly gripping the side of the chair, and she continued to kiss Vera through the pulsing, unbearable pain in her tummy. She felt a dampness on her leg where Vera was scooting, and she knew she was starting to lose control. Neither of them were wearing any pants to absorb anything. After a couple more minutes, Vera pulled away. "If I can be honest, I've never done this before and I don't know where to start. I just know when I masturbate, I stop having to pee so badly and it feels really good. We need to get going 'cause I'm starting to pee." She pointed to a shiny patch on Paisley's pale thigh... unfinished

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Yay I Made a Blog!

So yeah now what.... 😅 Anyway I made this blog to try and drum up some interest in my videos and as a confessional of sorts for all the naught perverted shit I get up to..... *holds up flogger* .... So yeah that's about it link to the sight is on my profile.... 😅😆
 

Intro

I don't really know where else to share my omo/pee fetish fiction or my experiences. I figured I'd share them here and hopefully find some like-minds, so I guess I'll start with an entry about the kind of stuff I write. I've never shared my real-life experiences with the fetish with anyone. I tried to mention something once about it, but it was in passing and it was a super awkward conversation, and the other person didn't continue so I dropped it. That was with one of my closest friends, so I'm pretty quiet about it, especially after that. I'm also a transgender male, so it's a bit anxiety-inducing to share much in even forums like this about it because I worry about pictures or videos getting me misgendered, even with my pronouns stated. I'm more comfortable with writing for now and maybe sharing some artwork, but I focus on male omo/peeing stuff, and gay stuff, which doesn't seem to be super popular here. By posting it to a blog like this though, I feel a bit better about it. So that's a heads up for the kind of content I'll post on the blog. I'll probably post stories in bits since I'm a writer and I write longer things, or just the parts that include what I'm too nervous to share anywhere else that involves the obvious  Also, sorry if my real life experiences aren't super interesting to read. I'm mostly experimenting right now, but I'll try to word them in ways that aren't so dry (hah).
 

I don't usually go in the mornings

For Miranda, leaving to the restroom during first period was like clockwork. Her morning routine consisted of getting dressed, brushing her teeth, and eating breakfast, but one peculiarity was that she didn't relieve herself. "I mean, I can feel that I need to go," she explained to her friend Shauna during first period, bouncing her leg up and down, "I just don't think anything of it until later in the day." "That's weird," Shauna replied. "When I wake up, I need to go bad." "That's me right now," Miranda said, leaving the table and asking Ms. Richter for a bathroom pass. She sighed in frustration. "Every day, Miranda." "Thank you, ma'am," she said sheepishly, taking the pass and leaving to the bathroom. Her morning pee always had a more powerful stream than her other bathroom visits, unless she was holding it. The next morning was the same as the last. Wake up, brush teeth, eat breakfast, and go to school. When she felt the familiar urgency fill her belly during Ms. Richter's lesson, she immediately raised her hand and asked. "No, you go every day in my class," was the cold response. "I'm beginning to think you're skipping." Miranda turned a little red in the cheeks. "I'm not skipping..." "Then I'm sure you can hold it like an adult." With that, she continued her lesson. It's strange when your routine gets shaken up. All Miranda could think about was her tight, full bladder pulsing up against the waistband of her jeans. Her feet never stopped tapping and her legs never stopped fanning. She wiggled her butt occasionally when the need got particularly intense. After about a half hour, she raised her hand again. "Ms. Richter, I really have to go. Can I please use the restroom?" "I gave you your answer already, Miranda. I'd appreciate it if you stopped disrupting my class." Great, she thought, now I just let everyone know how bad I need to go. She squeezed herself under the desk and crossed her legs, constantly fidgeting. As more and more time passed, the more her need worsened. Ten minutes to the bell, she felt dampness when she squeezed herself again. The poor girl was sweating as she squirmed around in desperation, an entire night's worth of urine stretching her bladder. Miranda felt herself leak and she immediately tensed every muscle in her lower half. This wasn't good. She was nearing her limit. She discreetly looked down and inspected the crotch of her pants, where a patch the size of a golf-ball resided. Since everyone seemed to not be paying attention to her, she began scooting back and forth and holding herself more frequently. Five minutes after that, Shauna came by to talk to her. "I'm literally about to fucking explode right now," Miranda told her as soon as she sat down. Shauna laughed and began talking about something else, ignoring her friend's obvious desperation. She couldn't get her mind off her dire need enough to listen to the story, and when the bell rang, she immediately leapt out of her chair and rushed to the bathroom. Outside the door, she threw her book bag to the ground, but it unfortunately got stuck on the string of her hoodie. It yanked her towards the floor and she let out another spurt. With one hand squeezing between her stepping legs, she wrestled the string until it was unstuck, then she ran into a stall. She hopped around as she struggled with her belt. When she was finally able to pull down her pants, she sat down and pissed immediately. Her powerful stream pattered loudly against the porcelain bowl, and she sighed in relief. "That was way too fucking close," she muttered to herself, wiping the dampness from her underwear. "Way too fucking close." She made a mental note to pee when she woke up next time. The next morning, she of course forgot this note, and once again went to school with a heavy bladder. It was even harder to hold this time. By the end of the class period, her bladder starting to hurt and there was a noticeable wet patch on the crotch of her pants. The only thing that reminded her to go the morning after that was because peeing was not all she needed to do. She groggily woke up to a different kind of fullness in her belly. Another part of her morning routine was laying in bed for much longer than she probably should. She always set multiple alarms to help get her up, starting earlier than she needs to wake up and ending later than she needs to leave. Today, her tiredness overruled her rather dire need to void her bowels for a long time. She kept releasing long, wet farts that were stinking up her room, so there was no way she would be able to hold it through first period. One particular fart nearly made her shit her pants, and she had to squeeze her butt with her hands to keep from doing so. Miranda groaned in discomfort. Her need was only worsening, and it soon felt like her waste was boiling inside her, churning around and begging to be let out. She writhed desperately under the covers, cradling her hurting stomach and fighting the lethargic need to lie in bed. Despite it being earlier than she would usually drag herself out of bed, she managed to crawl out and waddle to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together to contain the immense amount of shit inside her tortured tummy. Immediately upon sitting down, she erupted diarrhea into the toilet bowl like an upside-down volcano. Miranda sighed in relief as she finally emptied herself. She could feel her tight, full belly returning to its flat, squishy state as she rid herself of the huge amount of waste she was holding for so long. The next day, she of course, forgot to relieve herself in the morning. Shauna was absent that day, so she sat in the back and focused completely on holding her urine. During the last ten minutes, she felt like she was about to cry. It hurt like hell, especially being squeezed by the waistband of her jeans. She leaked into her pants, causing her to tense every muscle in her body. The pulsing agony she felt when she did this was awful. Miranda was barely holding on, her burning urethra threatening to fail at any moment. A couple minutes later, she leaked again. It took much longer to stop, and it was far more painful to do so. By now, there was a very noticeable stain on her crotch, thighs, and butt. She could feel warm urine puddling in the seat she was sitting in. When she spurted a third time, she had to put her head down and bite down onto her sweatshirt sleeve. The poor, desperate girl was in so much pain she couldn't stand it. When the bell rang, she shakily pulled off her sweatshirt to wrap around her waist. She almost couldn't stand up, and walking felt like daggers in her overfull bladder. She would have sprinted to the bathroom if the hallway wasn't so awfully crowded. The closer she got to the bathroom, the more urine was pushed out of her tortured bladder, staining her pants almost all the way down to her ankles. Miranda was doubled over, for standing up straight would pain her even more. When she was about five feet from the entrance to the girl's bathroom, she started leaking and couldn't stop. Golden droplets were falling from her pants as she rushed into the stall. Immediately sitting down without pulling down her pants, she exploded a gushing yellow stream into her ruined jeans. Her head fell back in immense relief and she bit her lip. Although the relief was bliss, she felt like crying from shame. She couldn't go the rest of the day like this. She took out her phone and called Shauna, who answered almost immediately. "Hey, where are you?" Miranda asked.
"I'm still at my house, I woke up late as shit."
"Can you, um... Can you come get me?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I'll explain later. Can you just please come here?" When she got there, Miranda snuck quickly out of the school. "What happened?" Shauna asked. The poor girl simply removed her sweatshirt to show her friend what happened. "Shit, alright get in. I have other pants you can use." Miranda climbed in and skinned off her ruined jeans. "There's underwear there, too," Shauna said, "in the red bag behind you." She pulled off her red laced panties, too, revealing herself completely. She'd already been seen in wet pants, she might as well be seen like that too. Her pussy had quite a bit of hair around it, since she wasn't expecting anyone to be seeing it. Suddenly, she started squirming in the seat. "Fuck! I still have to piss," she said, tapping her privates and wiggling her butt. "I didn't empty my bladder enough." "You can use my bathroom, it's fine. Let's go back to my house. My parents aren't there so we can just stay home from school." Miranda pulled on the boxers and sweatpants that were in the bag and desperately squirmed the whole way home. When they got there, she rushed to the front door and hopped from foot to foot, waiting for Shauna to unlock the door. She got her keys ready, but didn't open the door right away. "What are you doing? I'm bursting, dude!" Miranda exclaimed.
"Can I ask you something?" Shauna asked.
"Yes, just hurry up!"
"Did you... like it?"
Miranda crossed her legs and bent over. "What, pissing myself?"
"Yeah... Did it feel good?"
She went a bit red in the face. "I-I mean, when I finally went it did, why?"
"This might seem weird, but... that's kind of my thing. Like, holding it 'till you have to go really bad. It happened to you at school so you didn't get to enjoy it, but--"
"Enjoy it?"
"It gets to the point where it feels really good. Eventually. Your bladder presses up against some kind of... I don't know, it just feels good when you're really really desperate to go."
"So what?"
"So I think you should try it."
"I've had enough of holding my pee for today, Shauna."
"Oh, please Miranda? I just want you to try it! You already have to go so bad, the waiting part is over!"
Miranda sighed. "Fine," she said, bobbing up and down with her hands between her legs. "I'll try it." Shauna finally let her inside, where, instead of running to the toilet, she sat on the couch, cradling an overfull bladder.

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female Tinkling Time with the Tikis (FE: Heroes)

(Warning: Contains both visual and written depictions of underaged peeing… and no, nobody buys the “She’s really 1,000 years old!” excuse. You’re still going to jail.) With thanks to Captain L and Lordbardak (Phoenix) for editing   “Hey, Tiki?” So much for that nap, was her first thought upon returning to the waking world. The incessant hand that had been pushing her shoulder withdrew itself as she stirred awake. “Mmm?” Tiki mumbled, pausing to sit up from her chair and stretch. A sparkling, blue ocean and bright sand greeted her as her eyes fluttered open. That’s right, she recalled, they were relaxing at the beach today, the Order’s reward for clearing out the bandits harassing the nearby towns. She could see others like the lady Robin practicing her spearfishing, Princes Takumi and Leo engaged in a heated duel of volleyball, and Commander Anna chasing after Sharena, who had stolen her image-recording tome in an attempt to get her to stop harassing the other heroes. “Great, you’re awake!” The young, girly voice pulled Tiki’s attention again. She glanced to her side and saw someone she still quite couldn’t believe was real, but the green hair, emerald eyes, and dragon wings growing from her back made it impossible to deny. It was none other than herself, summoned from the time of the Hero-King when she was merely a single millenia old. “Y-Yes, I am awake now,” said Big Tiki, rubbing the sleep out of her eye. “Did you need something, little one?” “Well, I saw you napping and thought it wouldn’t be fun if you slept through our beach trip.” “Oh?” Big Tiki raised an eyebrow. “Is that all?” “Of course! There are so many friends to meet and things to do here. This is no time to be sleeping!” If only I still possessed such energy, Big Tiki thought to herself. Regardless, her younger self had a point. Despite living to see three-thousand summers, she had surprisingly little opportunity to enjoy herself at the beach, and this one was possibly the most special occasion for that. Heroes from worlds all over were having a blast, and here she was, dozing off in a chair. “You know, I think I will join in on some of the fun,” Big Tiki said with a smile. “Yay!” Little Tiki hopped up and down, her frilly, pink swimsuit bouncing with her. With that, Big Tiki pushed herself out of the chair, her sandals pressing into the sand. Standing upright, she took a moment to stretch again, enjoying the warm sun and ocean breeze on her bikini-clad body. She couldn’t think of a more pleasant way to wake herself up from a nap. But there was one feeling that was not very pleasant. “Hmm?” Big Tiki frowned as she felt an uncomfortable pressure from her bladder. It was no small pressure, either; it appeared she had been sleeping for a bit longer than she thought. Now that she thought of it, she also had a bit of tea and delicious watermelon before falling asleep. No wonder she needed to go! How it didn’t wake her up earlier was a mystery for the ages. “Is something wrong?” Little Tiki asked. “Oh, nothing.” Big Tiki turned to her and gave a sheepish smile. “I just need to visit the little dragon’s room first.” “Huh?” Little Tiki’s face went blank. “What is it? You still need to relieve yourself even as an adult, you know.” “I know. It’s just…” At this, Little Tiki put her legs together from the knees up and wiggled her hips side to side. “I just realized I need to tinkle, too,” she said with a blush. Oh dear, Big Tiki thought as she looked at the potty-dancing manakete. She had forgotten about her little problem in the past; she would get so distracted by all the fun things and people, that she would forget about her need for the bathroom until it got pretty urgent. That had backfired on her eventually. Memories resurfaced of a time when she really needed to go at a new castle, but didn’t know where the bathroom was. She ended up running from hallway to hallway, hands firmly between her legs, until she couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears filled her eyes as pee soaked her panties and trailed down her legs, leaving a big wet patch on the carpet.
Artwork by Papergami, commissioned by myself   It was a painful memory, but she learned her lesson after that. It seemed, however, that her younger self had been summoned before that accident, judging by her squirming. They had better get going before her bottoms got wet with something other than seawater. “Then why don’t we visit the bathroom together?” asked Big Tiki, “The Order should have set up some tents for such a thing.” “Okay! Then we can talk and play afterwards!” Big Tiki chuckled to herself. “We can still talk along the way. Here, this way.” She turned and stepped off, with Little Tiki following behind. “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you a few things,” said Little Tiki. “Oh? Like what?” Little Tiki put a hand to her chin. “Well, you’re me when I’m all grown-up, right? That means you must know everything that’s going to happen to me.” “Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” said Big Tiki, scratching her cheek. “Then you could probably tell me all kinds of things about my future, like all the friends I make and places I go to. That way, I won’t have to wonder what things will be like when I’m all grown-up!” Little Tiki beamed at her. “Well, I could…” Big Tiki glanced away. “But I think it would be for the better if I didn’t.” “Aww, why not?” pouted Little Tiki. “From what I’ve been told, time is a delicate thing. Simply knowing about the future can be enough to cause changes to it, and not always for the better. If I were to tell you something about your future, it may end up not coming true at all.” “Wow, that sounds really complicated,” said Little Tiki, scratching her head. Big Tiki looked at her. “It does, but I also think it’s more fun for you to have all those experiences yourself. Wouldn’t want to spoil all the fun, would we?” She smiled at her younger self. “I guess not,” she replied, still sounding a bit disappointed. “Don’t be discouraged, Little One.” Big Tiki reached out and patted her on the head. “There is still plenty of fun to be had in the present.” A pang of pressure from below pulled her attention for a moment. “But that can wait until after our bathroom break.” “Mmm, alright!” Little Tiki’s smile started to come back. “I hope the tents aren’t too much further.” “If I recall, they should be on the other side of this rock,” said Big Tiki as they approached the boulder in question. “Race you there!” Before she could react, Little Tiki already took off, giggling all the way. Big Tiki stopped and smiled for a moment before giving chase. It was interesting to see how she always knew how to have fun back then. Maybe she could still learn a thing or two from the past. Both of them came to a stop as they rounded the boulders, expecting to see their goal. The tan colors of the bathroom tents were a welcome sight. The lines in front of them, not so much. “W-What!?” Little Tiki balked. Big Tiki only sighed in response, but she was just as unhappy. It seemed the Order of Heroes had grown in numbers, but not in tents, and she wasn’t the only one to fall victim to the tea’s diuretic effects. Every hero standing in line covered the spectrum of signals for desperation. The adults were more subtle with their need, from Tana occasionally nibbling her lip and tapping her foot, to Cordelia glancing away while she held her arm in a shy pose. The younger members, perhaps predictably, all had some sort of potty dance going on, such as Elise wiggling her hips with her hands between her legs, or Nino bouncing from one foot to the other as she did her best to hold it for just a little bit longer. Seeing all these people also in dire need of relief did not do either Tiki’s bladder any favors. Without any thought, their legs locked together as their holding strength nearly vanished out of sympathy for their friends. “Ah! I don’t th-think I can wait that long!” said a hip-wiggling Little Tiki. “Mmm, I must agree with you,” the Adult Tiki replied with a hand resting on her groin. “It seems we’re going to have to go somewhere else.” Just as she said this, two of the kids in line, the female versions of Kana and Morgan, suddenly broke loose and ran for the ocean, hands firmly pressed into their swimsuits. As they reached the water, their legs gave out from under them, and they collapsed in the knee-deep waters. Their anguished looks relaxed into smiles shortly after. “Ewww, are they really just going in the open like that?” Little Tiki turned to her grown self. “Oh, please don’t tell me we’re gonna tinkle in the ocean, too. That’s way too embarrassing!” “Er…” Big Tiki looked with a grimace at the girls relieving themselves before shaking her head. “No, of course not. I think I would get stage fright with all those eyes around me.” “Hmm, but where can we go?” Little Tiki asked as the two of them looked around. “That is a good question,” pondered Big Tiki. With the tents and the ocean not an option, they’d need somewhere private and out of the way. Problem was, she didn’t see anywhere like that in their immediate surroundings. This part of the beach had little to obscure them from everyone’s view, and was bordered by a sheer cliff wall running alongside it, with the only gap leading right into a nearby village. There would probably be a bathroom somewhere, but she didn’t know anyone there, and greeting someone with “Do you have a place where we can pee?” did not sound like a good idea to her. There just had to be somewhere else they could use… “Wait.” Big Tiki’s eyes perked up as her memory came to the rescue. She turned to Little Tiki and asked, “Do you recall the small grove we passed on the way here?” “Um, you mean that patch of trees and bushes?” said Little Tiki, a bit of hope returning to her eyes. “It’s a bit of a walk, but it might be the only place we can go. Do you think you can make it there?” Little Tiki paused to glance at the tents, along with the many desperate ladies still there. “Mmm, if it’s our only chance, then I’ll give it my all!” She raised a fist and gave a determined look, despite her other hand still between her legs. Even back then, I carried such resolve. “Then we should hurry. This way!” Big Tiki set off towards the grove, beckoning the little one after her. They left behind two sets of footprints in the sand, the only evidence of the little trip they were about to take.     As Big Tiki expected, the walk to the grove took only a couple minutes. It felt a bit longer, both from their pressing need and from the lack of conversation as they just kept their eyes peeled for the greenery. Both Tiki’s kept at least one hand near their groins for the whole walk, but oddly enough, they no longer felt like they were about to burst. Their bladders still ached with discomfort, but getting away from the tents and the lines seemed to have quieted their bodies’ subconscious urge to open the floodgates too soon. Their fortune only improved from there. As they rounded the corner of the cliff wall, the Tiki’s were greeted with the sight of the grove, as plentiful with green as they remembered. “Ah, finally!” declared Little Tiki with a smile. “I was worried I’d have to squat out in the open!” The Big Tiki looked at the many bushes and trees that would keep them out of sight, giving her a smile as well. “We’ll certainly have our privacy here.” “Okay, I’ll just, um, go over there.” Little Tiki pointed over at a set of shrubbery that would easily hide her when she squatted. “And I will just be right over there,” replied Big Tiki, nodding towards a cluster of trees. “Take care, Little One.” “You too!” she replied, already heading towards the bushes. They split from there, with Big Tiki walking over to the palm trees. Stepping behind one, she looked around for a proper spot to do her business, her hands moving to the knot keeping her long, pink sash on her hips. She quickly realized that with her in a place this secluded, she knew just about anywhere would be good to squat at. It wasn’t like anybody would even know what she was about to do here, anyway. Wait, would that mean… Her eyes widened as it had dawned on her. This exact moment was something she had been waiting for a few weeks now: a chance to relieve herself outdoors with no one around to witness what she had planned. Her mind flashed back to a routine patrol, one that went by without any encounters with the enemy. She would have forgotten about it completely, if not for a peculiar sight during their “nature break”, as Anna called them. While she was squatted and creating a puddle just beneath her, Big Tiki noticed two of the other ladies, Princesses Hinoka and Camilla of Hoshido and Nohr, handling their business in the strangest manner. Instead of crouching with their underwear pulled down, they stood up next to each other and parted their panties to the side. Their streams flew forward rather than straight down, so much that they could have been having a contest as if they were men. In her three millennia alive in this world, Tiki had never seen such a thing so crude and yet strangely fascinating. Her curiosity took over from there, and she later asked both ladies about their technique down to its finer points. Finally, she had the perfect opportunity to try it herself. Taking one last look to make sure the coast was entirely clear, Tiki pulled the knot loose, tossing her sash on top of a nearby bush and revealing her red bikini bottoms. Her hands hooked around the sides, and they were soon pulled down and off her legs. The ladies had recommended she be completely bottomless for her first attempt, just in case things didn’t go well. With that part taken care of, Tiki turned to the tree next to her, a hint of pink appearing on her cheeks as she felt the ocean air brushing against her shapely, bare butt. She couldn’t deny that she was a little nervous, but she had made up her mind. A manakete never backed down once they were determined to see something through, after all. She just had to follow the steps taught to her. First, spread her feet to shoulder-width. Second, lean back and put her hips forward. Third, and most embarrassingly, use her fingers to pull her labia up and apart, ensuring a good, clean aim, but also a lovely view of a dragon’s “treasure” if anyone caught her at the right angle. That just left the final step. Looking down at the grass and not at the amount of pink now visible, Tiki paused to take a few breaths to try and calm her quivering bladder. Her pee was right at the cusp of being let out, but she had to wait for that last mental barrier to be relaxed open first. But soon enough, she felt it coming, and quickly remembered the last bit of advice: it had to be pushed out. “Mmm!” She lightly moaned as the first few drops fell out, some of it leaving right away, with a couple dribbling down her special place first. The warmth and slow start made her mind run with worry. What if this wasn’t going to work, and she was about to make a big mess instead? That worry passed as more of her pee came out, building up into a trickle, then into a jet of golden water, breaking up halfway before hitting the grass. Tiki’s eyes grew with wonder as she watched the stream pick up, landing farther ahead until it started to climb up the tree in front of her, leaving a trail along the way. A symphony of sounds entered her pointy ears, from the piddle pounding against the trunk to the hissing from her exposed nethers. All the while, Tiki could only stare in awe at the stream leaving her. Relieving herself standing up; what a novel concept, yet here she was doing just that, successfully as well. Sure, she still had a little dripping straight down, and a bit of the stream bounced off the tree and onto her feet, but she couldn’t feel anything but satisfied with herself. The relief didn’t hurt, either. Emptying her full bladder at such a rate left a pleasant feeling in her groin that radiated throughout her body. Her other muscles relaxed, and she found herself closing her eyes, smiling, and genuinely enjoying this naughty little piddle of hers. “Aah!?” But that all vanished the moment she heard a gasp nearby. At once, Big Tiki’s smile dropped and eyes snapped open, her head immediately turning to the gasp’s source. There stood Little Tiki, her eyes wide as saucers, but not making eye contact. Instead, her gaze was glued to the little show her grown-up self was putting on. Big Tiki could feel the heat growing on her face. Caught at such a private moment, by a child by manakete standards, no less. Instinct told her to stop and immediately cover herself, but she couldn’t. Her bladder wasn’t finished emptying, nor was it going to stop until the last drop was passed. With her legs rooted to the spot, all Big Tiki had was her voice. “Er, L-Little One! Did you… need something?” she managed to say. As if snapping out of a spell, Little Tiki gasped and placed her hands over her eyes. “Ah, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to watch, honest!” she stammered, her whole face going red. At least she wasn’t looking now. With a frown, Big Tiki looked back to her stream, thankfully slowing down and lowering back onto the ground. The pleasure she had just a moment ago had vanished, and now she only felt embarrassment and guilt that a child had seen such a crass thing. A few seconds later, her pee finally petered out , with nothing more than a couple excess drips falling from her privates. Remembering her last bit of advice, she shook her hips back and forth to free the little bit still clinging on down there. At least that’s over with, Big Tiki thought as she sighed and reached for her bottoms. Although they had made use of the castle’s baths together, and were the same person regardless, she did not think being that casual with her body around a “little” girl was a good idea. “You can look now,” she said once she was modest again. “I’m sorry that you saw me in such a compromising way.” Little Tiki put her hands down and opened her eyes. “Oh, please don’t apologize. It’s my fault for walking in on you going tinkle.” Well, it wasn’t like I tried to be all that modest about it, Big Tiki thought as she glanced at the puddle and marking she left on the tree. “Um, can I ask you something?” Big Tiki had a bad feeling in her chest, but asked anyway. “What is it?” Little Tiki looked up to her with determination. “How did you do that? I thought only boys could wee standing up.” “Er, well…” Big Tiki put a hand up to her chest. “To be honest, I thought the same thing until I was shown otherwise not long ago. This was my first chance for me to try it out myself.” “Really?” She could see the curiosity welling up in the little one’s eyes. “It looked like you did a great job. Maybe my first try will go well, too!” “Your… first try?” asked Big Tiki, arching an eyebrow. Don’t tell me... Little Tiki grew a big smile. “Yeah, it looks like fun. You could teach me how to do it, even!” “T-Teach you?” Big Tiki’s eyes opened wide. What in Naga’s name have I done to myself? “Yeah! I mean, who better to show me how to do it than myself? I bet I could easily do it with your help!” “L-Little One, I…” Big Tiki felt her face growing warm again. “I am not sure if that’s a good idea.” “Huh? Why not?” asked Little Tiki with a frown. At this, Big Tiki went silent. Where should she even start? Learning how to pee standing up from other adults was one thing, but teaching it to a kid? Nevermind that it was her past self. What would the Order think of her if word of this ever got out? She may as well ask Kiran to send her straight home, it would be the only way she could deal with such humiliation. “Oh, please?” Little Tiki looked up at her with pleading eyes. “I won’t ever tell anyone you taught me, honest! Besides, what if we get stuck somewhere, and I really gotta go but have to do it standing up? I don’t just wanna wet myself!” As unlikely as that sounded, Big Tiki couldn’t deny that without any knowledge of their future in Askr, it was still possible. However, it was the last line that got to her most of all. Though this technique would not have helped her then, she couldn’t help but think of her accident in the castle, and how upset she was for letting that happen to her. Would it be all that wrong to teach her a skill that could prevent another mishap like that? Not only this, but she could see the curious nature inside Little Tiki’s eyes, the very same thing that made her attempt this feat in the first place. In a strange way, refusing it would be like denying a part of herself, to herself at that. Once more, her mind was made up, and she would not change it no matter what. “Very well, I’ll teach you as long as you don’t tell anyone about it, promise?” “You will?” Little Tiki’s face lit right back up, and she hopped up and down on her bare feet. “Thank you so much! It’ll be our little secret, promise!” “I know it will.” Big Tiki nodded. “So we’ll have to find somewhere we won’t be disturbed the next time nature calls.” Little Tiki’s bouncing came to a sudden stop, and her smile became noticeably weaker. “Huh? Why wait?” Big Tiki gave her a confused look. “Wait, did you not relieve yourself already?” To this, Little Tiki’s hips wiggled, and her legs locked together. “Nope! I was gonna go in the bushes, but the ground was all muddy. I was looking for somewhere else I could go, and that’s when I found you,” she replied. “So can we please start now? I don’t wanna hold this in any longer.” This had no chance of being a normal nature break, did it? thought Big Tiki. “Then I suppose now is as good a time as any. First thing, you’ll need to remove your bottoms. The floaty ring, too.” Yet again, Little Tiki stopped her squirming. “Er, remove them?” she asked in a less confident tone. “It’s for the better. That way, you have no chance of getting them wet. Now, I’d hurry before you start to go too early.” “A-Alright. I’ll take them off now,” said Little Tiki, her cheeks already turning pink. Little Tiki’s hands went to her bottoms, and Big Tiki turned around. She remembered her difficulty with undressing in front of others back then, and that wasn’t something she wanted to see anyway. As soon as the shuffling noises stopped and she heard “Okay, they’re off,” Big Tiki looked back. Little Tiki held her bottoms in front of her with the floatation ring kicked away, the pink dress part of the swimsuit thankfully still keeping her modest from this angle. She was lucky that her suit was just an elaborate two-piece, the adult Tiki thought. If not, she may have had to attempt this in the buff. Little Tiki set her bottoms on top of a bush and asked, “So what now?” She kept her hands near her crotch. “Next, you’ll have to assume the stance. Put your feet at shoulder-width, and stick your hips forward.” Little Tiki turned to the bushes and did as her older self said. “Like this?” Big Tiki had to pause to sigh first. This would be the toughest part for both of them. “You already know about, um, how things are like down there, right?” “Um, yeah,” Little Tiki replied, her gaze lowering to the ground in front of her. “Well, to make sure it doesn’t just fall straight down and make a mess, you’ll need to use your hands to, er…” Big Tiki’s eyes moved from side to side. “Pull the, um, ‘petals’, up and open.” Little Tiki looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Petals?” Not my best choice of words, thought Big Tiki. She wondered if it would be better if she just showed her what she meant… without actually showing her, at least. “Like this,” she replied as her hands went to her bottoms and mimed the “taking aim” part of the process. Little Tiki’s eyes widened a bit, and her blush deepened. “Oh! That,” she said as she looked back down. Slowly, her hands pulled up the dress, pressing in her wrists to keep it there. Her little fingers went down and did just as Big Tiki showed her, and nothing could be left to the imagination any longer. Even Big Tiki could feel her face growing warmer from embarrassment. Focus, Tiki, she thought as she shook her head. It was your own, and still is. Nothing to be embarrassed about here. “So am I all ready to go?” asked Little Tiki. “It feels like it could come out any second now.” Just one last bit of advice to give, then she could turn around and leave Little Tiki to her business. “Okay,” she started, “When you feel it about to come out, make sure you-” “Ah!” Little Tiki’s body tensed up, her lower body clenching forward. An instant later, and a couple drops fell from her groin, landing between her feet. “Little One! Are you alright?” asked Big Tiki, her body feeling tense as well. “Nngh…” Little Tiki groaned, her whole face growing red and a bead of sweat forming on her brow. “Huh!?” A bit more of the yellow liquid dribbled out, but not mostly straight down. Instead, it pooled downwards and formed a trail that snaked down her inner thigh. Another spurt followed, widening the trail as it ran all the way to her foot. “Ah, no! Not my leg!” She begged out loud. Her hips swung side to side in an attempt to stop it, but this caused her pee, now coming out in a slow trickle, to hit her other leg as well. Big Tiki felt her heart sinking at the little one’s struggle. This was all her fault; if her curiosity hadn’t gotten the better of her, her younger self wouldn’t be in this mess. She had to fix things before they could get any worse. “Quick, squat down!” she yelled as she crouched to Little Tiki’s level and reached her arms around her. “N-No!” Little Tiki twisted her shoulders, pushing Big Tiki’s arms away. Her brow furrowed in determination. “I can do it! I just gotta…” Without warning, Little Tiki leaned back, and Big Tiki instinctively placed her hand on the little one’s back to brace her. Meanwhile, she pulled her girlhood up even further and more open, and her face scrunched up as she used her strength to push it out. The change was immediate. What was just a tiny trickle spilling onto her legs grew into a steady, golden stream that flew out almost straight forward before falling and breaking up. It struck a particularly dry patch of grass and dirt, creating a noticeable piddling sound, matched only by the faint hissing from her crotch. At first, the manaketes could only stare in silence as Little Tiki emptied her bladder with such force. Even the voice in Big Tiki’s head telling her to stop watching and let her have her privacy felt muted against a sight so taboo and yet strangely fascinating. Even when the smell of pee entered their noses, it wasn’t enough to make common courtesy prevail for either of them. They were simply two parts of the same whole, enjoying the same view together. Eventually, Little Tiki’s open mouth curled upwards into a big smile, and her panting turned into giggling. “Tee hee, I’m just like a boy now!” she declared without shame. That smile, that happiness from the silliest of things; Big Tiki could not resist such contagious joy. Her lips lifted into a smile, and she soon chuckled right alongside her past self as they watched the puddle growing just in front of them. It may have been a bit of a mess at first, but she was glad things turned out the way they did. With her small frame and forceful spray, Little Tiki’s tinkle time ended as quickly as it began, with the stream falling away into a small trickle, this one going straight down, thankfully. At the end, the puddle she left was quite big for her size, testament of how full to the brim she was, though her older self still left the bigger one for sure. “Aaaah, much better!” she sighed as the last few drops fell from her. She looked over to her older self and asked, “How’d I do?” “I’d say you did pretty well, Little One,” she replied, letting go of Tiki’s back and standing straight up. “Now, I would suggest shaking your hips a few times to get the drops out. Go forward and back so it doesn’t get on your legs.” “Okay.” Little Tiki did just that, the thrusting motions lifting her dress in the back and exposing the very bottom of her bottom as she did so. The few drops still clinging to her down there fell loose, and she finally let go of the “petals” and let her dress fall back down. “Aw, but what am I gonna do about my legs?” Little Tiki asked with a frown as she lifted one up, the trail of urine still faintly present. “Do you know if the leaves are safe here?” “I’m afraid I don’t,” replied Big Tiki, “But don’t forget that we’re at the beach in our swimwear.” “Oh, right! It’s almost like taking a bath!” Little Tiki hopped up and down. “We should go for a swim when we get back!” A particular view caught Big Tiki’s attention. “We should, but you’ll need to put your bottoms back on, first.” “Huh?” Little Tiki stopped her hopping, and pulled her dress down with one hand while putting the other behind her head. “Hee hee, whoops!” she said with closed eyes and pink cheeks. A minute passed while the girls got dressed again, Little Tiki putting her bottoms and floatation ring back on while Big Tiki tied her sash around her waist again. They each took one last glance at their puddles before leaving them behind to soak into the soil. The crashing waves of the ocean looked much more enticing as they walked back to the rest of the group. Big Tiki found herself actually looking forward to a good swim, and maybe a nice bit of sunbathing afterwards, preferably somewhere she could remove her top and let her wings stretch out. “Hey, wait!” Little Tiki suddenly said, coming a stop. “I just thought of something.” “Hmm? What is it?” asked Big Tiki as she turned around. “So, you told me that you can’t tell me anything about my future in case it might change it, right?” Little Tiki put a finger to her chin. “But you just taught me how to tinkle standing up, which you didn’t know how to do until you came here. Won’t that change my future too?” “Oh dear,” said Big Tiki. She had completely forgotten about that in the heat of the moment. Perhaps it was time to come clean about a certain fact she had deduced. “It’s true that me teaching you something may affect the future, but I have a feeling we don’t have to worry about that,” she started. “But why not?” asked Little Tiki, tilting her head. How can I best explain this? “Since I am you in your future, that means I should remember everything you’ll go through. That said, I have no memory of my time in Askr at all, not even this talk we’re having right now.” “You don’t remember?” Little Tiki frowned as it dawned on her. “Wait, does that mean when we go home, we’re going to lose all our memories of being here?” Big Tiki nodded. “It’s a strong possibility, and I think given our circumstances, it is probably for the better.” “B-But I don’t want to forget my time here! I’ve been to so many cool places and made so many new friends here! I even got to meet my grown-up self!” whined Little Tiki. “As have I, and it will be shameful if we do end up forgetting.” To the little one’s surprise, Big Tiki gave a smile to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “But, I don’t think it’s all bad. We still have lots of friends to be with when we do go home. Besides, just because you can’t remember the fun you had somewhere, it doesn’t mean you didn’t have it.” “Huh? So, does that mean we shouldn’t stop having fun here while we still can?” “Quite the opposite. I think knowing we won’t remember makes our time here all the more precious.” Little Tiki looked right into her eyes, and Big Tiki could see the worry fading away in hers. “Alright, if you say so,” Little Tiki finally said. Big Tiki laughed a bit. “Now, we should be getting back to our friends. They might have started to wonder where we’ve gone off to.” “Um, can I ask you one more thing real quick?” Always curious, this one… Not that I’m any different. “What is it?” At this, Little Tiki glanced down and suddenly looked rather shy. “Can we, um… maybe go tinkle standing up together sometime again?” “Hmm?” Did she just hear that right? “You’d like to do that again? And… together?” she asked. “Mm-hmm,” Little Tiki nodded. “I thought it was kinda fun to wee like a boy, and I wanna see if I can do it without getting any on my legs next time.” Big Tiki had to mull it over at first. Never had she heard of someone asking if they could pee together because it was fun. On the other hand, it was quite enjoyable and a little empowering, but more than that, she felt a strange connection when she did that with herself, like they had grown a lot closer to each other in such a short time. Oh my, I certainly hope we’re the only ones in Askr to bond like this! “If chance allows it, we can go together again,” said Big Tiki. “R-Really?” said Little Tiki, already smiling again. “And it will be our little secret time together, promise,” she replied, giving her a little boop on the nose. “Hee hee, thank you so much!” said a grinning Little Tiki, “I’m so glad I get to grow up to be just like you!” Big Tiki could only blush at what may have been the best compliment anyone had ever given her in three thousand years. “You know what, Little One?” she said, “I think you’re going to turn out just fine.”  
Artwork by Dude-Doodle, commissioned by Dustin-James Lee       (A/N: And there we have it, the winning story of this year's poll finished! Hope you all had a lot of fun reading it. I certainly did while writing it; how else do you explain me churning out a 6,000 word fic in only a couple weeks? Let's hope I can keep that up with the second-place winner, although that one admittedly needs a bit more brainstorming first. Until next time!)

MasterXploder

 

malefemale A little preface

A little about me: Pronouns: He/Him age:23  height: 6’2” weight: 150lbs How often I hold: depends on my mood. If I’m in a desperate mood, 2-3 times a week. When I’m not, I don’t hold at all, but if I do hold because of situations or circumstances it can throw me back into it. type of employment: construction involving a lot of time on the road and semi-frequent travel.  Things I’m into: holding, omutsu (wetting), peeing in interesting places. Requests: if they interest me.

Brotaku

female Struggling for Victory (An Enduring Rivalry Part 2)

With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing   She needed to relieve herself. Brighid had found it more and more difficult to deny this fact as the hours had passed. What had started as a minor nuisance had only grown more discomforting, distracting, and worrisome with each new drop filtering into her distended bladder. Other priorities, like keeping track of specific ingredients to collect, or their overall objective in Torna, didn’t seem as important as the pressure in her groin she could be releasing, but still chose not to. This wager of hers was ridiculous, and she knew it. His Majesty would no doubt be less than thrilled to get wind of this, and she was even contemplating not writing about it in her diary. Still, she could not abandon it now. Finding something to claim superiority at over Mythra may help in teaching the Aegis a lesson or two in humility. The good she could accomplish with that would be worth whatever pain and embarrassment this contest could bring her. But this challenge had proven more difficult than she expected. Mythra, usually the first to declare her urge to urinate, was rather quiet on that subject. It should’ve been a pleasant thing, but it also made it difficult to gauge Brighid’s desperation against hers. The only clue that she needed to pee had come from her sloppier-than-usual fighting, which had come quite in handy when she needed to counter Mythra’s surprise pressuring a moment ago. Despite resisting Mythra’s attempt at playing mind games, Brighid had a feeling the worst was yet to come, and she was headed right for it. “Are you sure we can both fit behind there?” asked Haze up ahead. “I’m sure,” replied Lora, “And if not, we’ll be far enough where it hopefully shouldn’t matter.” Brighid looked to what the other ladies spoke of. Not far from the villa was a set of large stone structures that rose up and curved like a rib-cage over a pond. Standing behind it would put them out of sight from the rest of the group, the most privacy they could ask for out here. “That’s good,” said Haze, her hips shaking quite a bit as she walked. “I would hate to have us take turns.” “Me too!” Lora nodded with one hand resting near her groin. As they reached the rock, she turned around to face Brighid. “Um, we’ll just be a couple minutes, if you don’t mind the wait.” Brighid kept her posture as upright as possible while she spoke. “It’s quite alright. Take as much time as you both need.” Though preferably not too long, she mentally added. With a nod, both Lora and Haze strode over behind the rock, their motions no longer hiding what they were about to do. Brighid sighed as she turned around and put her back to the stone. She did her best to focus on her view of the countryside as another pang of pressure emanated from her crotch. It was expected, given that she was in a place designated as okay to relieve yourself in, and she wasn’t doing that. She just had to keep steeling herself as normal. But all the preparation in the world would’ve done little for what came next. Brighid’s entire body tensed up as she heard it: the sound of water forcibly splattering on the ground just behind her. Judging from the volume and myriad small noises, she surmised that both ladies had let go as one, and neither of them had exaggerated their need for relief. A second later, and she picked up a hum from Lora and a sigh from Haze, telltale signals of satisfaction. Worst of all, however, was the effect these these noises had on her. Immediately, the urge to let go became that much worse, forcing a light groan to escape her throat. She brought her legs together, one knee over the other, and swayed her hips to and fro at first, her body moving out of instinct rather than planned thought. It held the pressure at bay, but it also made her feel like a little girl shamelessly dancing in front of her parents, not the grown, refined woman that she was supposed to be. It pained her so, but Brighid grit her teeth behind her closed mouth and forced herself back into a proper posture, albeit with her legs still close together. She wanted to prevail, but it would be a hollow victory if she had to sacrifice her dignity to do so. In all, it only took about a minute for the sounds of two personal waterfalls to dwindle away to a light dribble, and then to nothing at all. Granted, a minute of torture still felt longer than an hour of pleasure, but at least the worst of it had finally passed. She didn’t want to think about the massive puddle the ladies had no doubt left in the soil. “Hahh,” she heard Haze sigh, “I’d been looking forward to that for a while!” “M-Me too,” came Lora’s reply. “Er, did you happen to bring anything we can clean up with? I don’t see any leaves around here.” “Don’t worry, I can take care of that.” “I can always count on you, H-oh!” Brighid picked up on a faint gust of wind blowing from behind the rock, lasting for a few seconds. She couldn’t say for certain, but she had an idea of how Haze had applied her powers over the wind just now. “W-Well, I didn’t think your powers had so much utility, Haze,” said Lora once the gust died down. Clothes ruffled afterwards, suggesting they were getting dressed again. “It’s come in handy a few times,” said Haze. “Um, sorry if I startled you there, Lady Lora.” Brighid heard their voices moving, so she turned back around. “It’s okay. Just a little warning next time, okay?” asked Lora as she and Haze rounded the corner, Lora having a noticeable blush. “Sure thing.” Haze looked to Brighid, and they both came to a stop. “Oh, Brighid! Thanks for keeping watch for us.” “I hope we weren’t too noisy for you,” said Lora, putting her hands together just in front of her waist. “It was no trouble,” Brighid replied. A lie to be certain, but she just wanted to be away from this place as soon as possible. Haze lifted her hands up and nodded. “We can keep watch for you now, if you’d like.” More temptation, exactly the last thing she needed right now when her bladder was all but begging her to agree. Instead, she shook her head and said, “Thank you, but that will not be necessary.” “Are you sure?” asked Lora, “We’ve been working for quite a while.” “I assure you, I am fine,” Brighid forced herself to say. “We had best regroup with the others, anyway. It’s not safe to be split up for long out here.” Lora and Haze looked at each other for a moment. “She has a point there,” said Haze. “Then we’ll just be on our way, I suppose,” said Lora with a shrug. The discussion ended there as the ladies departed from the rock. Once more, Brighid hung behind the other two while they chatted about this and that. That way, she could hide the wincing from her bladder expressing its disappointment in passing up a chance to finally empty itself. She had hoped that resisting that temptation would embolden her confidence, but if anything, her groin muscles felt weaker than ever. With her urge to pee being the worst she could recall in quite some time, Brighid had to wonder if her foe was feeling the same way. If not, she feared her dignity would be at serious risk before much longer.     Mythra had learned something today: it was possible for the muscles in her face to hurt from too much frowning and glaring. She rubbed her temples in an attempt to soothe the headache she was giving herself. This pain was nothing compared to what she felt in her groin, but she wasn’t about to put her hands there with a bunch of guys nearby. She looked back to where the other ladies had gone to for the umpteenth time. Finally, they were on their way back, which meant she could examine Brighid again. If she had given up and peed, then Mythra could finally run off and rain down a different golden power onto the earth in triumph. The closer Brighid got, however, the more obvious it became that this battle was not over. Her pursed lips, shorter steps, and deliberate walking behind the other girls gave away her powerful but still contained need. Mythra grit her teeth at the sight, both out of frustration and a way to fight her own urge. Mor Ardain’s hottest Blade was proving to be just as stubborn as she was. Not that Mythra had any doubts she would still prevail, but she wanted to be rid of all this urine inside her already, dammit. “We’re back!” announced Haze once the ladies had entered talking distance. Hearing this, the rest of the group dropped their own chatter and all gathered. “Took you long enough,” muttered Mythra. Her focus drifted to Brighid, and their eyes seemed to lock for a moment, though she might have imagined it. “So I guess it’s back to finding food with us?” asked Lora. “No, I think we’ve got enough for the resistance today,” said Addam. “More importantly, we need to take care of that next.” He turned towards the set of containers nearby, the same ones the tirkin had attempted to steal. “Seriously?” Mythra scoffed. “You want us to carry all that back to camp?” “Well, the militia can’t use it if it’s sitting all the way out here, can they?” replied Addam. “We have to return to camp with all the ingredients anyway,” said Jin, “There’s no reason we can’t do both at the same time.” I can think of a good reason, Mythra thought. Her groin muscles, already working hard to keep things sealed tight, trembled a bit at the thought of heavy lifting. “Then we better get moving,” said Addam. “They might be needing these supplies already.” They all walked over to the containers, each of them varying in size and weight. The next minute consisted of them figuring out how best to carry them back to the villa, with Addam delegating which person carried what cargo. Mythra found her bladder’s voice a bit louder than Addam’s, and thus tuned him out for the most part. “That just leaves the biggest one for us, right Mythra?” “Er, what?” She definitely heard that part. “Come on, it’s only fair we carry the heaviest load. Think of it as a workout!” he said with a cheeky smile. I’ll give you a real workout if you keep making my day worse, Mythra thought but was somehow wise enough to not say. Instead, she merely scoffed, gave a quick “whatever”, and stepped to one side of the container in question, a long metal crate only about a meter high but no doubt full of weapons, armor, and other heavy junk. As he squatted down, Mythra went to do the same. It was only when she got down there did she realize her bladder couldn’t tell the difference between a lifting squat and a peeing squat. Her face muscles tightened as much as her groin muscles did with both legs apart and nature only about a foot away from her bottom. “Alright, on three,” said Addam, “One-“ “Three!” Mythra wasn’t waiting another second with her bladder preparing to empty itself. She stood straight up, with Addam having no choice but to follow with her. The container’s weight spread across her arms and back, nothing she couldn’t handle, but the strain also reached the muscles in her stomach and groin. Ugh, out of one annoyance and into the next. “Easy now! This isn’t a race, you know!” yelled Addam. “Can we save the scolding for after we’re done carrying this?” Mythra responded. Addam looked around at the rest of their crew, all with heavy loads in their arms. “Fair enough. Onwards!” What followed was the longest few minutes Mythra ever had the displeasure of suffering through. Having to carry such heavy cargo a long ways was annoying enough, even if she was a good deal stronger than the average Blade. But it was made all the worse by her dire need to pee. Due to the wide load, she had to keep her legs slightly apart, and holding with her hands was obviously out of the question. This coupled with the weight meant she was relying solely on her groin muscles to keep several hours of pent-up piss from spraying right through her bottoms. Her only saving grace was the hope that Brighid was suffering some of the same strain as her. She would practically kill to see the prim and proper lady drop her crate and squeeze her crotch like her life depended on it. Sadly, that didn’t happen. The only welcome sight Mythra found along the way was the set of tents set up outside the villa gate, signaling that they had returned to the camp. “Ugh, finally,” she made her relief known. “So just set this down wherever?” Addam looked about as he walked backwards between the tents. “Sounds like it. We’ll need to sort this stuff out and- whoa!” Mythra didn’t need to ask what happened, for she was part of the ride. Addam had bumped into another crate nearby with his foot, sending him stumbling backwards and Mythra forwards. The good news was Addam regained his footing just as quickly, but Mythra was not as fortunate. When Addam came to a hard stop, Mythra kept going as the container lurched forward, causing it to hit her stomach with a not-insignificant amount of force. The impact forced air out of her in the form of an “Oof!”, and the pain followed shortly after, but that didn’t get Mythra’s attention. No, it was the feeling of warmth and wetness, small but no less present, between her legs that worried her most. Her eyes went wide and mouth shot open for an instant, and she immediately clamped down, her entire body going tense to keep nature from running its course right where she stood. I won’t lose, not right here, not like this! “You okay, Mythra?” Addam called her attention away from her bladder. “Sorry about that. Just tripped over something there.” It was then Mythra realized how obvious it was that something was off with her. She needed to get out of there, and fast. “Here, the camp can deal with this garbage now!” she yelled, letting the container fall into the ground on her side. She walked off towards the manor, her hands balled into fists. With any luck, no one would be stupid enough to come after her. Rounding the corner to the villa gate and stepping behind a tent, Mythra looked around to make sure nobody could see her. The moment she felt alone, her hands shot to her groin and legs twisted together while she hopped from one foot to the other. Pride didn’t matter in the least to her as long as no one knew, so if this is what she needed to do to win, then so be it. “Mythra!” But she had to immediately stand up tall once she heard Addam calling her. She muttered a “dumbass” under her breath as she turned around to face him, finding his arms crossed and expression not a happy one. “What, you want me to help sort through everyone’s laundry or something now?” she asked. “May I ask what could have gotten into you today?” “You mean aside from today being a big pain in the butt?” “Come now, we’ve been through more tiring work than this, and you weren’t half as difficult.” He paused to sigh, his frown relaxing. “I am your Driver, you know. We don’t need to hide anything from each other.” As usual, he was right, which she didn’t want to admit to. “I don’t…” she looked away while she looked for something to say. “Don’t what?” Mythra shook her head. She didn’t have the patience to come up with an excuse anyway. “Fine, you wanna know what’s wrong? I really gotta-” “Mister Addam!” Mythra didn’t bother to finish as they both turned in the direction of the yell. A second later, Milton ran around the corner with Mikhail following behind, both of them sporting panicked looks. “Boys? What’s wrong?” asked Addam. “There’s an emergency at the tents outside! They need your help right now!” “An emergency? We’re there! You two stay back here and wait for us,” said Addam before turning to her. “Mythra, let’s go!” Seriously!? Is there ever a quiet moment on this giant rock? Mythra thought with a grimace. Even more trouble awaited her, and she had no choice but to face it. As the kids ran further into the camp, Addam and Mythra set off into danger. With one hand on her crotch and the other on her sword, Mythra could only hope that she could beat the emergency outside before the emergency inside finally won.     I must endure. I must endure this! Brighid looped this thought through her head as she stood behind a tent, out of sight from her team. Her need for relief had overpowered her modesty at last, finally relenting with legs pressed together and hip-wiggling that no one of her status should ever reduce herself to. She didn’t know exactly how long she had left before her hold inevitably gave out, but it was getting closer by the second. The temptation to abandon this contest and make for the ladies’ room at once had never been stronger. Speaking of, where did Mythra run off to? She had stormed off towards the villa not long ago. Perhaps she had given up and was surrendering to nature’s call at long last. Unlikely, but Brighid needed something, anything, to hold onto if she wanted to stand a chance at victory. In any case, she at least had enough peace and quiet to focus solely on herself now, and was going to make the most of it. “Look out!” Until a shout and crashing sound caught her attention. At once, Brighid ran out from behind the tent to see the commotion, only to nearly open her eyes in shock. A large snake-like monster with bulging eyes towered over the other tents, shattering another crate with a lightning-fast strike before turning its gaze towards the team. “W-Where did that thing come from!?” yelled Haze. “Doesn’t matter. We need to stop it before it can hurt anyone,” said Jin, already pulling out his sword, never taking his eye off the beast. “Right! Boys, go find Addam and Mythra, then take cover inside!” Lora declared. “Don’t have to tell us twice!” said Milton as he and Mikhail turned and ran into the villa. Without taking his eyes off the monster, Jin nodded towards Brighid as she reached them. “Can you draw its focus so I can strike it from behind?” he said. “Of course!” Brighid grabbed her whip-swords and drew them without pause, a flair of blue flames flying off them. With legs still close together, she stepped up and looked the monster right in its eyes before swinging a streak of fire right at it, a roaring “fwoosh” of heat and light singing against the beast. The creature only reeled back for a moment, not particularly fazed by the attack, before lashing towards Brighid. She crossed her swords and braces herself, but the sheer brunt of the strike still forced her back a few feet. Gritting her teeth, Brighid lifted a sword as the monster reeled back once again, preparing to put all her might into it. Her underwear was wet. This realization alone was enough to make her gasp and slow her hand for a split second. The sword swung out into a whip, only to bounce off the snake’s thick hide and catch her off-guard. It was the worst possible time for her to lose focus, she discovered, for the Monster was already leaning back to strike again. With her guard wide open, all Brighid could do was brace herself for the hit. But as it shot forward, a ray of light blasted the beast from the side, knocking it back again. While it remained dazed, Brighid looked over to find Addam and Mythra running up from the gate, Mythra pressing one hand to her groin. “Everyone okay?” yelled Addam. “Nngh, y-yes,” Brighid said as she got back into a fighting stance. “But what of the others?” Just as she said this, Jin leapt up from behind the beast and brought his nodachi straight down onto its back. Unfortunately, it only bounced straight off its scales, and Jin fell onto his knees, quickly jumping away before the snake could counter. “It’s no good!” yelled Haze as she ran up to the others. “Our weapons can’t get through its skin!” “Sounds like it’s finally my turn,” said Mythra, faintly cracking a smile as her emerald core crystal began to glow. “You don’t mind a little overkill now, Addam?” Addam nodded. “Alright, but we need to lure it away from the camp first.” “I can handle that. It doesn’t seem to like me very much,” said Brighid. “Then you better hurry. I can’t hold this forever!” said Mythra, already gritting her teeth and pressing her legs together. Her bladder let off another pang out of sympathy, but Brighid had no time to pay it any mind now, not when innocent lives were in danger. She dashed off, quickly swinging another gust of flame towards the monster to directs its wrath. Her muscles burned as she ran as fast as possible, especially the ones in her groin, desperate to keep its contents from spilling out at such a crucial moment. She zigged and zagged, weaving around the beast’s attacks and throwing out more flame just to keep its attention long enough. With every strike, the monster got closer to her, and it wouldn’t be long before it closed the gap. Meanwhile, Mythra could feel sweat on her brow as the ether inside her continued to gather. Focusing for a laser strike from Siren normally didn’t put this much strain on her, but she had to work twice as hard to keep her bursting bladder in check. Suddenly, she gasped as another pang of pressure went through her. She no longer had the focus to keep it channeled, and thus released the ether, signaling the artifice far above to strike. A powerful beam shot down from the heavens, hitting the beast with deadly aim. The monster was vaporized in the concentrated blast, with Brighid just outside the ray, putting her blades up to brace herself from the shockwave of energy. The ray was gone as quickly as it arrived, leaving no trace that the monster ever existed. The battle was over, and all that remained was surveying the damage. As Brighid lowered her guard and put her swords away, she saw the team running up to her, Mythra included. “You okay, Brighid?” asked Lora as she arrived. “Yes. It would take more than a quick jog and some win to get the best of me, ” she replied. Mythra walked up to her, her eyebrows raised. “Well, gotta hand it to you. You definitely have some guts to play bait for a giant monster and a siren strike.” “Yes, and I must admit, as destructive as your power can be, I am fortunate that it’s on our side,” said Brighid. They took a moment to look at each other. For the first time since meeting, Mythra and Brighid could feel a small bit of genuine respect for each other forming. Maybe, just maybe, they were not destined to be eternal rivals after all. “Gah!” “Aah!” Their faces contorted, hearts leapt, and entire bodies went rigid as a spurt shot into both ladies’ undergarments. Instantly, their hands shot to their groins and bodies doubled over, eyes shut with a visible strain. “M-Mythra!?” called out Addam. “Brighid!?” gasped Lora. Their friends surrounded them, bombarding them with questions and concerned words. However, neither Brighid nor Mythra could really comprehend them, let alone respond. Every last bit of their mental faculties went into trying to prevent the inevitable one last time. But it wasn’t working for either of them. They could feel their holds slipping away, each heralded by another dribble in their panties, and no amount of pleading could stop it. The only thing they could do was try and hold on for just an instant longer than the other. Another gasp escaped their lips, and everything went silent for a moment. Their bodies went incredibly stiff, then relaxed as both Mythra, the Aegis, and Brighid, Jewel of Mor Ardain, wet themselves. Even in their accidents, the two ladies held quite the variety. Brighid’s wetting began slowly, with the first visible drops of lightly-tinted urine running down her legs first before it fell through her hands as a series of scattered drips and weak trails. The bright blue glow of her fingers faded as they became further soaked, with her legs growing dim not long after. For all her beautiful elegance, Brighid could not do a thing to make her accident appear ladylike in any way. Her breathing came out in slow pants, occasionally broken with a choke. She hung her head low, hiding her shame and red face as much as she could. For the first time since setting foot on Torna, her eyelids parted, revealing a pair of deep blue pupils that burned the image of the growing puddle at her feet forever into her memories. Never had she felt so disgraceful in her entire life. But Brighid may as well have been a pinnacle of grace when compared to Mythra. While she was also embarrassed beyond belief, the sheer release of all that pee had overridden any sense of modesty she could have had. Mythra practically pushed out urine as golden as her hair, gushing through her fingertips and making all sorts of hissing and piddling noises as it went everywhere down her bare legs. All the while, she kept her eyes shut and mouth open as a long, shameless moan left her throat. Eventually, Mythra found her strength leaving her legs as well, and lowered herself into a squat. Her soaked gloves left her groin, exposing her stained, saturated panties to all of Alrest. With nothing blocking it, her pee shot through her undies in a chaotic stream, quickly breaking up as it fell onto the already-large puddle in the dirt. Even the Aegis knew that peeing herself in front of her friends was something to be deeply ashamed of. Yet in that moment, she couldn’t muster up the willpower to care. It felt like every annoyance, every pain she had put up with that whole day was disappearing, leaving her in a void of physical and mental bliss. Until the initial wave of relief wore off, at least. Then the weight of her embarrassing display hit her all at once. She opened her eyes and mouth in a look of pure horror, who all shared dumbfounded looks. The only one who didn’t was Jin, who glanced to the side and looked rather annoyed by the whole thing. “G-guh, I, buh…” Mythra stammered, her eyes darting about. “S-Stop watching!” She finally managed to say, closing her legs while she continued to spray the ground. “Oh! S-Sorry!” Lora turned around at once. “W-We didn’t mean to look like that, h-honest!” said Haze from behind her hands covering her entire face. “Um, a-are you two not feeling well?” “N-Not feeling well? I’m pissing myself in public, what do you think!?” “Mythra!” said Addam in a stern tone. “I know you’re upset, but we only want to help. Now, can you please tell us if you’re ill in some way?” “Er, well, I…” Mythra lowered her head, seeing her massive puddle for herself. By the time her bladder was fully emptied, her shoes were surrounded by urine on all sides, a true testament to the holding capacity of an Aegis. Had she not soaked her panties and legs just now, she would have been impressed with herself. “We are not ill.” The team all turned to Brighid as she slowly stood upright again, her own stream having faded to a few drops. The puddle around her feet was not as big as Mythra’s, but still more than what the average person was capable of. The trails that ran down her legs were already evaporating from her fiery heat, but it also had the unfortunate effect of amplifying the smell of urea around her. “This... was simply the result of some very poor judgment,” Brighid continued, her red cheeks burning hot and sharply contrasting with her blue hair. “Er, that’s putting it mildly…” Haze rubbed the back of her head. “But I still don’t understand,” said Lora, “Why didn’t you, um, do that when you were with us earlier?” “And I must ask you the same question, Mythra,” said Addam. “Really didn’t think I’d have to have a conversation like this twice in one day,” he muttered to himself. “Uugh, can I get cleaned up first before I explain?” said Mythra as she stood up. “You have no idea how gross this feels right now, and I’m not even wearing leggings or anything.” “I… must agree with her,” said Brighid. “I promise I will explain myself afterwards. I owe all of you that much and my sincerest apologies, at the very least.” “Er, I suppose that would be for the best,” said Addam, a little bit of pink appearing on his face. “Jin and I will just leave you to it for now.” “Here, we can help you out with that,” said Lora. She and Haze walked up to Brighid and Mythra’s side and took hold of their arms. “Right, and don’t think we’ll take ‘no’ for an answer!” Haze said with a smile at Mythra’s face. “You are way too happy for this,” Mythra commented. Brighid did not get a chance to respond, for they were soon tugged along to somewhere private and with a bath, she hoped. At least then, she could remove every physical trace of the disgusting, demeaning waste on her. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do about the shame. It would follow her until the day she or Emperor Hugo drew their last breath. She normally loathed the idea of losing all her memories upon bonding with a new Driver. However, she would gladly welcome that if it meant never having to relive this experience again.     “The entry ends here.” Brighid closed the book with a soft snap, setting it down on the table next to her. Its blue cover, illuminated by a nearby candle, simply read the name “Brighid” and a date from long ago. “To be honest, I always found this one rather curious,” she continued from her chair. “It’s a wonder that I - or rather, my past self - saw fit to record even that incident.” “Perhaps you were even more diligent five hundred years ago than you are now,” responded Mòrag from across the room. “More diligent, maybe, but certainly not as wise.” Brighid raised a hand to her chin. “I will never understand what would cause me to act so abrasive towards another lady, let alone engage in such a crass competition.” “In fairness, it sounds as though Mythra lacked the self-restraint that she exercises today,” said Mòrag. “I imagine your skin was not the only one she managed to get underneath.” Brighid looked up and over towards Mòrag, or at least to the privacy screen that hid her from view. Not even the Special Inquisitor could hide the deflation in her voice that one gets when their confidence has taken a hit. Standing up, Brighid walked over to the screen, her heels clacking along the stone floor. “In any case, I had other reasons for reading you this particular entry,” she said as she reached the corner and turned to the side. “I assume it was meant for my benefit, somehow?” Though she couldn’t be seen, Brighid nodded. “I thought it would ease your misery a bit to know that you are not the only proud citizen of Mor Ardain to suffer such a blunder.” Silence met Brighid at first, and she wondered if she would have to better explain herself. She then heard light stepping around the screen, and Mòrag entered her view, clad only in a dark undershirt with matching boyshorts. It took a moment for their eyes to meet, with Mòrag’s lacking some of the strength she normally displayed. “You know I appreciate what you have done for me tonight,” Mòrag started. She glanced over to her uniform draped over another chair. The wet patch could not be seen on her dark trousers in dim lights, but they both knew it was there. “But I’m afraid only time can help soothe me,” she continued, ending with a sigh. “Hmm, perhaps that was the case with me as well.” Brighid looked to the stained uniform, then back to Mòrag. “But please allow me to remind you of one more thing.” “And that is?” Brighid lifted a hand and rested it on Mòrag‘s arm, careful to keep the heat of her flames low. Her eyelids parted, and a set of blue pupils pierced into Mòrag‘s eyes. “No matter what, you will always have all of Mor Ardain to support you, and you may always rely on me in your moments of doubt and weakness,” Brighid said with a smile as warm as the flames coming off her. Right before Mòrag’s eyes drifted away again, Brighid thought she saw a bit of gratitude in them, along with the strength and pride that she was normally filled with. “Brighid, I…” “We should finish getting you dressed.” Brighid withdrew her hand and closed her eyes. “We have quite a bit of work ahead of us tonight.” Mòrag opened her mouth for a moment, only to close it in a small nod. “Yes, that stampede has left quite a mess for us. We may not see any rest until daybreak. I trust you are prepared as always?” she spoke in her professional tone. That bit of pride returning to Mòrag’s voice was exactly what Brighid wanted to hear. It would take much more than a simple piddling incident to bury the proud Special Inquisitor hiding within. She was certain Mòrag would fully return to her old self before she knew it. “Hey, Margie!” The door to their quarters opened with a slam, and the clacking of talons came in. Without hesitation, Brighid moved in front of Mòrag to help preserve her modesty as they both looked to whoever so rudely barged in. They only calmed down a little once they saw the feathers and dull eyes of a certain bird Blade. “Finch?” asked Mòrag. “What is the meaning of this?” asked a stern Brighid. “Oh, girls! You gotta hear this! It’s really important!” Finch replied, hopping up and down. “Calm yourself, Finch. What do we need to hear?” said Mòrag. Finch stopped hopping, though there was still a little quiver to her movement. “I heard there was this big stampede through the city! Lots of monsters running around tearing up the place and all that! We should do something about it!” Mòrag and Brighid glanced at each other for a moment. “Yes, we are more than aware of the stampede,” said Mòrag, “And need I remind you again that my name is Mòrag?” “W-Wait, you knew already?” Finch blinked a few times. “Whoops, sorry about that! I only found out about it when I came back from, uh, wherever I was.” “Yes, your assistance would have been most appreciated then,” said Brighid. While Brighid’s brows furrowed, Mòrag simply arched hers. “May I ask why you continue to fidget?” “Huh?” Finch looked down at her body as she kept shifting weight between her feet. “Oh, right! I was also coming up here because there was something else I really needed to do. It was, um… er…” Finch slowed her dancing to a stop, then lifted up her head and adopted a faraway look in her eyes. Her hands pointed at her head as she rolled it back and forth, lost in her own mind as she sought to remember that important thing. No matter how hard she tried, the answer just would not come to her. However, Mòrag and Brighid soon discovered the answer themselves. Between the feathers at Finch’s groin, a spurt of yellow dribbled onto the ground. It quickly picked up to a light jet, creating a piddling noise against the floor as a puddle grew between her talons. All the while, Finch remained in the same pose, though whether she was oblivious or ignorant of proper potty training could not be determined. But whatever the reason, there she was, openly peeing on the floor like it was nothing. Both ladies, not sharing the same free spirit, balked at the sight, with Brighid putting a hand up to her mouth. Never had she seen such a vulgar action performed so brazenly, at least not in her current incarnation. Mòrag shared the same sentiment; Finch was mere moments from receiving a stern talking-to, the only decision to make whether they began before or after she was finished relieving herself. Still, she supposed there was a silver lining to this. To actually see someone embarrassing herself in such a manner, especially a Blade serving a high-ranking official… She had to admit, it made her own incident seem just a little less severe. How did that saying go? Misery loves company, right? Now that she thought of it, perhaps “Birds of a feather” fit better here. No one else in this room could exactly judge her for her accident now. Maybe this was the real reason the Brighid of the past recorded such an embarrassing moment. In some strange way, she felt closer to her comrades now. No matter where her adventures took her, Mòrag was certain of one thing: there was nowhere else she felt that she belonged more so than with this odd crew by her side.         (A/N: And yes, I already wrote that Mòrag story. You can read it here.)

MasterXploder

 

Germaphobe

Mia’s friends would call her a germaphobe, though she didn’t consider herself to be one. She always carried around a bottle of hand sanitizer, and she always brought her own lunch to school (who knows where school lunch has been?), and she never used a public restroom. In fact, she never used anyone else’s toilet but her own. They were always disgusting. She always waited until she was in the comfort of her own bathroom at her house to go. Of course, this has caused her a considerate amount of discomfort over the course of her young life, but it’s worth it to avoid those awful places. Her bathroom was always pristine. ”They’re disgusting!” she told her group of friends one day at lunch. Their names were Kara, Talia, and Amanda. “I can’t even think about putting my butt on anything that tons of other people  have done their business on!” She tapped her foot in desperation. “I wish girls didn’t have to pee.” ”I agree, they’re nasty,” Amanda said, “that’s why I hover.” ”You still have to walk in there and touch the stall door and stuff!” ”You’re overreacting,” said Talia. “You know there’s more germs on a keyboard than a toilet seat?” ”I know. I always wipe down any keyboard I use.” ”You’re germaphobic!” ”Am not!” Mia defended vehemently, wiggling her butt in the chair in response to the urgent need to pee she was neglecting. This was normal, though. She always went home from school with a heavy bladder. Making a beeline to the bathroom in her bedroom was part of her routine. ”Anyway, what time are you guys gonna able to come over tomorrow?” Amanda asked. They were all spending the night at her house. Mia’s chest fluttered with excitement. She’d never spent the night at a friends house before. ”I’m free all day,” she said. ”My mom could just pick us all up from school and bring us straight to my place.” They all agreed. The next morning, Mia woke up and eagerly got her things together. Still in pajamas, she threw a change of clothes, a hairbrush, and a nintendo DS into her school bag. She didn’t even notice she was hopping from foot to foot, really needing her morning pee. She walked to the bathroom, but her brother was taking a shower. A little disappointed, she instead put on her school clothes, closing her jeans around her urine-filled tummy. She squirmed while she ate her breakfast (eggs, toast, and a tall glass of orange juice), pulling on the button every once in a while. She skipped to the bathroom and released her liquids, her golden stream splashing into the toilet water below. The whole day she couldn’t concentrate on her work. All she could think about was how much fun she was going to have, and how they’d probably stay up all night. At the end of the day, Mia and her friends stood together at the car loop and chatted. It was only then when she noticed that the orange juice had made its way through body, and now wanted out. She shifted her weight from foot to foot discreetly, wanting to go home so she could pee. Then she realized it: she wasn’t going home. She wouldn’t go home until tomorrow morning. ‘Okay, no big deal,’ she thought, ‘I’ll just hold it. It’s not that long a time. People have held it for way longer than a day, I’m sure.’ She pulled on the button of her jeans that squeezed so cruelly against her swollen bladder. Amanda’s mom gave them a ride to the house. Mia had been there many times before, but she’s never used their toilet. She tapped her foot the whole ride there. When they arrived, she hopped out of the car a little too eagerly and jarred her liquid-filled organ more than she’d have liked to. She pulled on the button again and stepped in place, waiting for the others to get out. They went up to Amanda’s room, where they talked and played video games. for a whilecompletelforgot about her need until Amanda’s mom called them downstairs for dinner. Mia was dissappointed at what the meal was. It’s true that most kids love pizza, Mia was lactose intolerant. Not wanting to be rude, and feeling rather hungry anyway, she took two slices. She poured herself a tall glass of coke without thinking and felt the first sip go right to her bladder, making her press her legs together under the table. Sill not wanting to be rude, she finished the whole glass as to not be rude. She was scooting back and forth for the entire meal (three whole slices), but her friends didn’t seem to notice. When they went back up to Amanda’s room, they played some video games. By then, Mia’s need was urgent. She was sitting on her foot, grinding into her heel any chance she got. With her palms placed tensely on her knees, she refused any offer to play the game because she didn’t want to divide her concentration. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She wasn’t concerned about leaking just yet. In fact, she’d had to go this badly tons of times, and held it for a lot longer. She thought about how much worse she had to go a few years back at a fair, where she refused to use the porta potties despite having had three large icees. “Are you sure you don’t want to play, Mia?” Talia asked. “I’m fine, I’m not really into this game. I can just watch.” “Are you alright?” “Yeah, I just kind of need to pee.” “The bathrooms right across from my room in the hall,” Amanda pointed out with a mouth full of chips. Mia didn’t get up, though. “Why don’t you go?” Kara asked. “You guys know I don’t like using other bathrooms other than my own.” “Not even mine?” Amanda said, confused, “dude, it’s not that dirty.” “It’s just a security thing, I’m fine.” “So you’re just gonna stay having to pee for the whole night?” Mia didn’t answer. A couple of hours later, Mia’s need increased considerably. She sat with her arms hugging her knees and her jeans unbuttoned. Sweat dripped down her face and she wiped it with her shoulder. Her bladder was pulsing strongly, urging her to empty it. Orange juice and Coca Cola wanted out of her body as soon as possible. She needed to pee really badly at this point. There were many times that she could remember needing to go this bad, most of them at school. She could still hold it for a while longer, but there was an entire night ahead of her. About a half hour later, Kara mentioned getting the beds ready. Amanda and Talia got the bed, but Mia was able to called the couch, as to not sleep on the floor. She went into the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on pajamas. She stepped in place as she skinned her jeans off, patting and squeezing her crotch when needed. She was standing there in her underwear when the thought of just using the toilet crossed her mind. She had to pee really bad, so bad that she couldn’t stand still. It was only about 8 o’clock at this point, and her next opportunity to pee in her own house wouldn’t be for at least another twelve hours. Thoughts of other people sitting there pushed the consideration out of her head, though. She brushed her teeth while hopping around, squeezing herself with her free hand. Then, she pulled on her blue cotton pajamas and went out there, still harboring an urgent need to urinate. The night was rough. Hours passed by like days as poor Mia filled up like a water balloon. There was so much liquid sloshing around inside of her when she moved that she could barely stand up straight, but she did her best to keep the severity of her need unknown. By the time her friends went to bed, she was in pain. Out of sight from her sympathetic friends who would make her use the bathroom, she was able to writhe and squirm all she needed. Both hands were inside of her underwear, squeezing between her legs with all her might. It was a little after 2:00 AM and Mia’s friends had been asleep for a long time. The pain from her swollen abdomen had kept Mia awake, tossing and turning in desperation, both hands never leaving her crotch. She had to pee so bad! There was no way she’d be able to make it until morning, but still she laid there in agony, twisting her legs together trying to keep the massive amount of urine contained inside of her body. She hadn’t peed in almost a full day! Mia touched her belly with her fingers and felt her bursting, rock-hard bladder pulsing against her skin. She rolled over on her side and hugged her legs up into a fetal position. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, and for a while, she succeeded...   She awoke to the excruciating feeling of her bladder ready to pop. She was still in a fetal position, and she was absolutely exploding. It was still dark outside, and her friends were still all asleep. She scrunched her face up, waiting for the wave to subside, but it didn’t. It was an intense, excruciating ache. She needed to pee NOW. Mia glanced down to the bathroom, where the toilet stood invitingly. Images of countless people using it crossed her mind. She couldn’t use it, no way. Nobody uses Mia’s bathroom except for her, except her brother when he has to shower, but Amanda’s was open to guests. As far as she was concerned, there seemed to be nowhere she could pass water at the moment, even though she really really needed to. Her belly was hurting so bad that Mia was afraid she was doing actual harm to her body by holding it in this long. She rolled over on her back and touched her abdomen. Her bulge was so much bigger now, and sensitive to the touch. She looked at the clock, which read 4:06 AM. She couldn’t hold it any longer. She was in excruciating agony. She got up gingerly, holding back whimpers. She couldn’t stand up straight at all, and walking felt like daggers in her bursting bladder. She waddled slowly over to the toilet with both hands squeezing her crotch. She turned the light on and, out of curiosity, shakily lifted her shirt to see if she could see the bump in her belly, and she could. ‘Jesus Christ I look pregnant’ she thought. She looked at the toilet, willing herself to hurry up and do it. She needed to go so badly, but she just couldn’t bring herself to sit down on the toilet. The poor girl didn’t know what to do. She left the bathroom, defeated. Mia was constantly bending over, even when walking, because standing up straight squeezed her bladder in an awful way. Walking took much longer than usual, too. Every step she took was like a punch to the tummy. She waddled back to the couch and flumped down, pee sloshing around inside her. She was on the verge of tears as she tried to fall asleep, wishing to god that she’d wake up and go home immediately so she could urinate. She decided she’d have to do something drastic. Waddling as fast as she could, (which wasn’t very fast at all), she made her way to the stairs. On the first step she took, she spurted. Mia squeezed even harder and shut her eyes, holding back choked whimpers of pain. Urine still leaked out of her burning urethra as she did this, and once it finally stopped, there was a small, golf-ball sized patch on the crotch of her pajama bottoms. She needed to pee NOW. She painstakingly made her way down the steps. She was quite wet by the time she reached the bottom, and she could feel it on her fingers which perpetually squeezed between her legs. The bursting girl went to the front door and opened it up as silently as she could. Then she slipped out and waddled over to the side of the yard where a rather large bush was. For a moment, she hesitated. Her screaming bladder was begging to be emptied, but she stood there for a few seconds. She spurted again, and she held it with all her might again, despite having the opportunity to pee. She was too dignified to pee outside, too germaphobic to pee in the toilet... What was she going to do? In her extreme desperation and pain-filled state, she started to cry. She was bent over with both hands buried in between her legs, sobbing from needing to pee so badly. She spurted again and actually fell to her knees in an effort to hold it in, her urethra burning even worse than before. When her stream subsided, her butt was soaked. A few minutes passed before she was able to bring herself to relieve the screaming agony in her bladder. She gingerly stood up, pulled her pajama bottoms down to her knees, and squatted down. She thought she would burst immediately, but she didn’t. She still felt the extreme need to urinate. She was shaking, and still crying a little. Most of all, she wanted to pee. She needed to pee. Mia was confused as to why she couldn’t let go now, when just before she was fighting to keep it inside her. From a lack of balance, she fell on her butt, jarring her overfull belly and sloshing the urine around inside her. She massaged her bladder and pushed on it, but it was only causing her more pain. She had to go so bad! Why couldn’t she go? She pulled her pants and underwear completely off and spread her pussy lips apart with her fingers. She pictured waterfalls and babbling brooks, begging her body to let her release the ocean of urine pent up inside her. The screaming, pulsing ache of her bladder was too much for the poor girl to bear. No matter how much she pushed, she couldn’t pee. It was torture! Mia felt a fart bubbling up in her belly, which was the last thing she needed right now. Her bladder was ready to burst open, and now the three slices of pizza have come back to haunt her. It only added to the awful pressure on her bladder. She shouldn’t have eaten so much pizza, knowing she was lactose intolerant. Behind the pain in her bladder, she felt huge amounts of gas traveling from her belly to her anus. A loud, booming fart was released without her even pushing. In a way, she was glad she didn’t use the toilet, because she wouldn’t have been able to hold that in. She wasn’t done, though. Her stomach was hurting badly, on top of the excruciating pain in her bladder. She felt more gas making its way through her body, then she released another lengthy fart. There was so much discomfort in her lower half, she could hardly take it. “Ohhh... why can’t I pee?” she groaned, “I have to go so bad...” She was genuinely concerned about her health. This couldn’t be good for her. It felt like her belly was going to burst! Mia stood up on shaking legs. It felt weird being naked outside, almost dirty, but that was the least of her concerns. ‘Maybe if I walk around a bit it will be easier to go, like when I walk my dog...’ she thought. Her bursting bladder was protruding out of her belly with the immense amount of urine it was holding. It felt like she was carrying around a bowling ball. Between her rumbling tummy and her screaming bladder, Mia found it rather difficult to walk around, but she managed to go around in a circle, still bent over. It felt like knives, and it didn’t help. All she managed to relieve herself of was more gas. She decided to try to sit on the toilet. She already sat on the ground, she might as well sit on a filthy toilet seat. Perhaps her body is so used to peeing in a bathroom, she can’t go anywhere else. She brushed the dirt off her butt and gingerly pulled her pajama bottoms on, trying not to squish her liquid-filled belly too much. Mia couldn’t believe how badly she needed to urinate, and the fact that she couldn’t release her fluids scared her. She waddled up the yard with her hands in closed fists at her side, and when she went up the steps to the front porch, she felt it. She started leaking into her pants. Immediately, Mia yanked down her pajama bottoms, sat on the steps, and exploded. Pee sprayed out of her like a fire hose and pattered against the concrete driveway. The relief she felt was immense. She couldn’t help but moan with pleasure at the feeling of her overstretched bladder finally being emptied. Her legs shook and her head fell back in pure bliss. The stream went strong for nearly three minutes before dying down. She massaged the last few spurts out of her bladder with her hands and let out a sigh of relief. It felt so good to finally be empty again after nearly a full day of holding. She pulled her pants back up and looked at the huge, gleaming puddle of urine she’d produced. She had no idea she could even hold that much. It dropped over the sides of the concrete into the grass and travelled downhill to the street. She farted again, then again. Then she felt a different kind of fullness in her belly. “Oh, no,” she groaned to herself. Her lactose intolerance wasn’t done punishing her for the three cheese pizzas she ate. She just hoped she could hold it until she got home. She crept back in the house and tip-toed up the stairs. She was on her way to her bed when it hit her hard, and suddenly she needed to go NOW. She ran to the bathroom, pinching her cheeks together with her right hand. She hesitated again, but not because the toilet was dirty. She knew she would be loud with this, and she didn’t want to go through the humiliation of waking her friends up with a bowel movement. Mia hopped from foot to foot, both hands on her butt, wondering what to do. She felt like crying again, but there was something comical about her current situation. She really couldn’t catch a break tonight. A fart escaped her without warning, and she knew she didn’t have much time. She grabbed the toilet paper off the holder and bolted outside as quietly as possible. When she got to the spot behind the bush, she realized something. Poop was different than pee. You can’t just go in the grass, you need to dig a hole or something, right? Amanda didn’t have a dog she could blame it on. She hopped from foot to foot trying to think of what she could do, releasing another fart every thirty seconds. She twisted her legs around like a pretzel and squeezed her butt in desperation. If she didn’t come up with something quick, it was going to be bad. She sprinted around to the backyard, hoping to God there’d be a way to empty her bloated belly. She noticed an old tool shed in the corner of the yard. The desperate girl ran in and searched for a shovel in the disorganized pile of tools that laid about, the whole time squirming and fidgeting trying to keep the volcano from erupting. When she found one at last, she took it to the bush and stuck it in the soft dirt. That small amount of exertion strained her bowels even further and made her need worsen. She hopped around and squeezed her butt waiting for the wave to pass, but like her bladder before, it didn’t. With one hand clenching her bottom with all her might, she pushed the shovel downward so it pulled up the dirt and clattered to the ground. ‘Oops, that was a little loud...’ she thought, hoping no one in the house heard it. The divot she made didn’t look big enough unfortunately, so while patting her butt with her hand, she picked the shovel back up and stuck it in the ground again. After a moment of desperate writhing, she pushed it down again, this time letting it fall on her foot as to not make so much noise. Mia had no idea it would hurt that bad. Hopping on one foot, struggling to keep herself from crying out, she cradled her poor, crushed foot in her hands and actually forgot about her dire need for a moment. A couple of tears fell from her face as she limped back over to the hole and threw the shovel aside. ‘It looks big enough now,’ she thought, squeezing her butt now that her desperation returned. She yanked down her pants and squatted over the hole, immediately exploding. She could feel her stomach actually getting smaller. It was loud, but she wasn’t sure if it was worth it to come all the way outside and hold it for that much longer. Once she finished, she wiped herself and filled the hole back up, then crept inside and washed her feet off in the sink (for they had been extremely dirty). Mia crawled back in bed, finally feeling empty for the first time in hours. She drifted off into a peaceful sleep...   Mia was the last one to wake up. It was a little after noon, and her mom was already there to pick her up. Her bladder was full again, but even though she had sat in the dirt last night, she didn’t relieve herself in Amanda’s bathroom. She said bye to Amanda and thanked her parents, then got in the car to go home. “Did you have fun?” her mother asked. She nodded, but the only thing she could think about was her full, bloated bladder pulsing against the waistband of her pajama bottoms. When she got home, she went straight to her bathroom. “Hello, old friend,” she thought as she sat on her own toilet and released her water the right way.

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Full Bladder Curse!

Olivia was a curious girl, always wandering through the Magic Woods where she wasn’t supposed to go. “There are dangerous things in there,” said her older sister, “You wouldn’t want a wizard to cast a spell on you for trespassing in his forest!” Olivia didn’t listen, though, for there were far too many wonderful things to see in the Magic Woods. As she wandered gleefully through a forest path, she came upon a stream. It wasn’t an ordinary stream, though, for the water ran a magnificent glowing blue. Olivia, who had become perched from walking through the forest for so long, kneeled down and drank from the river. She drank and drank until her tummy was full and her thirst was adequately quenched. “Stop!” She heard someone yell, “stop, stop!” She looked up and saw a small bearded man with a long cane pointing at her. “You dare drink from my river? My magic river?” “Oh, I’m awfully sorry,” she said, “I didn’t realize this magic river was yours!” “Bah, that’s what they all say! All want a taste of my splendid water, but it isn’t for you! For that you must pay!” “But I’m only a girl! I’ve no powers or weapons! Ill leave now, and you’ll never see me again!” “Nay, no weapons, but you have prying eyes that saw the way to my magic river!” “I’ll never speak a word of it, I swear! I swear!” “Hmm, maybe you speak the truth, but you still have a belly full of magic water. That must come out, yes it must. Okay, hold still.” With that, the wizard shot a beam of golden light at Olivia. It stung a bit, but mostly it scared her. She fell backwards in the grass. “Hey!” She shouted, “what did that do?” “You’ll soon see, little girl. It will wear off in a day or two. Now begone with you!” Olivia ran as far away from the river as she could. By then, it had begun to get dark, and her mother would be needing her home soon. She began the long walk back. As she walked, the curious girl felt herself needing the restroom rather urgently. It wasn’t too bad, but she picked up the pace. Not five minutes later, though, her hands had made their way in between her legs, and she was hoping she could make it home. She walked even faster. Ten minutes after that, she was hobbling as fast as she could through the forest, really needing to go potty. She needed to go so badly, and she wasn’t even halfway home yet! She decided she couldn’t wait, and strayed from the trail to look for a good bush. Once she found one, she began undoing her belt while hopping around from foot to foot. “Gotta pee, gotta pee, gotta pee...” she was saying to herself, pulling her pants down to release her stream. Just at that moment though, a Bush Gnome popped out, one of the many whimsical woodland creatures that reside in the Magic Forest. She’d never pulled her pants up so fast. “What’re you doing in my front lawn?” He demanded. “I’m sorry!” Olivia said as she ran away embarrassed, urine sloshing around in her bladder. Now she really had to go. She felt like she was going to leak at any moment! With both hands pressed hard into her girlhood, she ran around the forest looking for an uninhabited place to do her business. The problem with that is that the magic forest is teeming with intelligent life, gnomes here and wizards there, eyes at every turn that Olivia doesn’t want to see her peeing. While she was running, though, she began to leak, and she realized she didn’t have a choice. She yanked down her pants, sat down with her legs spread, and released a torrent of pee, her belly thanking her graciously for the relief. Her head fell back and her eyes closed with bliss. When she looked down, she was surprised to see glowing blue streaming out of her privates instead of golden yellow. This must have been the work of the wizard. She went home feeling five pounds lighter, but by the time she reached her front door, she was already shifting her weight from foot to foot. She stepped inside and saw her sister, Emma, studying on the couch. “Hey, sis,” she said. “Hey,” Olivia responded sheepishly, making a beeline to the bathroom. “You weren’t in the magic forest were you?” “N-no,” she said, stepping lightly in place. “Cause I can tell, you know, when you’re lying.” She spun around and looked Olivia in the eye. “You weren’t in the magic forest, were you?” “No, I swear!” They locked eyes. A worried, guilty Olivia stood frozen in place, clenching her lower half trying to keep her water in. Finally, she said “I have to pee!” And ran to the toilet, which wasn’t a lie. She really had to go. She released a river of blue and left to her room, where she picked up one of her favorite books. She hadn’t even gotten five pages in before she felt the familiar tingle in her abdomen again. “What the hell?” She mumbled to herself. “That’s it! Why do I have to go so often? It’s probably an illusion. I don’t actually have to go, I just think I do. I’m not gonna go until tomorrow morning!” Thirty minutes after that declaration, she was having second thoughts. She struggled to stay concentrated on her book, having to reread pages 2, 3, even 4 times when her need took up too much mind space. Her bladder felt like it was about to explode. She was forced to change leg positions every few seconds when the discomfort got to be too much. She gave up on reading and threw her book to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Her squeezing fingers and her burning urethra didn’t feel like adequate protection against the ocean of pee inside of her. Illusion or not, she had to GO. Olivia jumped up and ran to the bathroom, but to her dismay, it was closed and locked. Her sister must be in there.

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PSA: Rearz Inc. attempting to trademark "Omutsu"

How would it make you feel if OmoOrg one day tried to trademark the term "Omorashi"? What if we made it clear we owned the word and legally banned the community from making use of the term? You'd probably be pretty mad, right? Justifiably so.   Unfortunately, that is exactly what a Canadian company called Rearz, Inc. is trying to do with the term Omutsu. Omutsu, as you may already know, is essentially just Japanese for "diaper." It is a term we use widely in OmoOrg's AB/DL community, as it goes hand-in-hand with Omorashi.   It's important to note that this is not the first time Rearz, Inc. has done this, either. Last year, the company notoriously attempted to trademark the term ABDL, leading to widespread company backlash that eventually forced them to abandon their pursuits.
https://www.techdirt.com/articles/20180108/07500338956/community-backlash-leads-adult-diaper-company-to-drop-trademark-application-abdl.shtml   Now they are at it again, this time over the terms Omutsu and Onesie,   You can find the patent application for Omutsu here:
http://www.ic.gc.ca/app/opic-cipo/trdmrks/srch/viewTrademark?id=1922466&lang=eng&tab=reg   Despite widespread outlash, Rearz Inc. has opted to completely ignore the communities outcry; going as far as to block people who demand an explanation for the trademark applications on Twitter. I have personally reached out to Rearz Inc. several times in a request for a comment or some explanation, and warned that if they did not at least respond to the community on this issue, I would publish an official article on OmoOrg calling them out for it. Over 1 month later, we're still waiting.   If you agree with me that a company trying to trademark general words such as "Omutsu" and "ABDL" is shady and should not be tolerated, help make your voice heard. Call them out for trademark trolling on their Twitter and elsewhere. We can either make sure as many people as possible realize what they are doing, or ideally force them to abandon their trademark applications again.
https://twitter.com/RearzInc   Regardless of what happens, I want to be clear that even if their trademark for Omutsu is granted in Canada, OmoOrg has no intentions of recognizing it. Outside of Canada, it is not legally valid to have a trademark of generic foreign words, and as such, their trademark application is not valid or enforceable outside of the country. Regardless, these kinds of things should not be tolerated based on principle alone. What they are doing is shady and harmful to the community as a whole, which is why I strongly suggest everyone boycott this company and continue calling them out for what they do until they eventually do the right thing and abandon their shady trademark pursuits.

Maki

Chapter 8

"Ah, Risa, you can put those over there." The next day started my first official day working at the pet shop. It turns out Mikan can't officially work here until she gets a work dog license like Kotarou has, so we let her rest at home for today. Mostly I've just been helping Kotarou handle deliveries and tidying up around the shop. "I think that's everything. Risa, let's take a break." Kotarou leads me back to the shop where she hands me a homemade bento box. "Here. Mom made one for both of us today." "Oh. Nadeshiko, you didn't need to do that." Nadeshiko gives me a warm smile as Kotarou hands me her bento box. "It's no problem, Risa. It's the least I can do to thank you for taking care of Kotarou last night." I nearly bite my tongue as I'm reminded of last night's events. Kotarou just smiles and wags her tail, leaning over abruptly and offering my cheek a quick lick. "I had lots of fun with Risa~." My cheeks flush red as Nadeshiko lets out a giggle. "My, my~. You two look to be getting along well." I drown out the embarrassment of the scene by promptly shoving rice in my mouth. Wow. It's good. Really good, in fact. Man, I'm almost envious. Nadeshiko is a much better cook than I am. I make it halfway through the meal before I'm interrupted by a gurgling in my gut, which reminds me.. I haven't done.. "that" since before our visit to the fair. I realize maybe I should slow down on the food.. but it would be impolite to Nadeshiko not to finish the meal she prepared for me, and it's just so delicious I don't want to. So, I scarf down the rest, somehow out-pacing even Kotarou. "Thank you for the meal, it was wonderful!" After lunch, I follow Kotarou to help her walk the dogs. Mostly, it's an uneventful walk. Until about halfway through. Grrrglglgll "Nngh." Crap. Plowing through lunch was a bad idea after all. "Risa? Are you okay?" "A-ah, I'm fine!" Kotarou stares at me for a moment before making a suggestion. "If you need to potty, we could find a bush or something." "N-no! No! Uhm, I mean.. I don't need to.. pee." Kotarou's head tilts, before a playful smirk hits her face and she wanders off ahead of me. "Ah~, well Risa is a big girl, I'm sure she can hold it until the end of work." Nngh. What happened to that sympathy she had just a moment ago? I have to squirm and shift my hips from side to side as we circle back around to the shop. That's when I notice something else shifting on our way back.. the weather is starting to look grim. I have to use a hand to keep my skirt tugged down as the wind picks up. By the time the store is in view again, a sudden strong cramp forces me to freeze in place. "..Nnghh..!" Nudge. "Risa, hurry up!" Oh God. I nearly lose it right there when Kotarou forces me forward. Just a little bit further and I'll ask Nadeshiko to use the shop bathroom. "I'll put the dogs in their cages, you wait here Risa!" "But.." "Wait, wait! I'll just be a minute!" I'm starting to think this mischievous pup is just seeking to keep me from the restroom. But I don't know where the employee bathroom is to begin with, so it's not like I have much choice. Several minutes pass, and no trace of Kotarou. Grrglglgll Nnh. I will not last much longer at this rate. I'll just look for the bathroom myself. I creep inside the shop and look around, but I barely take a few steps in the door before Kotarou comes running up. "Ah, Risa! Sorry, I had to help mom with something. She says she'll close up here and asked me to walk you home." "Oh. Okay, but first, where is your bathr-" I'm not even able to finish getting the words out of my mouth before Kotarou is dragging me back out the door. "H-hey!" "Risa, there's a storm coming, we need to hurry and get you home before it gets here! Use the bathroom at your house!" I try to pull back in protest, but I don't even think Kotarou notices as she tugs me along. "Okay, okay, just slow down!" At this point my tummy feels like it will explode. We barely get halfway home before I'm doubled over on the side of the street again, arms wrapped around my belly as I fight back another cramp. Nnghh.. God, I wish she would have just let me use the restroom. "Risa? Are you okay? We're almost there." Kotarou looks anxious, but she nevertheless tries to force me to continue moving. Bad idea. Pffftt.. Brrrrrrrttt! My cheeks light up as another form of wind flutters out beneath my skirt. Kotarou's ears twitch and I can tell she's stifling back laughter. "S-sorry, Risa. I, uhm, just don't want us to get wet." Yeah. Sure. "Nngh, well if you continue dragging me along like that, getting wet will be the least of my concerns." Kotarou seems to take the hint finally and gives me some space. Her face looks filled with worry.. though, I don't think it's for me. "Kotarou, are you okay?" "I'm fine! But I'm not the one about to fill their panties if we don't hurry!" Oh God. My cheeks burn red again as I playfully shove the doggy girl forward. It makes her giggle again at least. I'm still not sure what's troubling her, but at least I'm almost home now. By the time we arrive at my apartment's door, I'm having to use one hand to hold my stomach. Being so close to relief, I can feel my meals from the last two days just begging to come out as I desperately try to work the lock. God, I don't remember the last time I've ever had to go this bad. Finally, I get the door open, stumbling through as I desperately stagger in and kick my shoes off. "Mikan, I'm hom-!" I make an instant dart for the toilet, but I barely take two steps before an orange haired doggy girl comes racing into my waist, tail wagging, arms slung around me and clutching tightly into a hug. Ah..! Oh god.. Mikan, no! Grrrgllglllll! Hnnnghh..!! "Mikan, please, I need to get to the bath-" Pffffllbrbrbrrrtt. As an involuntary, noisy burst of gas escapes out my backside, I can feel the contents of my tummy moving with a vengeance. Both my hands fling to my rump and clamp my rear as hard as possible, but even with that, I know it's too late. My eyes squeeze shut as my body lets out an involuntary grunt, and I can feel something hard press out and tent against my panties. Then, it happens.. ..Pffllrrtt,, Crkl..CRKLKLKLKLcrklkllll! Blllorrrtt! Oh, crap! Crap crap crap! I feel the small tent explode outwards, my hands doing nothing to curb the violent crackling as a warm mountain of mush balloons my panties outwards, the warm muddy sensation spreading up and down; creeping up my butt as the added weight causes my panties to sag ever so slightly. "Ohhh..! Ohh.. groooossss!" Kotarou's ears perk up almost instantly at this. Mikan's head is tilted, peering up at me with concern. But it only takes a moment before her nose picks up what happened and she bounces back, palms clasped over her mouth. "Oh.. oh my god! Risa, Risa, I'm so sorry! Mikan had no idea! Mikan is so so sorry!!" Kotarou, on the other hand.. "..Pftt.. Hahah... hahahaha! R-Risa! You seriously did it! You really, really did it! Hahahaha!" ..Just cracks up laughing. All I can do is groan as my cheeks burn redder than I think they ever have before. My hands drift over the seat of my panties to inspect the size of the damage.. Once Kotarou finally catches her breath, she steps in to give me a pat on the head, a smirk still on her face. "Don't worry, Risa. If you need them, I still have some of my diapers you can borrow~!" "L-Listen you!!" I reach up to give Kotarou's cheeks a pinch, but she just ignores it and sticks her tongue out at me. "Mikan, Mikan, look what your master did~!" As I feel a wave of cool air hit, I realize that Kotarou has my skirt hoisted up to give Mikan a clear view of my accident. "A-Ahhh..!!" "..O-Oh wow.. Risa.. you really.." Great. Now even my own doggy girl is giggling at me. "I will get you both back for this." Kotarou just ruffles my hair and sneaks back to try to make her quick get away. "Well, I'll leave you to deal with cleaning up now Risa. See you tomorrow~!" Boom! Ah! Oh, it's lightning out. It looks like we'll be getting that storm earlier than the forecast anticipated. "A-ahhh!" As I glance over, I notice Kotarou suddenly knelt down, ears and tails drooped, and her hands covering her head. Wait.. is she afraid of- Flash~! Kotarou, who was happily teasing me just a moment ago, suddenly rushes back inside and hides herself behind me. "R-Risa! Risa! Uhm.." "I know. I don't have a car to drive you in, and I can't send you out in this weather.. you can stay here for tonight, again. I'll just call Nadeshiko and let her know." Kotarou gives out a sigh of relief as I close the door behind her. So, so.. this is why she was in such a rush. She's scared of thunderstorms, huh? It's kind of cute. Kotarou gives the impression of being big and fearless, but even she has things she's afraid of, apparently. "One condition, Kotarou. You're responsible for making me.. do this, so you're going to help me clean up." .. "F-Fine, fine! You stink anyway, someone needs to clean you up!" I give Kotarou another playful pinch on the cheek as I walk back by her on the way to the bathroom. "Hey, at least you weren't trapped in a car with a stinky pupper for miles." I let out a giggle as Kotarou blushes in turn. "R-Risa!" At least, before her hand makes a playful swat at my butt. Fwap! Smuush~! O-Ohhh~! My hand darts to my mouth as an involuntary moan escapes my lips. Kotarou gives a devious grin and tugs me along towards the bathroom. "Mikan~ why don't you help me get your master cleaned up?"

Maki

 

Gallery organization updates

Hello OmoOrg! I hope you all had an enjoyable New Year! Today I will highlight some recent changes to OmoOrg's gallery system.   Categorization changes The biggest and most obvious change to the gallery system is we have done away with the old "Female/Male" centric categories. Having tons of different sub-categories just for Male and Female content created a needless layer of complexity for our artists and gallery contributors. It also made accurately organizing content that featured both male and female participants impossible. I have removed this system in favor of a simplified 4-category tag-based platform, which you can read about in more detail here:   Album prefixes In place of the old category-based system, you can now instead identify predominantly Male/Female artwork albums via the gender prefix (the same prefix used for forum topics). In the future, you will be able to filter albums by male/female as well.   Navigational changes Previously, whenever you clicked on an image inside a gallery album, it would open a lightbox to view the image. This was incredibly annoying for albums containing comics and has been changed so it redirects you to the actual gallery image page instead, where you can freely use the arrow keys to navigate.   Image download button on gallery lightboxes And lastly, a small addition: you can now download images directly from the lightbox (useful for images embedded into posts or other areas of the site).

Maki

 

Liberty's Night Out

I am experimenting with writing in the present tense & in first person, so if it sounds off let me know & I'll get it fixed. Thank you.   ----------------------------------------------------------------- From Liberty's POV The other day my old friend Georgia had invited me to go to the movies with her. I completely forgot that it was happening until she called me up while 
I was editing a livestream down today telling me she was picking me up in an hour. I take a shower, brush my hair, throw on some gray shorts and that leaves me with
about half an hour left to go. I was thinking I might use the bathroom but I don't really gotta go so there really isn't any need, and if I need to the theatre we're 
going to is only about an hour away. There's no way I wouldn't be able to hold it until then. So for the rest of the time waiting I just
plan to chill out on my sofa in my apartment, sipping on some cola, scrolling through media, waiting for Georgia to show up. After some time waiting I hear a car honking in the parking lot & hear a shout coming from the parking lot. "GET IN LIBERTY, WE'RE GONNA GO SEE SOME AWESOME SHIT!" I laugh, & grab my phone charger, & shove it in my small bag that I'm bringing with some snacks. I feel a little bit of pressure on my bladder but it doesn't seem 
too urgent. Besides, I don't have enough time to do anything about it right now anyway. We gots to go. Right after I get in Georgia's car and she leaves the building's parking lot she starts up with, "Hey, so I'm sorry about what happened to you last week. I was watching when you wet yourself live & felt so embarrassed for you." I was kind a little hurt, won't lie. "Wow thanks. You're really making me feel great about myself." I reply, very sarcastically. "Really?" She's asking seemingly proud of herself. "No. Of course not. I do not want to think about that." "Alright, sorry. Here, I know what'll make you feel better." To me, that sounded way too confident. But she ended up pulling on into the Wendy's drive-thru and we got 2 chickens patty's & one large soda each. I was really happy
that she did. This is however one of my favourite restaurants. The large soda is a bit concerning but nah, it won't be a worry. Last week was just a one-time event.
After a little while I finish my food & check the time, turns out we still have half an hour to go. I'm really starting to regret drinking so much. Should I tell her
that I gotta go? Nah, that would only slow us down. There's no point. Just a little longer. While waiting I reflect on the times I wet myself before the live stream incident last week. The biggest of which was in class. Our teacher was giving us a test and
I was asked to wait until it was over. Turns out that task was a bit much for a young Liberty, before I knew it my pants were being flooded in the front row. The
classroom was as quiet as a mouse too so everybody heard the splashing of my urine on the floor. It was so hard to come back to school the next day with all of the embarrassment. We are finally arriving to the theatre, and it's getting pretty bad by this point. I feel like I can finally relax knowing that I'm definitely gonna make it. We enter & grab the tickets for our movie. "Hey Georgia, I'm gonna go off to the bathroom real quick." "Alright, don't fall in." She joked I quickly run off to find that the bathroom was closed. The sign on the door said, "Closed for maintenance, will reopen shortly."
 
"Oh god" I thought, "not again." I grabbed my crotch, leaking in my shorts a little bit. After a deep sigh, I made my way back to Georgia and told her that the
bathroom was closed.  "You gonna be okay?" She asked concerningly.   "Yeah, I think I'm gonna be alright." I reply nervously. We get into the theatre and the movie starts. At this point, the pressure becomes too immense. I cross my legs hoping for the best. I leak a little more into my shorts.
Georgia sees that I'm struggling to hold on but doesn't do or say anything. A lot comes out this time. It's clear that my shorts are stained. There would be no hiding
it even if I did make it to the bathroom. I take a deep breath and give in. I can hear the sound of my urine rushing out of my body, through my cloth shorts & onto
the soft theatre seat. psssssssshhhhhhhhh... A few seconds of relief hit me. I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths and relax. My hands are still cupped over my crotch. It's finally over I thought to myself. 
This felt horrible. I couldn't help but cry. It felt like an eternity I was sitting there in my puddle. I move my hands to find them soaked. Everything was soaked.
I don't know what to do, I haven't pissed myself in public in nearly 15 years. "Holy crap. Let's get you on out of here." Georgia was obviously worried & more than willing to help. Thank god, because there's no way I knew what to do. We got up out of our seats and she gave me her sweater to tie around my waist. Once we got in the car and got me back to the apartment she said that I could keep her
sweater for now. So I did, and went back up to my apartment. I cleaned up and showered. I sat in regret once I was finally dry. I think the diapers are going to be necessary...

Mr_Smiky

 

Prelude

My main character for this story is named Liberty. She first saw the light of day on 1/2/19 when I wrote a story featuring her streaming a video game when she ends up wetting herself on stream in front of thousands. She's for the most part your average girl. She loves to game, especially for others' entertainment, enjoys movies, and  she has a horrible bladder problem. She does not have the omorashi fetish; but whose to say it won't develop as she continues to pee herself. Any questions you do have about Liberty or her friends, feel free to ask & I will most probably have an answer. I hope you all enjoy.   Her description as follows:  5'3" brown hair & brown eyes She likes to wear t-shirts, hoodies, yoga pants, shorts, and skirts or dresses if she's feeling fancy.   Her best friend's name is Georgia. Georgia will be a common person as these stories flow on thru'.  

Mr_Smiky

Chapter 7

"Well.. I guess we should get cleaned up. You will need to shower.. again." Once I recover my strength, I crawl my way out of the bed sheets and let out a stretch. As I do, I hear a noisy, squishy plop and feel a rush of frigid air hitting my lower regions. It's only when I look down and feel a blush reach my cheeks that I realize the vastly overfilled pullup has plopped to the floor, leaving me completely exposed. As I instinctively bend over and hastily work to pull the padding back up, I feel two familiar hands reaching out and squeezing my still wet butt. "..eep! H-Hey!" My head darts back to see a blue-haired doggy girl staring back at me, her tail in the air and a naughty smirk on her face. My cheeks puff as I whirl around and hold my tongue out, making Kotarou giggle in return. "You stay here and get ready for a bath.. I'll be back with a towel.. or three." With my mind still in a haze, I manage to pull the soggy padding back over my behind and make my way out of the bedroom, making a hasty dash to the laundry room before.. Thump! Ow! H-Huh-? Before I realize it, something hard comes barreling into my chest, and suddenly there are towels flying everywhere as I'm sent backwards and.. SQUISH! Ahhh..!! My landing is covered with a noisy, and particularly wet squish. "R-Risa! Mikan is sorry! Mikan just thought.. you might uhm, need these..!" "A-Ah.. Mikan?" Oh. Crap. I somehow already forgot she was awake. That's right.. she saw us, and.. My gaze trails back down as I realize I'm once again sitting here, naked in nothing but a soaked pull-up. As if doing this once wasn't humiliating enough. "..U-Uhm, I can explain this! I, you see.." I stammer for an excuse, but nothing comes out. "..Risa..?" I look up and, as expected, Mikan is just staring right at it. "I, uhm. I had an accident?" She doesn't look convinced. "Mikan.. knows Risa and Kotarou were doing.. uhm, lewd things." The doggy girls' cheeks flush a little upon saying this. "But.. why is Risa covered in pee? And.." She suddenly leans in and sniffs the surrounding air a few times. "Why does it have Kotarou's scent?" Uhh.. "Kotarou wet the bed?" I try to offer an innocent smile, but Mikan looks unamused. "Risa. Lying is bad." My cheeks are virtually on fire at this point. "Does.. Does Risa enjoy this kind of thing?" I look up and expect Mikan to look disgusted, but her expression is only that of gentle curiosity. "Uhm.. I guess.. you could say that, eheh. I'm sorry Mikan. Your master is a filthy pervert, isn't she?" "No! Mikan doesn't mind. She doesn't care what Risa enjoys. Mikan just.." Just..? "..does Risa not like Mikan in that way? Does she not want to do those things with Mikan?" Oh. Wait.. is she jealous? "Mikan? Of-course I do! I mean.. It's just that I couldn't try to force you into a position like that.. and with me and Kotarou, uhm. That just sort of.. happened." "But Risa wouldn't be forcing Mikan. Mikan.. Mikan has.. thoughts, too, you know." Thoughts..? Surely she doesn't mean.. Mikan seems to register my doubts, and with cheeks as red as tomatoes, she suddenly shouts out.. "M..Mikan also wants to do lewd things with Risa!" Oh wow. I'm taken utterly by surprise, and at this point both our cheeks are as red as can be. "Mikan.." I try to think of a reply, but am cut off by the blue-haired doggy girl behind me. "Mikan wants to do lewd things with Risa too, huh?" I don't think Mikan realized just how loud she shouted, because her hands suddenly clamped over mouth out of embarrassment. Kotarou responds with a playful giggle and a grin. "Risa. You start a bath. Me and Mikan can clean up." "Huh? Are you sure..? You don't have to-" "I'm sure, I'm sure~ come on, Mikan~!" Just like that, Kotarou drags Mikan off before she can object. Well.. that makes things easier for me, I guess. I make my way to the bathroom, slipping out of my pull-up as I run the water as usual, checking the temperature and adding a bit of bubbly soap to the mix. My butt plops onto the side of the tub as I wait for Kotarou to return, my mind wandering back to what Mikan said. I've had "thoughts" myself, naturally.. but the feeling of dragging a girl off the street and putting her in a position like that has always felt wrong. I would have never imagined she might have feelings towards me. Is it wrong for me to be enjoying myself with these two so much..? Come to think of it.. would Nadeshiko even be okay with it? I don't know how I'd even approach that subject. "Hey, boss, I slept with your doggy girl last night, I hope you don't mind." Oh God. I have to slap my cheeks to get the thought out of my head. "Risa~!" Oh, Kotarou must be done cleaning up. I look up, expecting to see her alone, but.. "M-Mikan?" Standing in front of her is my own doggy girl, naked from head to toe, and an equally nude, smirking Kotarou behind her. "Mikan needs a bath too, right? We may as well save time and take one together!" "U-uhm, not that I have any objections to your logic but.. won't it be cramped in here with the three of us?" Kotarou seems to overlook my concerns as she leads Mikan in and closes the door behind her. "It'll be fine! More people just means more fun! Now.." Kotarou steps forward, and with a sly grin on her face.. "Bath time~!" She sends me falling backwards into the tub with a huge splash. "W-wha-? Hey, what was that f-?!" Before I can even complete my sentence, Kotarou and Mikan have simultaneously plunged into the tub, sending water up everywhere. "Hey! Stop that, you're getting water all over the bathroom floor!" Both Mikan and Kotarou grin and splash at me from both ends of the tub as I try pitifully to scold them, and in the end I'm giggling in defeat, splashing them back in retaliation. "All right, all right, I surrender!" Once things calm down, I realize how scrunched up the three of us are. Though, I'm not complaining. I even manage to relax and doze off a bit before I'm snapped back awake by Kotarou's prodding. "Hey, hey, Risa!" "Hmm~?" "Lift your arms up for a moment!" Huh? What is she up to? Suspicion fills my eyes as I glance up at the doggy girl. She is giving me her best innocent smile, but I can tell she's up too something. Against my better judgement, I comply and lift my hands in the air slightly. "Hmm, and what are you going to do now? A 'surprise' tickle attack, is that it?" That's what I expect anyway, but moments later Kotarou has pulled me back and locked my arms in place, leaving me no room to escape whatever may come. "H-hey! Just what are you up to?" I do my best to squirm and struggle free, but my strength is no contest against Kotarou's. With my attention so fixated on her, I don't even notice Mikan making a move in front of me. "S-sorry Risa, this was Kotarou's idea!" Huh? I stare up at the orange haired doggy girl in confusion for a moment as she turns around and lifts one leg in the air. Oh my. I'm so entranced by the lovely view she's offering me it takes a moment to put the pieces together. Wait.. the way she has her foot in the air like that, and the way she's facing towards me.. it almost looks like.. "H-hold on a minute, you're not seriously about to-?!" Before I can get the words out of my mouth, a golden arch suddenly trickles out from the doggy girls crotch, the liquids initially trickling down her legs and pattering into the bath water below before drawing up strength. My mouth hangs open in surprise as Mikan's warm liquids suddenly spray outwards and splatter up from the tub onto my chest. Oh God. Is this really happening? My body instinctively tries to squirm away at first, but the sensation of Mikan's warmth pouring over quickly melts my body into submission as a soft moan escapes my lips. "Ohhh~.." This was Kotarou's idea, huh? I'll be sure to pay her back later. Mikan's eyes are clenched shut and her cheeks are as red as tomatoes throughout the entire ordeal. This sight is probably one of the most adorable and erotic things I've ever seen. Though, after a few moments, the doggy girls stream picks up force once more, and suddenly the golden arch find itself splashing up against my face. "Pfftt! Hahaha, h-hey, watch where you're aiming that at least!" I find myself bursting out laughing again as Mikan's stream ends up splattering against Kotarou's face as well. Serves her right. By the time the doggy girl has finished relieving herself all the two of us, I'm both in even more dire need of a bath, and so riled up I want to thrust myself out of Kotarou's arms and tackle Mikan. Mikan gives out a sigh once it's all over with, looking over at me with rosy cheeks before she leans over and gives me a loving lick, prompting Kotarou to release her grip on me. "You know, the point of a bath is generally to get clean, right?" Mikan plops herself back into the tub as she stammers out excuses. "I-It's no fair if only Kotarou gets to do it! Now it's fair! Risa belongs to both Mikan and Kotarou now!" "I belong to you, huh?" "U-uhm, yes! Mikan was just.. marking ownership!" Anthropoids certainly do share some animal traits and instincts, but I'm pretty sure "marking their territory" is not one of them. I play along anyways though, and give the two a smile and wave in defeat. "Yes, yes. Of course." Now that my arms are finally free, though, I give Mikan a smile as my hands sneak upwards. "However, just one thing." Mikan's head tilts slightly as my hands sneak their way up to the girls bubbly rump, my innocent smile turning into a pervish smirk as I lustfully take two whole handfuls of the doggy girls cheeks and give them a firm squeeze, pulling her towards me and burying my lips against hers. I can practically feel the heat radiating between our two flustered cheeks as my lips press into hers, the doggy girls tail and ears shooting straight up into the air as I squeeze tighter, before licking up the girls lips, my hands trailing back up to her waist and drawing her affectionately into my lap. "You know, in less than 30 days you're going to officially be mine, and I think between the three of us we're going to have lots of fun together."

Maki

female A Most Unusual Contest (An Enduring Rivalry Part 1)

(Note: This story runs parallel to another story which focused on underaged male desperation. It is not required reading for this one, however.)     The life of a Jewel of Mor Ardain was a tough and busy one. As the emperor’s personal bodyguards, they were trusted with carrying out the most crucial of tasks, with nary a moment for rest. Brighid had never been daunted by the enormity of her duty. No matter what the hardship, she would gladly endure it for the better of her Driver and empire. That did not mean she would enjoy said hardships, however. Her current mission was to assist Prince Addam of Torna in his preparations for an eventual battle against Malos, the Aegis threatening to destroy all of Alrest. His Majesty, Emperor Hugo, was unfortunately occupied with matters on another titan, so she could not be at his side as she would prefer. So here she was at the Aletta region of Torna, with the rest of the militia camping on the grounds of Addam’s villa, more or less on her own. It wasn’t what she had in mind in terms of serving Mor Ardain, but she knew the only thing to do was get through it. But before she could help anyone, she needed to perform a certain morning ritual first. Stepping into a tall but narrow tent, Brighid looked down at the lone black pot in the center. It looked freshly cleaned and unused since last night, without any scent of waste in the air. With Addam’s manor full to the brim with sick, injured, and civilians, the bathrooms within were inaccessible, so this was as good as she could hope for at this moment. Taking one last glance behind her to make sure the tent flap was closed, she stepped over the pot. Brighid then reached under the skin-colored covering at her groin and pulled down a pair of royal blue undergarments as she squatted down, careful to only hover over the lip. A small moment went by as Brighid got comfortable enough to let go. A light, pale trickle fell into the pot, first as scattered drops, then growing into a respectable stream. The sound of water lightly hitting metal reached Brighid’s ears, and she sighed as she made peace with what she was doing. She could never guess what the day would bring, but at least she had this small moment of respite. Until she heard a tent flap fly open, that is. Brighid perked up, fearful for a moment that it was her tent that was being barged into. She quickly realized it was not hers, but the tent next to her, made for a similar purpose. The sound was followed with a soft shuffling of clothes, and Brighid knew what would come next, so she tried to shift her focus elsewhere. There was no escaping the next noise, however: A powerful splatter, like a small waterfall crashing into metal, combined with a hiss like a water faucet turned on full blast. Stuck as she was until her business concluded, Brighid could only shake her head. She knew that people sometimes couldn’t help how their bodies relieved themselves, but she still had to wonder who was capable of a stream like that. She got her answer in the form of a long moan, one that conveyed both the woman’s relief and her irritation at having to do so in the first place. It could have only belonged to one person she knew, though she wasn’t thrilled to have their acquaintance. Fortunately for Brighid, she felt her stream petering to a stop, with just a little wetness remaining. She placed her hand over that region and channeled a small blue flame, evaporating the drips within seconds while leaving her body unharmed. Now she could leave before having to hear anymore of that nonsense. But as she stepped out of the tent and into the morning sunlight, Brighid had another thought. To be so immodest with such a personal matter as urination was not something she could just let go, especially not with an Aegis. No, that woman deserved to be called out for her crassness. Waiting with crossed arms, Brighid stood outside the tent until the hissing and moaning came to a stop. A minute later, the tent opened, and out stepped Mythra, stretching her arms and neck with a smile. She certainly looks pleased with herself, thought Brighid. Eventually, Mythra opened her eyes and noticed the person who would be staring daggers at her if not for their closed eyes. “Uh, what’s your deal? Haven’t had your morning tea yet?” she asked. “I assure you, it is not my morning rituals I am upset with, but yours,” said Brighid, “Simply put, I am appalled by your lack of discretion with your restroom etiquette.” “My what, now?” Mythra raised an eyebrow at first, but then both eyes shot open as it dawned on her. “Wait, were you listening to me just now? That’s super creepy!” “How could I not? I’d be surprised if you didn’t wake the entire camp with that performance.” Brighid shook her head. “I can only hope your battle style does not extend to your urination.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” asked Mythra, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. Brighid spoke unflinchingly. “Wild and chaotic, unleashing your golden might everywhere without any thought for what you leave behind for others.” Mythra’s eyes shot up again, and her cheeks gained a hint of red. “E-Excuse me!?” She stammered. As expected, I have the high ground in this exchange. “Did I stutter?” asked Brighid. But rather than back down, Mythra collected herself and stared Brighid in the eyelids. “Okay, if you’re gonna be on your high horse, at least make it about something you’re not guilty of as well.” Brighid cocked an eyebrow, the only crack in her visage. “Oh? What are you implying?” “Don’t play coy.” Mythra gained a grin like she had already won the fight. “I’ve heard you handle your business late at night, when you think you’re alone. You let out this sigh like you’ve just stepped into a hot bath, and FYI, you’re just as noisy down there.” “I… what?” Brighid raised a hand to her face out of shock. Someone actually heard one of her late night excursions? She was not prepared to be put on the defensive in this discussion. She needed to regain her momentum. “Even if that’s true, I at least have the courtesy to try and restrain such noises when I must use the public facilities.” “Maybe, but if you were bursting to go, I bet you’d be just as vocal about it.” Mythra raised a finger. “And speaking of, I’d start watching how much you drink if I were you.” “And why would I do that?” There was that annoying smirk again. “Because I’ve also seen how you are just before we stop for a breather. That tenseness in your face, the little shift in your leg; you try and hide it, but you may as well be doing a full potty dance, honestly.” Another unanticipated riposte. Brighid was quickly learning that Mythra was powerful with her words, if not tactful. “Better that I try to keep myself composed than to loudly complain about it like a certain Blade I know. With how vocal you’ve been, I have to wonder if your bladder is as childish as your attitude.” “Bigger than yours, at least.” Mythra pouted for a moment, but then her eyes lit up and mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. “Actually, I have an idea.” “That would be a first for you,” said Brighid. A childish remark, admittedly, but she needed to mask her growing apprehension somehow. “You think you’re better at keeping it in than me? Then what do you say to a little contest?” asked Mythra. “A contest? What do you mean?” “Easy. First one to pee loses.” A raised eyebrow was the only visual cue that gave away Brighid’s shock. “You can’t be serious. Why in Alrest would I ever agree to a ridiculous wager like that?” “If you’re so dead-set on proving how much better you are than me, then here’s your chance. Architect knows you can’t prove it in our spars,” said Mythra with a particularly smug face. “I believe I have demonstrated that I’m more than a match for you.” “Sure, if that’s what you want to believe...” Mythra crossed her arms. “But how about this? If you win and I end up peeing first, I’ll start taking your nagging more seriously.” As sound as that proposal was, Brighid knew there had to be a catch of some kind. “And if I’m the one who urinates first?” “Then you have to get off my case about… everything, pretty much. Now, do you accept, or are you just all talk like usual?” Brighid’s first instinct was to decline this wager without a second thought. She was a Jewel of Mor Ardain, how could she even think of participating in such a crass contest? On the other hand, looking at Mythra continuing to act superior gave her cause to think otherwise. Much as she was loathe to admit, the Aegis had a way of getting under Brighid’s skin like no one else. Introducing her to a little humility might help show her the error of her ways. If nothing else, it would help make their mission to defeat Malos a good deal more tolerable. “Very well, I accept your wager,” she declared, “For my and Mor Ardain’s pride, I will prove my endurance is greater than yours.” Mythra widened her eyes. “Really, now? Gotta admit, I thought you’d be too much of a prude to accept.” “However…” Brighid raised a finger. “I expect an honest competition. Don’t even think about cheating. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you today.” “Likewise,” said Mythra, leaning forward. “But I won’t need to cheat for this. You’ll have soaked your panties long before I need to tinkle.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Brighid leaned forward, furrowing her brow. Time seemed to slow as the ladies stared daggers into each other’s eyes, both full of determination to put the other in their place. Even this turned into a contest of sorts, with neither girl wanting to turn away first, as if this would determine who would ultimately prevail. But then they both gasped as they realized something: with them both leaning in, a certain part of their torso’s were only a hair’s breadth from touching. At once, Brighid and Mythra turned around, crossing their arms over their chests. Brighid felt an unwanted warmth coming over her cheeks, and she imagined Mythra was likely the same way. “W-Well, I’m going to get breakfast,” said Mythra, her voice lacking its usual haughtiness. “And I will... freshen up for the day,” said Brighid. “I would choose your drink carefully, if I were you.” “Right back at you.” With that, the ladies stepped away from the latrines in opposite directions. As she rounded the corner, the reality of what Brighid had just agreed to sank in. A contest about which lady could hold their urine longer? She could never have imagined taking on such a wager, least of all with a fabled Aegis. Hugo and Aegaeon would certainly frown on her spur-of-the-moment decision. Still, she was not about to turn around and call it off. The gauntlet had been thrown down; backing out now would wound not just her pride, but all of her empire’s as well. Glancing forward with a fist raised in determination, Brighid swore to herself that she would prevail on her honor as Jewel of Mor Ardain.     Was there any reason for her to be happy today? Mythra mulled this question over in her head as the day had dragged on, but couldn’t find a single answer. It was like the world was conspiring against her or something, from Milton being a particularly obnoxious brat to the sheer tedium that was the party’s main task today. Rooting around in the weeds of the Aletta region’s fields to find food was possibly the most mind-numbingly dull thing she had done since being awoken by Addam three years ago. Sure, it was occasionally broken up with hunting a beast for its meat, but the brain-dead monsters in the area would go down without a fight. Worst of all, there was little to distract her from how much she needed to pee right now. Mythra’s frown tightened as she kept walking with the rest of the group. At this point, she was starting to wonder if her wager with Brighid was a good idea. It definitely seemed like one at first; a chance to shut Brighid up for once, maybe even teach her some humility. It’s hard to be on a high horse when you’re dancing in place with your hands on your groin. Seeing the high and mighty Blade like that would make this whole trip to Torna absolutely worth it. She definitely wasn’t thinking about how much of a pain it would be to hold it in herself. The morning hours had long passed, and her bladder had plenty of time to fill back up. An uncomfortable pressure steadily growing inside her was the last thing she needed today, but here she was, keeping her walk as steady as she could and her mouth shut as much as possible. She wasn’t about to give Brighid the satisfaction of seeing her in any sort of distress. Speaking of, she had better check on her opponent. Mythra looked around the group for the blue Blade. There was Lora and Haze chatting with each other, Addam leading the march, Jin looking stoic as always, and Mikhail and Milton, the two kids tagging along behind everyone else. She found Brighid walking ahead of  her, a little distant from the group, and mustered her laser focus, inspecting her every movement as she moved without a clue. Her hips swayed with the same fussy elegance as usual, but the slight squirming and twitching, telltale signs of hidden desperation, were absent. Either Brighid’s bladder was far stronger than she had previously let on, or she had discreetly peed somewhere when Mythra wasn’t paying attention. Considering  how closely she had kept an eye on her for most of the morning, that was highly unlikely. Ooh, but if she did… Mythra shook her head. Even in the middle of nowhere, she had better things to do than stare at a Blade’s behind all day. If she wanted to get back to the camp and put her feet up for awhile, she needed to keep an eye out for whatever weeds they considered food out here. That way, she could at least hold herself with some form of leisure. “Wait, look over there!” Lora’s voice brought the group to a stop, everyone turning to where she pointed. Just a ways off were a set of the ugliest birdlike creatures Mythra had ever seen, all of them trying to pull a set of large, rectangular boxes along the ground. “Are those tirkin?” asked Haze. Brighid put a hand to her chin. “It would seem so, but what could they be pulling?” Prince Addam squinted a bit, his confident smile turning into a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the camp!” “Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora. Ugh, more fighting, thought Mythra as she saw Lora winding her braid around her fists. If only this had happened a couple hours ago when she wasn’t weighed down by so much urine, then she could’ve had some fun with these vultures. For now, she would just have to take the easier, boring approach. “Want me to call a beam down on them?” she asked, already channeling ether into her circlet, giving it a green glow. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.” “And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” came Brighid’s buzzkill of a reply. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the militia, not less.” Spoilsport. “Just a suggestion,” said Mythra as the glow died down. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy. “We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, stepping forward and pulling out his nodachi. “Agreed,” came Addam, who also unsheathed his sword. He looked behind to Mikhail and Milton and said, “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.” “Y-Yes sir, Mister Addam, sir!” said Milton in a voice different from his usual plucky self. What’s his deal? Ugh, nevermind. Mythra let her pout show as they all charged at the tirkins, ready for battle. Luckily for them, the monsters were so busy bickering at each other that they failed to notice the team bearing done on them until it was too late. Sure, they had weapons and angry tempers, but that would do little against a team of trained and powerful warriors. But their chances of victory were not Mythra’s real concern. The moment she pulled her sword out, her bladder sent off another unpleasant signal, as if to protest against the many motions sure to follow. She grit her teeth and held her blade tighter than before to try and stay focused. If she had to fight on a full bladder, at least she would have something to take her frustration out on. As expected, the battle was over almost as quickly as it started. All it took was a couple of their friends to get cut down before the rest of the tirkins shrieked and turned tail, fleeing without any of the supplies. If not for all the pee stifling her speed, Mythra would’ve considered giving chase and making sure they couldn’t pull this stunt again. Instead, she sighed and put her sword away. With that distraction dealt with, maybe they could get back to whatever else needed doing. “Reeee!” “Aah, run!” Everybody looked with wide eyes in the direction of the voices. “Boys!?” Addam cried out. Crap, did those birds find them? thought Mythra. “Jin! Haze!” shouted Lora, wasting no time in rushing towards a small rock wall nearby with her Blades right behind her. “Mythra, Brighid!” said Addam. “On it!” Mythra didn’t need to hear the rest. She ran off at full speed, with Addam and Brighid following right behind her. Those kids might be annoying brats, but if those monsters laid a single talon on them… She didn’t even need to worry. By the time she rounded the corner, the tirkin were already beating a quick retreat, with Jin standing guard while Lora and Haze turned to the boys. It was enough to make Mythra loosen the grip on her weapon, though the frown remained. “Are you alright?” Lora asked as Haze kneeled down. “Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail. You say that, but… thought Mythra as she looked at the slight squirm in his body, something that was also present in Milton. “I’m glad to hear that.” Addam stepped forward and crossed his arms. “But what were you doing all the way over here? I thought I told you to wait back behind us.” “Um, a-about that, Mister Addam,” Milton started without any of the rambunctious confidence Mythra had grown to dislike. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-” “We gotta pee!” In that moment, the pressure in Mythra’s bladder seemed to double. She had to stop herself from sending a hand to her groin as both Mikhail and Milton went into potty dances themselves, instead tightening the muscles all around her groin as the sympathy pangs grew sharper. She didn’t even listen to Milton’s stammering explanation of why they didn’t pee earlier, probably some dumb boy thing that she didn’t need to hear about right now. “Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up and turned around to the rest. “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!” Don’t even have to ask, thought Mythra, already marching off at a quick pace. She was one of the first to round the corner of the wall, hoping to be spared from the sound of nature in progress. She’d have to give the boys a peace of her mind the next chance she got. But right now, she needed something to distract herself from all the thoughts of peeing. Looking around, her gaze fell back on Brighid, and that’s when she finally noticed it. That slight bounce to the leg, and the faint nibble of her lip. She had been careful to hide it so far, but it seemed that seeing the boys in a similar distress was enough to make a crack in her facade. A smirk formed on Mythra’s face. She had a plan. “Doing alright there?” she asked as she walked up to Brighid. At once, Brighid perked up and turned to her. “Nothing that a good book and hot bath cannot fix.” Mythra couldn’t hide her grin even if she wanted to. “You sure about that? You’re looking a little tense there, like there’s something you really need to let out.” “Did I not say something about expecting a fair match between us?” said Brighid, crossing her arms. “Hey, I’ve been keeping my end of the deal. Not a single drop, see?” Without a bit of shame, Mythra lifted the front of her dress the few centimeters needed to make her pristine white panties visible. Brighid’s nose wrinkled a bit at the sight, but Mythra had to keep the pressure on. “And I get the feeling I don’t have to check with you.” “That was unnecessary,” Brighid flatly responded. “What, you can’t even stand the sight of another girl’s underwear?” said Mythra, putting her dress back down. “I meant that I did not need to see them to know of your growing plight. I already deduced that beforehand.” “Really now?” said Mythra, “But I haven’t made a peep about it, something you were getting onto me about, remember?” To this, Brighid put a hand near her face, and Mythra felt a slight sense of apprehension as the blue Blade spoke. “Yet your body has done all the speaking for you. I had kept an eye on you during that last battle. Your swings were sloppier than usual, and your movement was rushed, as if you just wanted that fight over with as soon as possible. I fully understand now why you wanted to call that beam down and avoid the fight altogether.” “O-Oh yeah?” Mythra put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I just didn’t feel like wasting my time on those eyesores of monsters. You ever think of that?” “Considering how much you revel in proving your might, I find that rather doubtful.” Mythra grit her teeth, the only sign of her growing anger. She wanted nothing more than to chew out this glorified walking candle of a woman, but there was a part of her that wasn’t on board with that. For all she knew, she would be playing right into Brighid’s hands if she lost her temper now. She had to bite her tongue for now, just like she had to keep her groin muscles clamped shut. “Hmph, believe what you want,” she replied, looking away with a pout. “It won’t change who wins, anyway.” “Perhaps you’re right.” Brighid glanced past Mythra’s unyielding pout. “Hmm, looks like the boys have finished. We had best regroup.” Mythra turned around and saw that not only was Brighid correct, but she was already walking past her to the rest of the team. She watched Brighid strut away with a little more relaxed, if still the tiniest bit of tense, walk, feeling her glare getting stronger. Mythra had to admit, Brighid was not going down as easily as she expected. Still, there was no way she was giving up now, even with her bladder practically begging for release. This contest was far from over, and she would come out on top no matter how full she got. Feeling more determined than ever, Mythra rejoined the rest as the boys were talking, probably apologizing for their stunt. The only part she caught was Addam saying he was looking forward to their cooking, like a pair of runts could outdo her in the kitchen somehow. “Great,” she said, getting everyone’s attention, “So now that we’re done here, can we please get back to finding all this junk?” “Actually, I have a better idea,” said Addam, “I think we’ve earned ourselves a little rest first. Take some time to snack, catch your breath, or do whatever else you need to.” Mythra opened her mouth, but Haze beat her. “With pleasure!” she declared, wrapping her arms around Lora’s arm, making the redhead blush. “Er, right,” said Lora, “We’ll just… be over there somewhere if anyone needs us. Would you mind coming with us, Brighid? We’ll need a lookout for… reasons.” Though her face seemed stoic, Mythra noticed the smallest of twitches on Brighid’s eyelid. “If… I must,” she replied, following behind the other ladies. Mythra wanted to imagine the barrage of suggestive sounds Brighid was about to be subjected to, but thinking of it only caused the pressure in her bladder to grow stronger, and there was no enjoyment to be had. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” she said as she turned and walked away. She heard Milton asking something to the others, but she didn’t care to find out what. Winning this contest was the only thing that mattered right now, and she had a feeling she would need all of her strength to pull it off, or at least a lot of squirming and holding when no one was looking.

MasterXploder

The Lord's Blade

Under any other circumstances, being summoned to stand before the Great Lord of Sunlight would have been the highest possible honor. Of course, in light of the Eldest’s treason, those that served him were now potential traitors as well, and as one of the disgraced war god’s knights happened to also be the captain of the Four Knights, all four were to be in attendance. Ciaran could understand – after all, if the leader of the Four was a traitor, the Lord had good reason to believe that the other three would follow along. Quite frankly, Ciaran was surprised that she wasn’t the main suspect, or indeed the target of any suspicion at all, considering her status as the foremost among the Lord’s assassins and spies. Then again, perhaps that was exactly why she wasn’t seriously considered a threat; regardless, she couldn’t envy the Dragonslayer his present condition.                 “I swear I knew nothing, my Lord,” Ornstein said, kneeling. His helm and spear lay in front of him at the Lord’s feet. “His betrayal was as shocking to me as it was to you.”                 Being in the Great Lord’s terrifying presence was one thing; seeing the golden lion-knight, one of the most faithful and honorable knights of the Sun, brought to his knees to beg for mercy was almost nightmarish.                 “Thou wouldst have me believe that?” The Lord looked down on His knight from His throne, His expression unreadable and body almost motionless. “Thou wert his most faithful servant, and still he told thee nothing?”                 “Yes, my Lord. My loyalty to him only extended so far as to best serve you, and I suspect he knew that.” The Dragonslayer was unusually hesitant. Perhaps the others would see it as his nerves getting the better of him, as one would expect given the circumstances. No doubt all three of them were unsettled by this, Ciaran especially. She hoped that either her deductions were wrong or that the Lord would assume that any strange behavior by His Knights could be attributed to the stress of the situation. If Ciaran’s skills were still reliable – and right now she very much wished for them not to be – Ornstein was right to be afraid, though perhaps he’d never have acted on his desires. Still, some deep part of him was yet loyal to the exiled king, and Ornstein was very seriously considering listening to it. Of course this would be an uncomfortable situation. She really didn’t want to be around to see what would happen when the Lord saw the truth.                 There was another reason for Ciaran’s present anxiety, though, for she had been en route to deal with more personal matters when she’d received her summons, but that was a drop in the ocean compared to what potentially awaited the Four. Even so, if they were going to be executed as traitors, Ciaran hoped she’d at least be allowed to deal with that before being put to the hammer, to retain at least some dignity.                 The Lord sat still for a while, and the room was silent save for Gough’s breathing. Then the Lord rose and said, “Very well. I shall reaffirm thy station among my Knights. In return, thou shalt prove thy loyalty again.” He raised His left arm and snapped His fingers, and within seconds a silver knight was at His side, presenting His greatsword. The Lord pulled the sword from its housing, and taking it in two hands He touched the flat of the blade to each of Ornstein’s shoulders before returning the sword to the knight that had presented it. “Thine orders come now from the Princess. Thy station is to be shared with… the cannibal…” There was a hint of disgust to His voice for a moment. “And together thou shalt serve and protect the Princess and the Cathedral. Thou shalt not leave Anor Londo without my order to do so. Go now.”                 “At once, thank you my Lord.” Ornstein stood, collecting his helmet and spear, and backed away from the Lord while bent into a deep bow. When he came to be in line with the other Knights, he put his helm back over his head, straightened out, and turned to leave.                 The first to speak when he had gone was Artorias.                 “The cannibal, my Lord?”                 “If Smough cannot break him then truly his loyalty lies with me.” The Lord turned to Ciaran while Artorias bowed his head in acknowledgement. “Ciaran. Thou art to follow him, ensure that he does as ordered. Do not be seen. Gough and Artorias, I shall summon thee again if I have need of thee. Go now, Ciaran.”                 “Of course, my Lord.” Ciaran bowed deeply while the other two gave a salute and rushed off. By the time she’d turned to leave, Artorias was already at the steps leading down into the Cathedral’s main room, and she hurried to catch up with him. “So,” she said, popping up from behind him. “Where are you off to?”                 Artorias turned his head ever so slightly to look at Ciaran, presumably giving a bit of a sideways glance and a suspicious glare – hard to tell under his helmet. “I was headed to the blacksmith, but don’t you have work to do?”                 “Oh, well, I was actually going to go that way, so we can walk over there together.” Ciaran had developed a bit of a spring-step while speaking.                 “It’s… just down the hall…” They passed a set of Sentinels, and Artorias returned the salute they gave.                 And, indeed, the two were nearly at the first set of stairs that would lead to the Giant Blacksmith’s workshop, but Ciaran didn’t seem the least bit discouraged. “Yeah, I know, but wouldn’t it be nice to have a bit of company for a little bit?”                 “I guess…”                 Ciaran glanced at Artorias, her expression hidden behind her porcelain mask. “What are you having the blacksmith do anyways,” she chirped. “All your stuff is in good condition.”                 Artorias put a hand on the sword at his hip and returned a salute from a passing silver knight. “Yes, it is, but I’m going to have him make me a shield. A proper magical one that can still protect someone even if they’re not actually carrying it.”                 “Sounds pretty complicated.” Ciaran had started fiddling with the hair on the side of her mask. Not quite the same as if it were her real hair, but it would do.                 “It has to be. It’s not just myself I need it to protect. But I trust the giant’s skills. He’s even earned our Lord’s trust, so I have no doubt he’s capable.” The rhythmic clanking of the Giant Blacksmith’s wooden hammer against his anvil could now be heard, and it grew louder as Artorias spoke and the two descended towards the workshop. “Should you really be going this way? Probably would have been better to just follow him out the front door.”                 “What do you mean?” The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ciaran suddenly realized what it was she was supposed to be doing. It was a good thing her mask hid her flushed face. “Oh! Oh, right, no, this is fine. He’s… he’s not going to sneak away anywhere just yet, I’m sure. I’ve, uh, got to keep a good distance anyways.”                 “Riiiiiight…” As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Artorias gave a little wave to the blacksmith while he spoke. “Well, here we are. Good hunting.” He made a gesture that was almost a hybrid between a salute and a wave, then turned to the blacksmith who greeted him the same way he greeted everyone else.                 “Forge, I can. Strong, I am.”                 “Oh, don’t I know it. Listen…”                 Ciaran cut him off when she suddenly turned around at the door and called out to him, carefully walking backwards to get properly outside. “Oh, I’ll probably need to check on the painting too, so I guess I’ll see you later.” She gave a wave before she disappeared.                 “Uh, sure, I guess.” Artorias shrugged, at this point no longer talking to anyone at all.                 Ciaran sighed as she walked the streets of Anor Londo. It hadn’t taken very long to find Ornstein, so it was just a matter of watching him and staying out of sight. She was looking for any opportunities to get on top of a building, so she could see and hide better. Not the easiest of tasks considering her divided attention.                 First, there was her job. She would be in quite a lot of possibly-explosive lightning-based trouble if Ornstein really did try to pull something and she wasn’t there to see it and report back to Lord Gwyn. Maybe even worse if she was there but wasn’t paying enough attention.                 Then there was Artorias. Ciaran wasn’t stupid. She could tell Artorias wasn’t responding to any of her advances. He barely even seemed to know she existed. And yet, she couldn’t help but think that some day she’d win him over, that one day he’d be hers alone. She knew perfectly well the odds of that happening were just as good as the chance that the Dark he hunted would take him first, and yet here she was chasing after him like a child. It’d never work, so why was she trying so hard?                 As if that weren’t enough, that personal matter of hers from earlier had returned in force once she’d calmed down from the audience with the Lord and almost having been briefly alone with Artorias. Keeping in constant motion was helpful, but considering Ciaran had already been preparing to deal with this issue hours ago, there wasn’t much time left until she didn’t have a say in the matter anymore.                 For now, though, she was still in control. Very fortunate, as she still had a job to do and Ornstein was passing by the stables, which Ciaran would have to go through to stay out of sight. Fortunately, they were mostly empty. Except for…                 Bark. Bark.                 The little grey wolf pup Artorias had brought back from the forests around Oolacile; the inspiration for his Wolf Ring. Her name was Sif, she was Artorias’s best friend, and as far as Ciaran was concerned she was absolutely adorable – or would be at literally any other time. As it was right now, Ciaran had to maneuver herself over a wall to hide from Ornstein, who almost certainly would have come to investigate the barking. Usually such a maneuver wouldn’t have been a problem, but her present condition made her a good deal slower.                 Sif was kept in a separate enclosure, large enough for her to grow into a proper great-wolf, so there was no doubt Ornstein knew exactly where the sound was coming from. Indeed, just as soon as Ciaran had gotten herself out of sight she could hear the clattering of the golden armor approaching, then stopping, presumably at Sif’s enclosure to see if the wolf had noticed anything out of place.                 Ciaran of course knew that she was the one to set Sif off in the first place, but Ornstein was left to try to find some reason the wolf would have been startled. So he looked, or at least Ciaran could assume that was what he was doing – she could only hear his armor rattle as he moved, never going far.                 Perhaps some other time Ciaran would have been more than patient with something like this, but right now she was praying for Ornstein to move on so they could both be done. The pressure was growing while Ciaran was just sitting there doing nothing, and if she couldn’t at the very least move along soon… something would happen that she preferred not to think about.                 Finally, after what must have been hours – but of course was hardly even five minutes – the Dragonslayer addressed the wolf.                 “Are you looking for your master? He’s not here now, but I’m sure he’ll come visit you soon.”                 Sif just barked at him in response, and he must have considered that to be acceptable, for the sounds of his armor soon faded away. Ciaran pulled herself up to look over the wall, with far more effort than it should have taken, then worked her way over and dropped onto the ground on the other side, receiving another greeting from Sif as she landed. That little bit of sudden warmth she was feeling had absolutely nothing to do with any of that and would go away if she just ignored it.                 Not that she had time to deal with that even if it had been something – truly, ignoring it was the only option. She had to hurry to make sure Ornstein wouldn’t get out of sight. He was approaching a path down to the lower city, and now there was finally going to be an opportunity to get above him, if only Ciaran could climb up one of the many buildings that made up the residential center of the holy city. All the better that the Executioner worked in the slums, where the spaces between buildings were just barely large enough for a silver knight to slip through. If this were one of the more upscale places out towards Duke Seath’s library, sure the houses would be larger, but they’d be so far apart that Ciaran would have to climb down and back up every time she got to the edge.                 Right now, just getting onto a roof once would be a problem. Ciaran was hanging back out of sight and, save for the occasional civilian, the streets were empty, so she had some time mostly alone to prepare herself for the task of scaling the side of a house. Mentally more than physically – things were under control for now and would remain so, if only Ciaran could focus on guaranteeing it. She had to act quickly, though, as narrow roads and sharp turns into innumerable alleys and side streets meant she could lose track of Ornstein in an instant. So, with a deep breath, Ciaran slipped into the nearest alleyway and got to work climbing up the house wall in front of her, grabbing at windows and using the Tracers to get a grip in places where the masonry was cracked. It was a good deal slower than normal, as Ciaran was trying to maintain the delicate balance she’d established in her lower half, and if anything were to happen to disturb that balance… she didn’t really want to think of what that meant.                 Fortunately, Ciaran was able to maintain focus and control long enough to get up onto the roof, and even more fortunately, she could see both Ornstein and the executioner’s block from there – she’d still have to jump across to another couple of houses on the way, but so long as Ornstein planned to do as he was told, there wouldn’t be any issues. He’d slowed down considerably, though, and stopped just before he rounded the last corner. He stood there, looking around at whatever there was to see, adjusting bits of his armor and inspecting his spear. Ciaran loomed overhead, just out of sight, both hoping the Dragonslayer would move on, so she could get back to personal business, and wishing he wouldn’t, so she didn’t have to get so close to the Executioner.                 After idling long enough to seem suspicious, though, Ornstein did head down the proper road, and Ciaran followed above and slightly ahead of him, hopping over gaps between houses to end up directly above Smough. There was a prisoner already on the block, so her focus was on Ornstein while he approached, putting up a hand to block his view and turning his head to the side as a massive cracking noise and guttural laugh rang out in the alley. Only Smough was left standing when Ciaran and Ornstein both looked again. Neither of them dared look directly at what had happened to the prisoner, though the Executioner’s reputation and the size of that hammer were more than enough to guess.                 The lion-knight cautiously stepped forward and opened the maw of his helm that served as a visor, and Ciaran dropped into a low crouch to hear what he was to say. There was a protest from somewhere deep within her body, but she willed herself to ignore it, just for a little while.                 “New orders for you,” he said, “From, eh, from Lord Gwyn.”                 “What? Why would He do that?” Smough’s voice was muffled and distorted by his grotesque helmet.                 “You’re, uh… you’re, you’re more than welcome to… to ask Him yourself when you see Him.” Ornstein tugged on the plume at the back of his helmet and looked off somewhere just beyond Smough – in Ciaran’s general direction, though she was sure she was hidden. “But… best not to bother Him with questions like that.”                 “Right.” Smough let his hammer down at his left side, grabbing the handle to keep it upright. “Well, what is it?”                  “I was sent to tell you,” Ornstein leaned his spear towards Smough as if to point at him. “That, uh, you, and me too actually, we’re to speak to Princess Gwynevere. We’re in Her service now.”                 Ciaran shifted around as her body continued to disagree with her choice of position – and she tried her best to stay silent as she felt a most unwelcome warmth in her smallclothes.                 “Uh, alright. Hey, if I’m working with you now does that mean there are Five Knights?”                 Ornstein closed his visor again and briefly looked up at Ciaran’s roof, this time quite explicitly. Surely he couldn’t have heard her fighting against her own body. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s never going to happen. I mean, you eat people’s bones. I don’t think that’s the kind of person the Lord wants representing Him. Lord Nito, maybe, or even Lady Izalith if She’s in the right mood, but not Lord Gwyn.”                 “Fair enough, yeah.”                 The two trailed off into some sort of conversation, though Ciaran had stopped paying attention. Still in her squatting position that her body hated her for, she had both hands vigorously rubbing her thighs, drifting ever closer to grabbing at herself without ever quite getting there. The inside of her mask was utterly saturated with her sweat and the warmth below grew in little intermittent bursts until she was practically sitting in a puddle within her own clothes. She was out of options and out of time. She’d done as she’d been commanded, and it seemed like Ornstein and Smough were just going to sit around making friends with each other. She’d earned a minute to herself.                 Thus, Ciaran backed away from the edge of the building, stood up and immediately ran back to the house she’d climbed up in the first place, the force from jumping the gaps between buildings causing a little more liquid to join the party. Once she was fairly sure she’d reached the right house, or at least was far enough away, she fumbled with getting the Gold Tracer off her belt, nearly dropping it, and dug it into the wall as she jumped off. Thanks to whatever magic the Giant could work into weapons, that knife was far stronger than it had any right to be, so Ciaran could simply slide down the wall of the house and drop into a quiet alley. And thanks to her small stature compared to the other Knights, she didn’t have to worry too much about being seen, though she was right next to the open road.                 Not that any of that was important. Ciaran could think of nothing else as she tore down her pants, a light but steady stream already working its way to the ground, which became a full-force torrent as soon as Ciaran had lowered herself into the usual position. The pale golden stones below her immediately became drenched in a fresh coating of a much deeper gold, and even the opposite wall of the alley was close enough to receive a generous spray.                 Alas, it didn’t last long. Before Ciaran was even halfway done, she could hear heavy footsteps coming from behind her, out on the road. If they were loud enough to be heard over her own cascade, that meant only one thing. With every grain of strength left in her body, Ciaran forced herself to stop, hastily redressed, and crossed her arms as she willed a disguise spell upon herself. Not a moment later did Ornstein pass by, Smough at his side. They were engaged in some sort of conversation that Ciaran truly did not care one bit about, until Ornstein, who was the nearer of the two to Ciaran’s alley, stopped abruptly and looked down. He lifted his right foot, and a little bit of the Blade’s waters dripped from the heel of his boot.                 “Eugh.” Ornstein shook his foot and took several steps to his left to avoid the still-expanding puddle that had spilled out onto the street, then the two carried on walking. “How do you live down here with these creatures and their filth?”                 Smough’s response was something about plenty of opportunities for him, but Ciaran only listened for when their footsteps had faded away enough for her to be considered out of earshot. As soon as she was sure, she dispelled her disguise and instantly fell forward, lying on her hands and knees in a pool of her own making. There was hardly even time to breathe before the flood she had so rudely interrupted started again, this time filtering through Ciaran’s clothes before hitting the ground with even more force than earlier.                 With no real options available, Ciaran moaned as she let herself fall even lower, head kept off the ground only by the fact that her forearms were in the way. Her chest and arms were soaked almost immediately, to the point where she could feel her waters on her skin. And yet she didn’t really care. She was bent over as if she were a dog in heat presenting herself, and was panting like one too, and still she didn’t care. Only the relief mattered, so Ciaran stayed as she was, reveling in the feeling of being able to remove what must have been more than twelve hours of fluids from her system. Ciaran couldn’t properly gauge how much time passed until the torrent ended, but even when it did she remained in her position for a while, letting whatever was left drip down from her garb and join the ocean she’d made.                 Once she heard the last drops land, she pushed herself up and fell back against the wall. Ciaran lifted up her mask and for a few moments gasped for breath before calming down again and sliding even farther into the pool below. It took a while to process what had just happened, and when she did finally figure it out she pulled her mask down again to hide her deep blush. Then she looked around and sighed. She was an absolute mess. Soaked through to the skin practically everywhere except her back and head, she had no idea whatsoever how she was meant to clean up. Perhaps she could just borrow a painting guardian uniform. They wouldn’t dare pry into their leader’s personal business, if she could get over there without being seen by anyone else, like a silver knight, or Artorias, or worst of all Lord Gwyn. What nightmare awaited her if her Lord found out one of his prized Four Knights lacked the constitution to perform a simple task without soiling herself like a pathetic Undead?                 Oh well. She’d deal with that if it came to it. At least she’d made sure nobody could say the streets in Anor Londo were not paved with gold.

Sake

Blackflame

“I see flame. Flame, flickering, once again. Not enough blood yet shed. My flail… bring me my flail. Ahh, Friede. What stops thine ears? Please, my flail, right away…”                 I knew he’d be trouble, and now here he is, disturbing the Father. Damn Ash. I’d have killed him as soon as I saw him if he wasn’t undead. Damn Darksign.                 “Ahh, oh. Bring Friede to me, please. Canst thou not see? The flame, flickering once again. Soon it will surge. I can see it, feel it...”                 Oh well. Let’s just get it over with.                 “Fret not father, we have no need of thy flail. Tis only the flame, quivering at misguided Ash.” The scythe’s blade is cold as I run my hand across it. It won’t be for long. “Please avert thine eyes. I will snuff out these ashes for good.”                 All I do is walk forward, slowly, and the Ash comes running. I need to have a talk with Yuria about her idea of “potential”, if this is how her “Lords” behave in a fight. He comes into range, and all it takes is a few swings before he’s on the ground, fading away.                 “Return from whence thou cam’st,” I tell him. “For that is thy place of belonging.”                 He’ll be back, of course. But that’ll teach him a good lesson. It takes a few minutes – the fire’s just up the stairs, so at the very least he’s being smart about it and preparing himself. Maybe even poking at one of those white signs, as if it’d be any help.                 Sure enough, he comes charging through the fog. Now he’s got his shield up. How cute. He thinks he’s learning.                 Of course, I just walk towards him. Walking is always so much more intimidating than running.                 He thinks he has an opening, so he lunges around his shield. A jump to the side is more than enough to get out of his way, and a swing to counterattack leaves him reeling. I was really hoping that’d do him in straightaway.                 The Ash rolls off to the wall, and I stay behind. I bring the scythe up and pull it back, and then he can’t see me anymore. He takes a swig of that estus that undead are so attached to, and I jump across the hall to his side. The idiot runs over to where I just was, so I drive the scythe into his back.                 He falls, but by some miracle he manages to pick himself up again. He tries to roll off, but I hit him with a low swipe and he fades away before he gets a chance to figure out which way was up.                 “Leave us be, Ashen One.” I know he won’t listen, but at least if I tell him it makes him wrong for coming back. “Sweep all thought of us from thy mind. As thy kind always have.”                 A few minutes and he’s back again, of course, but now he’s changed into some lighter armor. Roll around all you like, it won’t help you. He runs at me, I walk towards him, and he manages to actually get out of the way of my first few swings this time. Apparently rolling is helping him. He takes a swing, and I jump out of the way, but he follows up with another and nicks me right as his attack is ending. No big deal, and it’ll be back to normal once he dies anyways.                 I jump back across the hall and turn invisible again. He hasn’t learned, so he runs at me, and I jump over his head. He’s on the floor in one strike yet again. This Ash is stubborn, though, and he gets himself out of the way before I can finish him. A dose of estus, and he rolls in for some attack. I catch him with the scythe-blade as he’s getting up from a roll, so he has to pick himself up off the ground again. He manages to lift himself directly into the path of another swing. Oh my, where did that come from? Down he goes again, fading away.                 I’ve got a few minutes to myself again – good time to think, though perhaps not the best time to notice my body making requests. But it’s no concern; this Ash has to give up some time, and I can outlast him. Especially since I’m restored to peak (almost, anyways) condition every time he dies. I’d always wondered about that – that and the fog doors, the damn things.                 He comes back, of course. This time he’s not running around, he’s rolling everywhere. I guess he figures that counts as an improved strategy. Not improved enough, though – it didn’t work last time, and it sure isn’t going to work again this time. One swing goes over his head while he’s on the ground, then a follow-up catches the back of his leg. He stumbles for a moment then lashes out, and I just take the hit and move on with a strike to the head. I don’t know how, but he survives, though he’s staggered. A strike to the ribs snaps him out of it and he rolls away, drinks some estus – they’re so reliant on that stuff these days – then he throws a knife. I can feel it fly past my head, then I jump back and turn invisible again. He runs forward and takes a jab at where he thinks I am, so I leap over him again and prepare to finish him.                 I have to give him credit – he is learning, a little bit. He rolls out of the way at the last second, either because he just happened to feel like rolling just then or he could tell it was coming, but either way the massive swing I’d just taken at him missed completely, and I almost hit the back of my own head with my scythe. He runs in for another poke while my weapon is out of the way, but I just take it and hit him around the head while he’s busy tiring himself out swinging his sword. He drops to the ground and fades away yet again.                 Perhaps if this were any other time I’d be admiring his persistence – he’s an idiot, no doubt about that, but a persistent idiot. That’s respectable, but… right about now I’d really prefer one of those guys who comes in, dies once, then gives up and spends the next few days lurking around with a soapstone trying to figure out how to kill me without actually needing to risk anything. Those people, they’re clever. And, well, they’d give me some time alone. Not that it’s necessary or anything, but still, it would be nice. Don’t want to have any distractions when I’m fighting.                 This one, though, he’s back again, and he keeps coming back. Even on a good day I hate these types – he rolls out of the way of a swipe, and then I jump over him as he tries to counter – they get really boring really quickly. Usually – I hit him in the head with the blunt side of the scythe, but he manages to stab my leg in return – there’s a bit of a rotation. One guy dies, another comes in, then maybe the first comes back. Not with these people. These people, they just – he runs over to Father Ariandel and starts throwing knives, but I just jump back, fade away, and while he’s trying to get over here I swipe my blade across the ground and freeze the stone beneath him – well, they just don’t stop coming. Kill them once, they try to figure out what they did wrong – he tries to roll out of the way, but the ice has slowed him, so I drive the shaft of the scythe into his head while he’s down and watch him dissolve – and then they come back and try to not do that again.                 Or, well, most of them try to learn. This one not so much. They all get mad and quit after a while, though – I just have to last longer than he does, and that’s simple enough considering I almost never get tired. Sure, there are… other things that could, eh, impair my skills, but… That’s not a problem yet. Not one I have to care about, anyways. Maybe I should stop thinking about it.                 T-there are more important things. Yeah, like the fact that he’s back again. But like every time before, this shouldn’t be a problem. Just a swing and h- I fucking hope for his sake he was just flailing that shield around. Now there’s a sword in my chest and I’m on my knees because why the fuck wasn’t I watching his left arm? Stupid. Just one stupid mistake that I’m not going to make again. At least, I’d better not, because the feeling of getting run through wasn’t the only pain from that…                 Come to think of it – he’s got his shield up in front of him now, but I just hit him around it because he doesn’t understand what a scythe is – I’m rather consistently amazed that I can survive something like that. My, eh… There might be some parts of me that wouldn’t be able to last through too many of those, but I still feel fine overall. Sure, it hurt like Izalith, but I’m in good fighting condition otherwise. Barely even lost any blood.                 And, well, even if I did die, it’s not like that’s a problem. I bet he doesn’t even know I’m every bit as undead as he is – got the damn Sign to prove it, even if its location means I’d rather not need proof– and that I’ll just be back in someone else’s world, even if I might not be in his ever again.                 I’m sure he wouldn’t care. He’s just running around poking at me and trying not to get his ass frozen again. He’s actually getting pretty good at finding me when I’m invisible, so I’ll give him credit for that. I’m still beating him into the Abyss, though. He has to know one lucky shot doesn’t give him a chance, right?                 That estus sure does give him a bit of favor, if he can use it properly – he just tried to drink it a second ago, but I smacked him before it could do anything – but it’s nothing I can’t handle. It is rather annoying, though. His supply is a little smaller than we could get back in my day, no doubt a tradeoff for not needing to sacrifice bits of yourself to get more, but it’s more potent. Probably just because they ran out of Firekeepers to shove into those things so they’re using something more plentiful, and a lot of it.                 If he’s not going to drop dead any time soon, though, I’ll have a real attrition war on my hands here. He was dumb with the drinking once, but he figured himself out quickly enough. I’ve been counting, he’s had four doses already, plus the one I stopped – I really shouldn’t be thinking about drinking that stuff, though; if there’s one thing about it I remember it’s that it goes right through you, and, uh, that’s not a convenient thought right now – so he’s still pretty well-stocked, I figure. He’ll just keep dodging, I guess, so I have to hit him enough to make him run out.                 For now, though, I get out of the way and turn invisible again. A jump over his head when he gets to where I just was, then… Wow, okay, I didn’t expect the pressure to get that intense already. S-surely just from the landing. Still invisible, I press my legs together for a moment, and I’m fine enough once again, so I take a swing.                 I miss. He decided to run away once he realized he had no idea where I was, and it just so happened that he chose the exact moment I’d decided to cut his head off. So, his neck wasn’t where it should have been, and now I look like an idiot and have to spend time bringing my scythe back into position.                 He’s actually smart this time, and he takes advantage of that opening, runs over, and… of all the things he could have done, he kicks me. Exactly the thing I needed right now, thanks… I’m sure it’s not the chance he expected, but now I’m bent over dealing with making sure various internal fluids stay internal – I’d definitely be reeling from that anyways, but this takes just a little bit longer to get under control than just getting the air kicked out of you. Whatever the reason, he’s got an opportunity, and he takes it.                 And, apparently, I greatly overestimated my condition. I get hit in the jaw with the guard of his sword, and then I just see a blur of what I can only imagine is the ceiling.                 Then there’s a horrible pain in my neck and I can’t see anything at all.                   But then I wake up. Two things about this situation are definitely not right. First, I am very warm and very wet. That’s… not a good sign. Second, once my vision comes back I can see that everything is fucking on fire, and there are the sounds of Father Ariandel thrashing about behind me. Then the feeling comes back, and fuck everything my head hurts. Okay, third thing not right: this is a pool of blood I’m in right now. My blood, as in all of my fucking blood is on the floor. And if this pressure coming back is any indication, this pool is just my blood. So now there are two problems. I apparently didn’t come back to life properly, or the Father’s done something, and I’m stuck here fighting this same idiot some more, and I could really use a piss that I’m not going to get to deal with any time soon.                 The pain in my head fades – that’s the worst part about dying, you wake up feeling like, well, like you died – and I move to pull myself up. Plant the scythe on the ground, push up off of it, then work up to standing again. At some point, I was apparently set on fire, too, but it’s reduced to a few embers by the time I’m upright. Then it’s just a matter of getting the scythe back into position.                 Ariandel is the first to act, and his idea of action is smashing that vessel of his on the ground. I take the opportunity to swipe up a sheet of ice, then I jump over to get behind the Father.                 The Ash seems to focus mainly on Father Ariandel, who is himself busy flailing wildly trying to crush the Ash like the bug he is. I can feel a little bit of pain every time Ariandel gets hit, like it’s me taking those hits, too. This won’t be something I can just wait out, so as much as part of me would greatly prefer that I just hid in a corner for a minute while Ariandel solves the problem, I can’t do that. Every second I waste is another second he’s left blindly crawling around trying to accomplish anything at all.                 So, as much as it pains me to, I jump around to get into position, and while the Ash is distracted I hit him with a series of winding strikes – he doesn’t roll away until after I’ve finished beating him up, and once he’s in the clear, he takes a drink. That’s six, unless he had one while I was dead.                 I throw another sheet of ice at him, but he’s already done drinking and out of the way by the time it reaches him. He’s… completely ignoring me now. Going only for the Father. Considering how much this is starting to hurt, I have to do something about that. And if I can’t distract him enough to get him to face me instead…                 A jump back and I fade out of sight, then take a knee, as much as my body would prefer I didn’t. I really don’t know how this escalated so quickly – I have to stop and work to get things under control before I search my belt and pockets for… where the fuck is this thing? I know I have it… A few more seconds of pain from within and without before I find what I was looking for. It’s just a bundle of cloth and a rock, but it’s my bundle of cloth with a rock in it, and I need it right now. I squeeze the talisman as tightly as possible and hold it up to my head, and soon enough, it’s glowing. A warmth envelops my entire body, even beyond the heat of the flames, and I feel reinvigorated.                 That is, until he runs over and slices into my arm. I’m sent staggering back, with a third type of warmth showing up now – this time only briefly, thankfully. I toss the talisman back into the depths of my robes and swat at the Ash and trip him up while he tries to run away. He falls to the ground, and I take another swing at him, but he rolls out of the way of that one and gets to his feet. He strikes me again, then rolls off, straight under Ariandel’s vessel. The Father makes a valiant attempt to crush the Ash, but the pest is too fast for him and is off to the Father’s side, where I can’t see him, but I can still feel what he’s doing.                 For just a moment, I press my legs together again – this is pretty bad now – then jump over to where I can see the Ash. I throw some ice at him and leap across the room to him, striking him across the back. He stumbles, but rolls aside and takes another drink, and I step back for a rest.                 Things aren’t going my way at all. First I die, then I come back and everything’s worse than it was before, and now the Father is very likely going to die and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not when I’m in this condition – I plant the scythe between my legs for a moment, hit by a sudden, powerful wave, but fortunately nothing else comes of that – and certainly not if the Ash is going to ignore everything I do and try to strike the Father down anyways.                 If only I coul-   “Aah…”                                   “When the Ashes are two, a flame alighteth. Thou’rt Ash, and fire befits thee, of course...”                 Alright, no, I’m mad now. Kill me, kill Ariandel, you’re going to get what you deserve. I pick myself up and draw the extra scythe I’ve had on my belt the whole time. I’m still dying inside, now more than ever, but nothing matters right now besides killing this bastard. Glorious abyssal flames are at my feet as I rise, and then I immediately jump into action. Wave the scythes and spin just so, and a swirling pillar of dark fire propels me upwards, then a downward strike has me crash down into the Ash with yet more flame.                 He’s gotten himself out of the way, but no matter. One scythe and then the other, an unyielding assault on the Ash. These blades are quickly polluted with his blood, and still he fights on. He rolls back and drinks in the moment I take to rest, but I immediately resume the assault and leave him running. No openings. He’s not going to get a chance.                 The second assault finishes, and I immediately drag one scythe across the ground, and when I lift it, a great wall of dark fire erupts and consumes everything in front of me – the Ash, unfortunately, not included.                  Let’s see how good he is at dodging what he can’t see. A step back, then I fade and jump over him. He keeps getting close, but every time he does I move farther back and fade away again. Then another jump, a deep breath, and the larger scythe carves into his back. He falls flat on his face, and yet he refuses to die. He gets up, rolls away, drinks, and then covers his sword in golden tree sap or whatever the fuck that is. I don’t give a fuck. I just want him dead.                 His weapon is sparkling with the Great Lord’s gift, and he charges at me. One strike I deflect with the smaller scythe, but he attacks again faster than I anticipate, and I feel the sting of the blade and the surge of lightning through me. I’m sure that’s made things a little warmer downstairs, but I still don’t care. A strike to the face with the blunt side of the larger scythe gets him to back off, and I unleash another assault on him. He takes a hit, then another, then gets himself out of the way to drink again.                 Then he pulls his sword up by his head with two hands, moving into a great lunge. I try to deflect with the smaller scythe, but still the lightning on the blade hits me, even if I’m not pierced by the metal itself. Another surge of pain and another involuntary release, and I’m right back to throwing fire at him. Swipe a scythe across the floor for a fire wall, slam the other onto the ground for a burst of flames.                 And yet he keeps running, while I run out of time.                 I’m not going to win this, not if I keep trying things the way I have been.                 There is one thing, one weapon he couldn’t possibly have seen coming, but I only have one shot at it.                 By the Lords, I hope I still remember how to do this.                                 I drop the smaller scythe, then the larger one, and charge directly at the Ash. He puts up his sword to run me through, but it’s too late for him.                 I swat the weapon aside with my left hand – fortunately, the enchantment has worn off – and then grab him by the mouth. My right hand grabs his neck, and as he falls to the ground in my grip, and I fall to sit on top of him, I feel him struggling. I press harder with my left, and the resistance slows, until it stops altogether.                 I’m breathing heavily as I sit up and pull away from him. As soon as I lift my hand off of his mouth, he starts to dissolve again, and I’m holding a black sprite – I can feel it writhing for a moment before I crush it. It makes a satisfying cracking sound as I absorb its power, and I’m overcome by a great, soothing warmth. I let my hands fall to the ground, shut my eyes, and take a deep breath as I let the humanity flow through me.                 When I look again, I see a pool on the floor below me, and as the humanity’s effects fade, I can still feel a lingering warmth down my legs. I’m left staring in disbelief for a moment – truly, I have no idea how this actually happened, but I don’t have much of a choice but to surrender to it, so I just watch the pool grow until it reaches my hands. Then the warmth in my legs starts to fade, and I move so that I’m sitting on my feet.                 This wasn’t exactly how I’d intended for this to happen, especially considering I’m either going to have to find a way to get new clothes without leaving this room, or just surrender to the concept of fighting either half-naked or half-soaked.                 The one consolation is that I’m fairly sure the Ash won’t be back any time soon.       

Sake

A Cold and Lonely Painted World

There once was an abomination who had no place in this world. She clutched this doll tightly, and eventually was drawn into a cold and lonely painted world.                   What happened to that doll, anyways? And, for that matter, where was the painting? It didn’t matter much, of course, where anything was – the guardians would follow the painting anywhere, and ultimately the condition outside didn’t change anything inside anyways. Priscilla knew that, of course, though they were still interesting questions. She had brought her doll into this fascinating new world – or, well, she was pretty sure she had – and just now she realized that it was nowhere to be found. Wherever it was, though, if it were outside the painting, it could be used to get inside. And if just anyone from the outside could get in, well, surely they wouldn’t understand anything about its residents – what could an outsider possibly know about the world of rejects?                 More importantly, what would they do? The painting was home, for Priscilla and everyone else in it. They’d try to protect their home – and what if they were to be hurt? The Crossbreed shifted around nervously. There was probably nothing to worry about, but she’d been seen as a leader and protector within the painting ever since she first arrived. They were her responsibility. Priscilla took a deep breath. This wasn’t the first time she’d started thinking like that, and every other time nothing bad had happened. Why should anything be different this time? She had her own needs anyways, she couldn’t keep putting the painting before herself. Now that she’d calmed down, that was readily apparent – not a big deal yet, but why put it off?                 Setting her scythe to the side, she walked over to the edge of her tower and looked out at the distant horizons of the Painted World. No less beautiful than the first time she saw it. Putting her feet as close to the edge as possible without stepping off, Priscilla grabbed at her fluffy skirt of fur and prepared to lift it out of the way. But then there was a sound. She’d never heard it before, but she knew exactly what it meant nonetheless. She jumped back and grabbed her weapon, positioning herself right in the middle of the room just in time to see an armored figure walk through the light blocking the doorway. A human, no doubt, with some shiny plate armor covered up with a blood-stained blue surcoat.                 “Who art thou,” she said, softly, despite her fears, “one of us, thou art not.” Even though part of her was practically shouting at her to just kill the thing and be done with it, the rest of her was calm enough to give the human a chance to leave. “If thou hast misstepped into this world, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.” Hopefully the human would listen. “If thou seekest I,” she said, “thine desires shall be requited not.”                 The human just looked up at her, their face obscured by the visor of their helmet. Priscilla took a deep breath and slowly moved her scythe into an attack position, but as she was doing that the human suddenly sat down, directly on the snowy tower floor. She lowered her guard as the human removed their helmet, revealing a soft face and black hair tied off into a tail at the back – female, probably. Her heart felt like it was about to punch through her chest. This could still be a trick. But, no, the human just sat there, and even spoke after a while.                 “Uh, hi,” she said, waving a hand. “You, uh, you’re not gonna use that?” The human pointed at Priscilla’s scythe – and she even glanced at it herself for a moment before turning to address the human, refusing to answer the question.                 “Thou must returneth whence thou came,” she said, still somehow managing to speak softly and calmly. “This land is peaceful, its inhabitants kind, but thou dost not belong. I beg of thee, plunge down from the plank, and hurry home.”                 The human just sat there and smiled at her. “Y’know, they told me about you. Well, sort of.” She adjusted some rings on her hand – one of them seemed far too tight to ever come off. “They told me there was a monster in the painting, some hideous beast that was the enemy of life itself.” Priscilla just stared at her. “I’m disappointed, actually. They told me there was a monster and all I find is you.” The human laughed, and Priscilla sighed. The human didn’t seem to be much of a threat, but Priscilla still wanted her to leave – she didn’t belong in the painting, after all, and, well… Priscilla lightly pressed her legs together. Hopefully the human would get bored soon.                 “Please,” the Crossbreed said, “thou hast no place here. Begone.”                 “But I want to know about the painting.” The human looked Priscilla right in the eye and crossed her arms. “What is this place? Why do they call you a monster?” She pulled a flask off her belt, its liquid contents glowing a brilliant gold, and took a sip from it. “And why’s it so cold?”                 Priscilla just stared at the human. She’d toss her over the edge herself if it meant she’d be alone again, but perhaps if she just answered the human’s questions, the human would leave on her own. “Ariamis created this world,” she said. “’Tis a haven for that which is cast out from the land outside. And thou art no outcast,” she added, “so, please, return to thy world.”                  “The world out there isn’t my world,” the human responded, “I remember nothing of it but I know I have this brand-“ She pointed to a slight burning ring around one eye, “-and that means I’m not wanted out there.” Another sip from the flask, and a muttered “damn it’s cold.”                 “Even so,” Priscilla said, shifting her weight between her legs and hoping it wasn’t obvious, “This world is not thine either.”                 “What’s really any different between us,” the human asked, still drinking that little undead drink of hers, “After all, we’re both monsters. I take souls from things when they die, and when I die I just wake up at a bonfire. I’m a damn human, I had to escape from a prison I was put in just because I’m human.” Another sip to warm up, and she added, “That’s actually where I found that doll that brought me here.”                 “Thou hast found my doll?” Priscilla’s eyes widened.                 “That was yours? I just found it lying around in my cell – though, somehow, it was only there after I escaped and came back.” The human pulled her arms close to her body and wiggled around where she sat.                 “Yes, that was mine. Long ago it drew me to the painting, and here have I been.” She now had her legs slightly crossed, just enough to apply a bit of pressure, but not so much that she couldn’t stand straight. This human really needed to get on her way.                 “But, uh, if you don’t mind my asking, why? Why’d you let it take you here in the first place?” More of that glowing liquid left the flask.                 “The gods fear what they do not understand,” Priscilla said, bending her knees ever so subtly. “That tyrant Gwyn cast me out from Anor Londo, and I cowered alone with my doll ‘till it brought me here, where the gods dare not trespass.” Tears came to her eyes but she blinked them away.                 The human drank yet more, and shuffled around. “The gods were afraid of you?” She laughed a little bit. “You’re not that scary. What could they possibly be afraid of?”                 Not only was this really not a conversation Priscilla wanted to have, but it was also a really bad time. She could feel the pressure in her bladder building by the second. Still, if the human’s curiosity was satisfied, she would leave. “Gwyn fears my powers,” she said, positioning her scythe in front of her so that she could press up against it without arousing suspicion. “He calls them the antithesis of life, he thinks them to be dark. Gwyn fears the dark – thus humans were imprisoned.” She shut her eyes tightly and concentrated for a second as a sudden wave of need came over her, but passed after a few seconds without consequence. “Thou art right, we are not dissimilar. And yet still this world is not thine – return to the outside, to thine own business.”                 The human seemed to be caught off-guard by Priscilla’s words. “But I was told to cast away the dark – link the fire and succeed Gwyn.” She shook her head and drank more from her flask, emptying it and leaving its usual cloudy green color visible. “If humanity is dark, then…”                 Priscilla stopped listening as she felt a small leak trail down her leg. She pressed harder with her scythe, hoping the human wouldn’t notice. “H-human,” she said, voice still soft but now with a hint of panic, “return to thy world. Thou art on some quest, and thy quest must be completed.” A fresh trail warmed her leg again.                 The human stood up and nodded. “Yeah, that’s probably for the best.” She stretched, and then said, “And, uh, is there anywhere I could, uh…” The human did a little dance. “Estus goes right through you if you’re not hurt, and there won’t be any good opportunities in Anor Londo…”                 Priscilla was both amazed she had to answer such a question and also that she could still maintain her composure, somewhat. “O-over the side.” She pointed off in some vague direction as yet more urine forced its way out and down her legs – now it was a constant trickle, though a very weak one. If the human could finish up quickly, perhaps Priscilla could get out of this without too much of an issue. Her feet were already a little bit wet and the snow under her already had a decent yellow stain on it, but, still, if she could wait just a little longer she could save most of her dignity.                 That would prove to be difficult, though. The human nodded at her and left to stand by the edge of the tower, out of Priscilla’s line of sight, but she could hear metal striking the ground as the human shed some of her armor. And if she could hear that, then of course she could hear what would inevitably come next. The shuffling of cloth as the human sufficiently disrobed, and then the one thing Priscilla really did not want to hear.                 Just hearing the human’s relief wasn’t that bad on its own – the only sound was of the stream itself, as there was nothing for it to hit against within earshot outside the tower. No, what made it unbearable was the sighs coming from the human herself. Clearly, the human was enjoying herself, and that was the breaking point for Priscilla. The constant trickle turned into a stream, and then she found herself dropping her scythe and falling to her knees as her hold broke completely.                 “Ahh… but, why…” Tears filled her eyes as she let out slight moans of relief. After all, she was sitting there on the floor, wetting herself uncontrollably, with a human nearby. If only the human just listened to her and left. Or, really, why’d the human need to show up at all? Priscilla was supposed to be beyond such things. She wasn’t supposed to act like some human child. And yet there she was, still going strong, now hugging her own tail for some degree of comfort.                 In Priscilla’s mind it was even more humiliating that the human had come over and leaned up against her – which she probably would have tried anyways, considering nearly every part of the Crossbreed’s body was covered in soft white fluff. “It’s okay,” the human said, but Priscilla paid no mind until she had finished. And then she wiped away her tears with her hand, but stayed in her sitting position.                 After a while, she spoke to the human, who was still pressing herself into Priscilla’s side. “What seeketh thee?” There really was no reason for the human to still be there. “I beg of thee, leave me.” She did nothing to force the human to move, and just lifted up the skirt-fluff over her legs to see what had happened. Her legs were wet, but she could feel that, and there was a rather large puddle underneath her. The puddle had reached far enough to soak the skirt-fluff on her backside, creating an uncomfortable moist seat. She quickly put everything back into place, though, once she realized the human was looking as well. “Leave,” Priscilla said again.                 The human looked up at her and nodded. “Alright, but once I have the Lordvessel, I’ll be back.” She hugged Priscilla as well as she could – she was much smaller, after all, so her arms couldn’t reach all the way around the Crossbreed’s body – before heading over to the exit. “This is a lovely painting” were her last words before she jumped off the edge and was carried away by a crow.                 Once the human had been gone for a while, Priscilla stood up and walked over to the edge, looking out at the view. In all honesty, she couldn’t say she didn’t want the human to come back. Solitude was fine, but a little company every so often didn’t hurt – when it was timed right, anyways. She smiled as she looked off into the cold painted horizon. It really was a lovely painting.

Sake

 

18 & 19 | Sundas, 4 Morning Star 4E 202

“Anyways, it’s not terribly complicated. Just gotta remember what day it is, is all. Might help to mark off days that already passed, so you don’t think it’s last week, y’know?”                 “Right, but I still do not understand why it has nothing to do with the moons.” Azhani had brought her new calendar to the Dragonborn so he could explain it to her – she learned quickly enough, and was now working on a cup of tea and waiting for people to show up. It was her turn to do all the work after her little adventure the day before, so she really needed to wake up as much as possible.                 “Yeah, beats me.” Bjorn shrugged and took a bite out of whatever monstrous sandwich he’d prepared himself. “Must be some Alessian or Ayleid thing. I ‘unno. Kinda weird, ‘specially since Sun’s Dawn has like two fewer days than normal for no reason at all.” He paused for a moment and briefly looked off into the distance. “Though, now that I think about it, that sort of nonsense does seem like some shit elves would pull… Must be Ayleid.”                 Azhani’s nose twitched in amusement. “Yes, that’s flawless reasoning there.” She looked down into her cup, now half-empty. Seemed like just two seconds ago it was full. However that all disappeared, it was delicious, and Azhani needed more, so she held out her hand and shook the cup. “Hm?”                 Bjorn grabbed the pitcher they’d been drinking from, but stopped and raised an eyebrow just before bringing it over. “You sure ‘bout that? I mean, with all the…” He gestured in the Khajiit’s direction and made a vague sound.                 Her response was to flatten her ears and growl at him. “Do not mention that.”                 The Dragonborn threw up his free hand and said, “Alright, alright. But, uh… what specific incident is it that we’re not talking ab-“ He cut himself off when he noticed Azhani extending her claws. “Uh, okay, yeah, all of them, alright, sure. Here you go.”                 Azhani perked up instantly when her tea was refilled, and she gave an exaggerated purr. “Thank you, Dragonborn.”                 “Uh-huh.” Bjorn leaned forward on the counter just enough to be at Azhani’s eye level. “Man, this is all wrong. I’m a dragon, I shouldn’t be afraid of some cat, eh?” He let his last few words trail off into a chuckle.                 “Cats have claws, Bjorn.” Azhani tipped her head a little to the side, tripping up on the unfamiliar pronunciation of his name. “Can’t be a dragon with no throat to Shout with.”                 “Oh, hey, you know, funny thing about that is that, uh…“ His attention was drawn away from the conversation when the inn’s doors opened. “Uh, hey, take over, will you?” He didn’t wait for a response before running off to greet his returning housecarl.                 Azhani shrugged and looked over to the door, giving a little wave to Lydia and watching as the Dragonborn directed her to a table. Then she hopped over the counter and planted herself in the stool that would have usually been occupied by Keerava. She watched in silence, sipping at her tea while the two Nords had what looked to be a fairly energetic conversation. They were audible enough with how close they were to the bar, but Azhani wasn’t terribly interested, instead focusing on her tea and some of the things she’d brought down with her – her calendar and another book by Quill-Weave, once again borrowed from the Dragonborn.                 After a few minutes of absentminded calendar-flipping and half-hearted reading, Bjorn got her attention again, speaking right to her. When Azhani looked over at him, he and Lydia had both stood up, Lydia headed for the stairs. “Hey, we’ve got, uh, some stuff to do today,” the Dragonborn said. “So you’re gonna be on your own all day. That gonna be alright?”                 Azhani nodded and turned back to her book with a weak thumbs-up from the hand carrying her tea. She could hear the sound of his heavy feet taking the stairs, then several minutes later two sets of feet came down and over to the door. The Khajiit looked over and waved at them, the Dragonborn giving his typical half-assed salute in response– though now it looked out-of-place, as he was dressed in the same robes he’d worn at the summit at High Hrothgar, and Lydia was wearing formals of her own.                 “You know you are going to be robbed wearing clothes like that, yes?” She couldn’t help it – she knew more than enough about that sort of lifestyle to tell that wearing fancy clothes in Riften meant you were either Maven Black-Briar or a mark. Considering Bjorn and his housecarl were definitely not Maven Black-Briar…                 “Eh, if I were anyone else, yeah, I probably would. But nobody’s gonna fuck with the Dragonborn. See you later.” He gave another one of those salutes and followed Lydia outside. When the door closed, Azhani shrugged and turned back to her book, taking another sip of her tea as she did.                 It must have been an hour or two before anyone started coming in, and for the most part Azhani didn’t have to pay much attention to them. Reach under the counter, grab a bottle, hand it over, get back to reading. Nobody had ordered any food, so aside from brewing more tea for herself there wasn’t anything all that complicated to do – for some reason people didn’t seem to be very interested in having someone covered in fur cook for them.                 Nothing complicated until some very oddly-dressed men came in, anyways. A group of four had found their way into the inn and grabbed seats together at the bar, attracting Azhani’s attention just with how they looked. Their apparent leader – or at least, the first among them to take his seat – was mostly wearing the chitinous armor the Dunmer had made a tradition of, and the other three had bits of leather and steel. What was peculiar about him and his friends, though, was that they were all wearing various bits and pieces of Dwarven make, clearly worked on and polished up after they’d been collected. The leader wore the most of this old brass gear; his whole right arm was covered in Dwarven armor, he had a brass plate serving as a collar that attached to a piece for his left shoulder, and if his armor continued under his little kilt, his legs were covered in brass as well.                 Three of the men had taken off their helmets; only their leader kept his, and it would have matched with the traditional style of what the Dunmer called “bonemold”, if not for the fact that the bottom of the helmet had been cut off so that the leader’s mouth was exposed. That blue chin of his was the only indication of the leader’s race while he remained silent – his companions included a Redguard, another Dunmer, and some lighter human that Azhani wasn’t sure of.                 The lead Dunmer only spoke when his friends had settled down, and when he did speak his voice was deep, rough even for a Dunmer, and tinted with age. “Muthsera,” he started with a bow of his head, “you wouldn’t happen to have flin, would you?”                 Azhani took a moment to process the appearance of these adventurers, speaking quickly once she realized she had to answer a question. “Oh, uh, sorry, yes, somewhere around here, yes.” Then she got up, turned around, and went to looking through shelves while the faceless Dunmer called out to her again.                 “Two of those then, and two of whatever beer you have, please, sera.”                 “Anything?” Azhani paused for a moment and looked over at the adventurer, who nodded silently. “Yes, just a minute.”                 It took a little bit of rummaging to find Talen’s stash of foreign liquors – Azhani didn’t recognize half of them, and only even managed to find flin because she happened to recognize the Daedric F on the label. She grabbed a bottle of that and a pair of tall glasses, handing both off to the lead explorer, then reached under the counter for a bottle of whatever – smelled like beer, so good enough – and some mugs. The leader distributed the drinks and the adventurers gave a toast, then started talking amongst themselves.                 Except the leader. The leader, drink in hand, was ignoring his friends in favor of the Khajiiti barmaid.                 “So,” he said. “Been hearing a lot about the Dragonborn since I got to Skyrim. Know anything about that, sera?”                 “Hmmn?” Azhani looked over at him and nearly choked on her tea – she wasn’t expecting anyone to talk to her about something other than drinks, and she’d just settled down again to relax in relative quiet. “Aahn, sorry. Um, the Dragonborn, you said? Yes, he actually lives here.”                 The adventurer’s helmet hid his expression, but his voice indicated his shock just as well. “Wha-? Th- the- what? The Dragonborn? Lives here?”                 The Khajiit gave a little nod. “Yes, for the last maybe, two, three months, perhaps? He is busy today, though. This one thinks he will be very busy for a while after today, too.”                 “Oh yeah? How’s that?”                 “For the past couple of weeks he was recovering from a fight with… what, Alduin? He is just waiting until he is healthy enough to fight Alduin again, and that is probably soon.”                 “I see.” The Dunmer put his free arm up on the counter and rested his head in his hand. “I was hoping to meet him, actually, but that’ll have to wait, it seems. Wouldn’t want to delay a Hero any longer than necessary, after all.”                 Azhani’s head found its way to a slight angle. “You could stay here until he has time, if you can afford it. Plenty of rooms open.”                 “Oh, no, it’s fine, I was- well, we were just passing through, never planned on staying. My friend here-“ The adventurer grabbed the shoulder of the Redguard next to him. “-suggested we stop in for a drink, but we’re heading right back out afterwards.”                 “Mhm.” Azhani made some vaguely-affirmative noise through a mouthful of tea from the cup she’d just refilled. “So, you are adventurers, yes? Going anywhere good?”                 “Adventurer is… yeah, sure, you could say that. The Breton over there is more of a tomb raider than anything, but yeah. I’m actually on my way out to the shrine to Azura over in Winterhold, for right now. No idea how far these guys are going to follow, but that’s where I’m headed.”                 The Khajiit shrugged while the adventurer topped off his own drink. “Azurah is as good a reason as any to go that far.”                 “Yeah, she’s… she’s pretty important to the Khajiit religion, isn’t she?” Azhani nodded, and the adventurer continued. “Quite important to me, too, though I admit I haven’t been acting like it. Hopefully, if I go to her shrine, she’ll see I’m still here, still dedicated to her. And hopefully she’ll share just a little bit of her wisdom.”                 Azhani shuffled around a bit in her seat and looked into the pitcher of tea. Empty. “Then good luck with that. This one has not known Azurah to talk to people very often.”                 The other, younger dark elf chimed in at this point. “Without the Tribunal, some of the Daedra are more than happy to communicate with us - Azura most of all, and she'd especially like to-” He coughed and quickly finished up his drink upon noticing that the leader had turned to look at him - he spoke quickly to finish his thought, as if the leader was glaring at him under that helmet. "Er, I bet she'd really like to hear from someone as old and wise as, uh... as he is." The young elf pointed at the leader for a moment, then quickly slid his mug towards Azhani. "Anyways, about time we head out again, isn't it?"                 The faceless dark elf nodded and looked over at the rest of his companions. “Yes, we should be going. You guys set?” The two humans with him broke away from their own conversation and nodded at him, then the group stood and replaced their helmets while the leader slid a handful of coins across the counter. It was far too much for the little they’d bought, and Azhani was about to mention it when the lead adventurer addressed it himself. “I trust that’ll cover everything, and a little something for yourself, right?” He stood up himself and bowed his head, then turned to lead the other three out. “Thank you, sera.”                 “Uh, no problem…” Azhani pawed through the money she’d been given while the adventurers made their way outside. Most of the coins seemed to be fairly old, and the images on them were different from what Azhani had seen throughout the Empire. The head-side had a picture of some elf instead of the Emperor, and the tail-side had replaced the Imperial Dragon with a depiction of Azurah’s Star. “Money is still money,” she muttered, sliding the coins into a little box under the counter.                 With nobody else at the bar, Azhani got up with a sigh and went to grab a broom. With it, she headed into the dining area and went about cleaning up after the few people who had come in and taken seats at proper tables, still not ordering anything that needed to be cooked. Fortunately, there wasn’t a whole lot to get at – on top of the fact that everyone seemed to have a craving for bread and cheese today, either the regular clientele knew not to screw around with the Argonians, or they’d come to fear the Dragonborn and what he’d do if they didn’t leave the place in good shape. Whatever the reason, those still present started to hurry up once they noticed Azhani’s approach, and the few other tables that showed any signs of sentient activity were largely only marked by plates and bowls and a handful of gold.                 Azhani first went around and collected all the payment that had been left behind, dropping it all into the large pocket of her apron. Then all the dishes were piled up onto an unoccupied table, and she got to work on the floors – which really amounted to absentmindedly pushing the broom around and waiting for something to happen, as there wasn’t a whole lot to clean up other than dust from overnight, and when the last few patrons who’d decided to take tables cleared out, they hardly even left crumbs behind.                 That left Azhani alone in the bar with only her thoughts for company, at least until lunchtime proper came around. Of course, her thoughts right now weren’t the best friends – with no distractions, she found herself ever so slightly pressing her legs together and mentally berating herself: ‘That was a lot of tea, dumbass, of course this was going to happen’, and other such lovely mental notes.                 Rude though her mind may have been, it was right. She should have known better. Things were going to get very bad very quickly, and it was her damn fault. Azhani groaned, speaking a drawn-out swear in Ta’agra. It wasn’t too bad yet, at least, but just knowing she couldn’t do anything about it was already making it worse.                 Theoretically she could run upstairs, take care of herself, and be back down in five minutes or less, but both Keerava and the Dragonborn had put their trust in her to run the inn like a professional. And a professional wouldn’t run off and leave the bar unattended just because she had to take a leak. On the other hand, the place was totally empty, and there was very little chance of anyone save for the handful of regulars showing up, so odds were good she’d have plenty of time to sneak off. But what if someone did come in? She didn’t want to be responsible for turning away customers that thought the place was closed; or worse, her absence from behind the counter could very well mean anyone who came in would steal drinks or money and be out before Azhani knew they were even there.                 So, realistically, she had no options. She could only hope Bjorn would return in time – and for all she knew he and Lydia had already finished whatever they’d gone out to do, and the Dragonborn was just stalling for time because he wanted a nice show when he got back. The more she thought about that, the more it made sense, but he wouldn’t really do that, would he?                 ‘Sure, he’s an insufferable pervert,’ she thought, ‘but he’s not really a bad guy. He’ll be back and everything will be fine, I’m sure … I hope.’                 For now, she needed a distraction, and she’d quite fortunately brought one with her. Taking her seat behind the bar, she picked up her book and flipped through it to find where she’d left off, pausing just for a moment on the very first page. This book, like the one she’d read on the way to and from the war meeting, was also apparently from the nascent Fourth Era – dedicated again to “K M”, with no other indication, as the Dragonborn said to expect.                 It still made just as much sense as it did last time – none – so Azhani quickly moved on to where she was, shuffling around a bit to forget why she needed the distraction, eventually getting comfortable enough to lose track of time…                 … until people started to come in and order drinks, meaning she had to pay attention to liquids again. For the most part it was a fairly easy task of simply handing out bottles and mugs, and glaring at Romlyn Dreth to silence him for once, but even so, the sounds of people pouring their own drinks from the bottles she’d given them weren’t doing her any favors. Azhani crossed her legs and draped her tail over her lap, hoping nobody would think anything of it while she tried to focus at least a little bit on her book. She was still well aware of the peculiar looks she was getting from people who came up to the bar, but it was more likely that they weren’t expecting a Khajiit to be serving them drinks – and not at all related to the fact that Azhani could just barely keep still, subconsciously and constantly jiggling one leg or twitching her tail.                 Couldn’t be that much longer. By now her book was essentially just a request not to talk to her – she’d been on the same page for who-knows-how-long, and it was obvious that she wasn’t even looking at it, focusing instead on the door and the people coming in and out.                 More accurately, on the occasional person. This was the Bee and Barb, after all. It was one of the better establishments in town, but that wasn’t saying much, and it still wasn’t terribly popular. But that didn’t much matter. Azhani wasn’t looking for customers; they’d just walk up to her anyways, and she’d tune in just enough to hear what they wanted, then try to tune back out again to save herself from the sounds. If she did everything right, she wouldn’t have to pay attention to them at that point, and she really didn’t want them to pay attention to her either. She’d managed to get her leg under control and stop it from bouncing, but her tail and ears were still twitching, ideally in a way that looked normal.                 Azhani had no idea how much time had passed by the time she finally tore her eyes away from the door. Staring at it wouldn’t do her any favors – though she’d definitely keep her ears focused on it. Instead, she lowered her eyes to her seat, pretending like she’d gone back to reading. The Khajiit’s lower belly was visibly rounded and she didn’t dare touch it, for if she was full enough to get her tiny frame to bulge then she was also full enough to lose it if that delicate system were to be disturbed. In theory, anyways, considering in reality her body wouldn’t allow her to release her waters somewhere she might be seen. For a moment she glanced over her shoulder at the little patch of floor that opened up to lead far below the ground to the dungeon under the basement, looking away again almost immediately. It was tempting, sure, but disappearing like that would be incredibly conspicuous, and that would be just as bad as being in public.                 So she just looked at her legs. They were locked together, constantly rubbing against each other, but if Azhani wanted to do more to help the pressure, that had to stop for a moment. She promised herself it would only be for a second, summoning with a quiet growl the strength to hold her legs still and spread them ever so slightly apart. Then she gingerly raised herself up off the barstool just far enough to fold her tail beneath her and pull it up between her legs, immediately dropping back to her seat and snapping her legs together again as soon as that was done. At any other time, Azhani would certainly have been bothered by the pain of her whole body weight resting on such a delicate instrument, but given her situation it was the more tolerable alternative.                 Azhani then slowly brought a hand down to grab her tail once she was sure nobody was paying attention, carefully pulling on it so that it could apply a little more pressure for just a little while – she’d have to let go eventually and dedicate both hands to her job, but what little her tail was doing for her made her feel a lot better. And of course it didn’t seem like even remotely long enough when she had to release her grip as someone she vaguely recognized as a regular ordered a new drink.                 Just her luck that it was something that wasn’t kept under the counter, so she’d need to go stand up to get. There was no way she’d be able to stand straight in her current condition – in fact, if not for the fact that she was in public, she was certain that she’d explode as soon as she got up – and she wouldn’t be able to move as slowly as she’d need to, but she had to try anyways. Once again she pried her legs apart and forced herself to her feet, leaning forward with her hands on the counter as the change of position caused a great surge of need to assault her, though only for a moment.                 When it passed, Azhani’s tail flew back to its normal position and she turned around as casually as possible, taking weak strides that would have looked like a human trying to emulate the way she walked normally – a comparison she’d only even been made aware of when her sister had teased her for her posture on their way through town after a long day out together, as if she hadn’t been waddling along herself. But why was she thinking about that? She really hoped the Dragonborn would get back soon; it was no good if she was desperate enough for it to mess with her head. At least she was still clear enough to know what she was looking for and where to find it.                 More excellent fortune for her that this particular drink was found in one of the lower cabinets. As sure as she was that her body wouldn’t let her break just yet, she really would have preferred not to tempt fate, but alas. It was the only way, so she forced herself into a squat as she pawed through the various bottles and tools in the cabinet to find what she needed. And though she tried to stay composed, her legs shook constantly again and her tail was absolutely furious. What Azhani really needed wasn’t in this cabinet, but right now she had to take things one step at a time. Get the booze and stand up again. She had to rid herself of that horrible feeling that her ocean of what once was tea was right on the border between in her body and in her pants, and for as long as she was in a squatting position her body would be trying to tell her that it was time to let loose.                 Perhaps the only real bit of good luck for Azhani was that it didn’t take long to locate the requested drink, and as soon as it was in hand she worked her way back up to a standing position, knocking the cabinet doors closed with a foot once she’d composed herself. Then she walked back to the bar with that same silly stride as before, setting the bottle down on the counter and leaning against it with one hand. The other pulled out a glass from one of the shelves below, and when that joined the bottle she was tempted to let that hand help out between her legs.                 But, no, this was one of those drinks where it was for whatever reason universally considered good form to never under any circumstances allow the guest to pour for themselves. Azhani didn’t really have much of a choice but to tear open the bottle in what was absolutely the incorrect manner, then subject herself to the deepest and foulest realm of Oblivion: pouring something into something else. Realm of the Daedric Prince of full bladders, of course. Sangiin, perhaps?                 Azhani tried very hard to not listen to what she was doing, but had to force herself to look directly at it to ensure it was done right. It was really only a few seconds she was standing there with her legs knotted and ears conspicuously flattened, and Azhani knew that, but refused to accept that it was anything short of an eternity before she got to slide the glass over. Her tail went right back between her legs as she prepared to sit down again, but she was distracted by the door opening.                 In came a very large, very loud man with his arms around a rather mundane-looking Nord lady. The man released his partner and waved her off in the direction of the stairs before quickly approaching the bar.                 The Dragonborn spoke quickly, starting to back away almost as soon as he came close enough for Azhani to hear. “Hey, do you think you’d be alright for another hour or two?”                 “Uh…” Technically, she’d be able to last until she broke something. She wasn’t near that point yet, so, sure, she could take another two hours. “Ah, well, I think s-”                 “Great, I’ll try not to take too long.” He didn’t let her finish his statement and was already headed to the stairs when she tried to respond.                 “W-wait, but I-“ But he was already gone, so Azhani just trailed off and muttered the rest to herself. “But I have to… nnn…” She straightened up and had her hands in tight fists at her sides. Her legs were inseparable and shaking as always while her tail was forced to keep down. People were looking at her, that much was certain, but perhaps they were merely brief looks of concern before they went back to their business. No doubt these people had seen Keerava in similar situations millions of times, no reason to act like this was any different. Staring wouldn’t accomplish anything anyways, and there was nothing any of them could do to help. Well, aside from all of them instantly leaving the bar so Azhani could run upstairs – or more likely to one of those washtubs in the kitchen area, at the rate things were going. And they just looked more and more appealing as time went on…                 When the present wave of desperation passed, Azhani threw herself into her seat again, back in that same position as before, legs locked together with her tail firmly between them. Nothing she could do now, and now she’d definitely attracted the attention of at least everyone at the bar proper. Preferring very much to not deal with whatever they’d say or think of her, she grabbed her book again to at least pretend to be distracted. At this point it wasn’t likely that distractions would even work anyways. The only thing she could think of was how badly she needed to pee and how she’d just missed her opportunity to deal with it. All she had to do was say “No”, just say she wouldn’t be able to wait, and she’d be upstairs by now. But then that wasn’t true, and even with the state she was in she couldn’t bring herself to lie to someone she tentatively considered something resembling a friend. It was likely only late afternoon, so Azhani was sure she’d waited much longer in the past – like that one instance in that one province with the big white tower that she didn’t want to think about – so there was no doubt that she could wait this time too.                 But of course, just because she could didn’t mean she should. Not like she had a choice, though, not with people around, but she really should have known better than to keep getting herself into these situations. She was twenty-two, for gods’ sakes, there was no excuse for the fact that it was easier for her to count the number of times it wasn’t her fault she either outright pissed herself or came close to it in the past three months. She could do it on one hand, even, which really only made it worse. And as much as she would have loved to blame the tea for being delicious and not herself for drinking way too much of it, this was definitely not going to increase that count.                 All that was left was to hope that the Dragonborn would be done with whatever he was doing before Azhani ended up in real pain. But if he was doing what she thought he was doing – and he was, surely; no way would he be that excited for anything else – there was no way to predict when that would be. Azhani shoved a hand to her mouth to suppress a groan while she leaned a little bit backwards. It was bad enough knowing she’d gotten herself into this situation. What made it worse was that this wasn’t something she could get herself out of. She had nowhere to go, nothing to do, and she couldn’t even rely on her body giving out on its own without doing real damage. Even as a kid she never felt so out of control, and that was when she lived under the Thalmor dictators. She didn’t have a choice, and she hated it. Nothing she could do but wait.                 Wait and give this guy a drink. Why did this guy ask her for a drink? Couldn’t he see she was not in the mood to deal with people right now? At least it was something simple, but even the little bit of leaning forward she’d have to do to reach under the counter felt like it added too much pressure. Pressure that wasn’t going to go anywhere – at least if she could wet herself just a little bit it’d be more tolerable, but that wasn’t about to happen, and her only hint of relief was when she sat back up again with a bottle in her hand and the extra pressure was gone, leaving behind the pressure of the entire Abecean Sea inside her. A marked improvement, truly. She slid the bottle over to whoever it was that had asked for it, and got money tossed onto the counter in return. At least she wouldn’t have to write anything down to keep a tab on this guy, but she’d still have to tolerate the sounds that came with being given a bottle of booze. This time she didn’t have to look at it, which helped quite a bit.                 Her gaze ended up directed downwards again – her legs were doing what they had been the whole time, except they’d gotten faster, and her little balloon seemed to have gotten just slightly bigger. Azhani lifted herself off the seat for just a moment, quickly swapping her tail for one of her hands, digging in as well as she could without actually shoving her hand down her pants. Come to think of it, there was a part of her now that wasn’t there before that was tempted by such an idea. She was very familiar with this part of herself – it was a regular visitor, and now that she thought about it, it had been about six months since the last time it made itself known. And if it was here again now… Just more trouble on the way for her. Great.                 That could be ignored for now, though. Her other hand hesitantly came to rest on her belly, just lightly enough to feel what was going on without disturbing anything. She couldn’t tell for sure without pressing on it – and there was no way that was going to happen – but it still seemed quite soft. Azhani let out a quiet mix of a whine and a growl. That meant there was still a good deal of room, so she could very well be kept waiting for a long time yet. More optimistically, it meant she wasn’t at her worst and would probably still be able to walk upstairs and look at least halfway normal if the Dragonborn came down soon.                 But he still wasn’t coming – at least, not… yeah, Azhani was in for some very familiar trouble soon if that was how her thoughts were going. That line of thinking wouldn’t do her any good anyways. She had to focus on waiting. The thing that she’d be doing whether she wanted to or not. She had to focus on it and find a way to make time seem to go faster. As it was she couldn’t tell if it had been an hour or five minutes since the Dragonborn and Lydia had returned – hopefully it wasn’t the latter. Azhani threw one leg over the other, crushing her hand between her thighs. Between that and her tail, she’d be quite sore in the morning…                 When she looked up again, she saw that there was nobody left at the counter. Money and some empty mugs or bottles, but no people. Leaning forward as far as she could without hurting herself, she looked over into the dining room. Quite a few people with drinks, and a handful had little plates of whatever food there was in the place that Azhani didn’t need to prepare herself. Looking off in the other direction, there wasn’t anyone hanging around by the door. Still in public, sure, but this was the best she was going to get if she had no idea how much longer she’d be expected to wait.                 Another look in all directions to confirm that at least the general area was clear, and Azhani got up carefully, now bent forwards a little to allow her hand to do what it had to. Then she turned around and quickly scanned the kitchen for anything appropriate. Or, more accurately, the closest container that nobody would have to drink out of later. There was a little wooden tub on the floor by one of the counters back there, probably what would have normally been used for dishwashing, but now it was empty. The Khajiit made her way over to it with that same silly walk as before, bending over with a groan once she reached it so that she could grab one end of it with her free hand. Dragging it back over to the bar took a bit longer than getting to it in the first place, but she eventually dropped it by the barstool she’d been abusing with her bouncing for however long.                 Then she sat down again, pulling the hand out from between her legs and instead grabbing her waistband with it. One last scan of the area to confirm that, yes, this counted as private, and her other hand joined in. In one slow motion she lifted herself off the stool and dragged her pants and underwear down to her knees, then sat down again and moved forward enough that she was pretty sure she’d get at least most of it into the tub on the floor.                 And then she shut her eyes, shoved a hand into her mouth to bite down on, and relaxed. There was a muffled moan into her hand as she felt the flood just about to break free, and then…                 “Hey.”                 Of course. Azhani very nearly jumped, sliding back to sit entirely on the stool, which now was also host to a tiny puddle made by the spurt that was supposed to go into the bucket. She forced herself to stand up and hastily get redressed as the Dragonborn approached.                 “You’re good to go,” he said. “I’ll take over from here for tonight.” There was a pause where neither of them said anything nor moved, so he spoke again. “You alright?”                 Azhani had no idea what to feel right now. For one, she wanted to claw his eyes out for interrupting her. But then she’d also been given the opportunity she’d been waiting for the whole time. The obvious response was to stutter for a little bit before saying anything. “Uhm,” she finally said. “no, yeah, fine, thanks. I’ll just… Mhm.” Then she shuffled her way out from behind the counter and rushed to the stairs as quickly as she could in her state. Her regular walking speed, though it felt like sprinting. The actual climb up the stairs hurt even more than the walk over to them, but then it was a clear shot to her room.                 Throwing herself at the door to open it with her shoulder, Azhani stumbled into her room and immediately stripped down again. All that was left was to squat down by her bed, reach underneath for… yes, there it was, right where it was supposed to be. With everything in position, there was no hesitation. Her stream started full-force immediately, and Azhani had to grab her muzzle with both hands to keep from crying out in ecstasy. And then she almost fell backwards, so one of those hands ended up supporting her from behind.                 Azhani closed her eyes and let out a suppressed moan that trailed off into a purr that didn’t end when the flood finally tapered off. Shaking herself to throw off any excess drops, Azhani stood up and stretched, looking down to see what would have to be dealt with. It was good that she stopped when she did – any more and that little pot would have spilled over.                 That definitely wasn’t normal for her, and as much as she hated to admit it, perhaps getting herself into terrible situations was actually working out well, in a really weird way that would probably turn on the Dragonborn and Keerava if they ever figured it out. She was still going to try to avoid getting into more trouble like that if she could, of course, but now she couldn’t deny that each time would help for future problems. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~      “Uh, hey, take over, will you?” Lydia stood by the door and watched as the Dragonborn and that little Khajiit switched places at the bar – Azhani hopped on top of it and shuffled over to the far side while Bjorn simply walked around to get out, then headed over to Lydia. “Hey.” He was avoiding eye contact for some reason and motioned in the general direction of a nearby table. “Here, uh, why don’t you sit down?” Once they were seated, Lydia had to break the silence while Bjorn looked around aimlessly. “What, no drinks or anything?” She was joking, of course – a drink right now wouldn’t be the best of ideas considering she’d just finished a decent bit of travelling. Still, someone had to say something. “Uh, well, I could get you something…” The Dragonborn was now looking at Lydia, still not quite making eye contact, and cleared his throat. “Ah, but, no, I actually wanted to, uh… Eh, you know what, it’d be a lot easier if I just got right to the point, so…” He dug around in his pockets for a little while, and when his hand came back up he dropped a round wooden amulet with a familiar holy symbol carved into it onto the table. Lydia glanced at it and shot a suspicious look at the Dragonborn. “What is this?” “Oh, that’s an-“ “I know what it is,” Lydia said, leaning forward. “I meant what are you doing?” Bjorn waved a hand towards the amulet. “It’s kind of obvious, isn’t it?” “Sure, but…” Lydia sighed and put a hand to her head. “What made you think I would go along with this? It’s gonna take you more than a piece of wood to get what you’re asking for here.” “I know, and I know I’ve been a complete ass the whole time I’ve known you-“ “Bit of an understatement there.” “-but at the same time you’re pretty much the only person who actually tolerates my bullshit for some reason other than not wanting to be Shouted to pieces. We’re in this together and you know it.” Lydia moved to say something, but paused, then shut up and nodded. “Alright, fine. But so far all you’ve used me for is carrying all the crap you don’t want to be bothered with. I don’t see any reason to believe that would change.” “Okay, first off, that’s exactly what you signed up for. Maybe not specifically with me, but with the Jarl, you knew what you were getting into. Second, you know by now that you have the option to not do things. Don’t go blaming me for your choices and the line of work you went into.” “Fair enough, but why should it be any different after… this…?” “Ah, well, because,” Bjorn said, holding up a finger as if stating irrefutable truth. “This situation we’re in now, it’s because someone else told you that you had to be here and do all this stuff. But this… this would be entirely up to you. I wouldn’t want to do anything that would get you to change your mind and decide, actually, no, you don’t want this.” He took a deep breath and continued slowly. “Look, ultimately, you’ve been the one consistent thing in my life since I got here. I am not gonna let that get away. I wouldn’t do anything that would make me lose you.” Then he looked down while Lydia sat in silence. She finally answered, speaking with a tone one would expect more from the Dragonborn than from her. “Okay, fine.” With a cheeky grin she added, “You’re not half bad anyways. I guess I could do a lot worse.” Then she held up her hands. “And I guess I did sort of willingly follow you to certain death a couple hundred times, so you must be doing something right. So, when are we going to…?” Bjorn perked up almost immediately. “Oh, well, we might be able to do a little something today, actually. Might have to wait a while but there’s some other stuff I’d like to take care of too, so we can get all that done. You just go put on something nice, I’ll come get you in a bit. Hey-“ He’d stopped talking to Lydia, so she gave a vaguely-affirmative shrug and headed upstairs, and when she got to her room she dumped her bag onto the floor, tossing whatever bits of armor she could easily remove down to join it. Then she turned to the little wardrobe in her room – more like a glorified box, but still – and looked through what little she had. “Something nice”? She didn’t exactly have formalwear, never having been expected to actually do anything requiring it before now, but quickly pawed through the handful of clothes arranged in the… whatever it qualified as. There weren’t terribly many options, so she just picked the one and only dress there, a simple little black thing, easy to move in, comfortable, but still looked good. This was laid out on the bed, and Lydia sat down next to it, fiddling around with the strings on her sides to remove her armor. When both pieces of it fell clattering to the floor, she kicked off her boots and worked her way out of all the requisite padding and everything under it, ending up more or less naked when everything was dealt with. Oh, sure some things still needed to be covered, at least for practical reasons, but it was close enough. And as she stood there in her underwear, she was reminded of the consequences of her travelling – something she should have dealt with outside of town, but had decided against doing due to her proximity. Well, here was the perfect opportunity, and yet… Perhaps she shouldn’t. It was, after all, well under control, if slightly annoying. But more than that, this was a special day… apparently. Sure, it was weird and a bit of a surprise to receive a marriage proposal practically immediately upon returning to town, but it was still special. So why not give him a pleasant surprise for afterwards? It took a couple of hours to actually get to the temple. The Dragonborn’s business included walking up to the blacksmith, handing over a little sheet of paper with his measurements on it, and demanding head-to-toe ebony armor – for the both of them. He’d dropped a large pouch of coins onto the counter when the smith tried to confirm that the Dragonborn knew what he was asking for and pointed out the difficulty of just acquiring the materials. The smith didn’t really have much of a choice at that point, but as he didn’t know Lydia’s dimensions, she spent at least a good hour there just being measured. Then it was just a matter of wandering around town doing small trades and the like – Bjorn had sold his knife to someone and hired a courier to go fetch a different one from all the way in Whiterun, paying the kid extra to ensure that this particular dagger be brought over with the greatest of care, in the special box it already would have been kept in anyways. Lydia had seen it in its case once or twice – strange-looking thing, it was. Hardly looked like a real blade, considering the business end of it seemed to be made of some sort of rock. But if the Dragonborn said it was a knife, then it was a knife. In any event, by the time they finally reached the temple after everything else was done, Lydia’s minor annoyance had become quite a bit more annoying. Tolerable, yes, but now it would be the center of attention if Lydia weren’t actively doing something else, and even then it’d still be an ever-present reminder of her situation. All for a good cause, though. Still, nobody ever said she had to pay attention to anything in spite of it, so she was only vaguely aware of what was going on at the temple. It was apparently empty, and she could hear the Dragonborn speaking with Maramal, who eventually hesitantly agreed to do a brief ceremony for them while nothing else was happening. That did take a few minutes to get everything set up, though, and in the meantime Lydia was shuffling around ever so slightly, just to have something to do. She did have to stop once everything was ready, now needing to stand as still as possible right next to Bjorn in front of the altar while Maramal droned on. If she were to be honest with herself, she wouldn’t have listened to a word he said anyways, but now at least she had some justification for it – it wasn’t quite bad yet, but she still did have to focus to avoid moving around subconsciously. She heard the Dragonborn say something, then Maramal said something else and waited. After a moment, Lydia felt something prodding her in the side – Bjorn had elbowed her to draw her attention back to the real world, where Maramal, among others, were looking at her expecting a response. Blushing, she said something to the effect of “yes”, then Maramal said something else, and before she could fully process what was going on Bjorn had pulled her in for a kiss. She put her arms around him and returned the gesture, then the two broke off after a minute. Bjorn handed over some money to Maramal as a “donation” to the temple, then grabbed Lydia by the arm and excitedly led her back to the inn. She was left waiting in Bjorn’s – no, their room for a moment while he said… something or other to Azhani. It wasn’t important. What was important was that Lydia was sitting on a bed with her dress and everything under it tossed off to the side of the room. It was cold, and she had her hand between her legs for… several reasons, actually, not the least of which was because if she moved that hand a little higher she’d feel the ever-so-slight distension of her lower abdomen that made visible her predicament. She could wait, though. Would be better for both of them if the Dragonborn had his fun with this. Lydia moved over to lie on her back, wiping her hand on the sheets. It was hard to ignore the pressure now, but at least this made it more bearable. Bjorn entered soon after, locking the door behind him, and Lydia shuffled around a bit, looking up at him silently. He looked her over as he worked his way out of his coat and the shirt beneath it, chuckling once he got to her midsection. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? Hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.” Lydia responded with an innocent grin betrayed by her eyes. “I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor…” She paused for a moment to consider how to replace the original line, but when she looked at Bjorn he was clearly trying to suppress laughter. “Ah, fuck it,” she said. “I’ve got a pretty good idea where this is going to go.” “Well, it’s not going to go anywhere if I have anything to say about it.” He stood over the bed, looking down, with his crossed arms just barely concealing the great scar across his chest that still seemed fresh. “Now then, let’s see here…” Bjorn leaned forward a little and laid one hand on Lydia’s bulge, applying just a little bit of pressure. “Ah…” Lydia’s legs came together as a response, then parted shortly after the pressure was removed. “Don’t do that.” “Don’t do what? This?” “A-aah!” Her legs twisted and she tried to sit up, but the Dragonborn’s other arm blocked her. “Hm…” He slowly removed his hands, allowing Lydia to grab at herself. “That’s not all that solid just yet, and if you’ve still got everything under control after that…” Bjorn looked at her with a wicked grin. “Then I don’t think it’s as bad yet as you’re pretending it is.” “Hmph.” Lydia only spoke once she’d recovered. “Are you going to just tease all night or what?” “Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.” Bjorn watched as Lydia rolled her eyes at his choice of quote. “Ah, but I suppose we could find a way to speed this up, hm?” Then he walked across the room to his bag of adventuring junk, digging through it until he pulled out a flask. He shook it and, apparently satisfied, brought it back over to Lydia and handed it to her. “Here, drink this.” Lydia sat up slowly and grabbed the flask, opening it and looking inside. It was still mostly full. “All of it?” “Well, not all at once, but a good bit of it right now, yeah.” He waited while Lydia looked between him and the drink, then spoke again when he felt he’d waited enough. “Unless, of course, you wanna quit.” Looking between the flask and her new husband one last time, Lydia raised the flask as if in a toast, then chugged a significant portion of it with her other hand raised in a world-famous one-fingered gesture. And of course she immediately regretted her decision – not the latter part, which seemed to amuse Bjorn more than anything else. Oh, no, the problem here was that she’d decided to drink what she’d been given, and not only was it alcoholic but it also seemed to be going directly where it was least welcome. Fantastic combination, really… for the other person in the room. Even so, she probably would have downed it all just to prove a point, if not for the sudden surge that caused her to stiffen, throwing her free hand between her legs and forcing the flask away from her mouth. The lower hand felt warm and wet almost instantly, and Lydia’s leg twitched as she felt another leak about to break free. So she pressed harder, though evidently not enough to keep a new burst of warmth away from her hand. “What, already?” The Dragonborn had clearly meant it as a joke, but the touch of disappointment in his voice was real. “Sure hope you didn’t mess up these really nice sheets I’ve got here…” Lydia blushed as she looked back at the flask, handing it off to Bjorn again. “So this is how we’re spending the night, huh?” “Feh, maybe an hour if you’re lucky, am I right?” Bjorn gave a crooked smirk as Lydia worked her way into lying down again. “And in any case I probably should deal with that… situation downstairs, so I wouldn’t be able to spend too long messing around up here anyways…” “You’re seriously still – aah-“ Lydia knotted her legs and took a moment to recover from a sudden urge. “S-still chasing after the cat? Really?” The Dragonborn leaned in close enough for Lydia to feel the heat of his breath as he spoke. “Oh, now why would I do something like that when I’ve got you right here, hm? And, anyways,” he added, straightening up again, “it’s not like it was ever going to get serious. Doesn’t mean I can’t have a bit of fun with the shit she gets herself into. For now, though… I’m not sure that’s where your hands are supposed to be.” “Yeah, well, that’s where they’re staying.” “Mm, is that so? Didn’t think a such a strong lady would ever need to use her hands.” He ran a hand down one of her arms, stopping at and lightly grabbing her wrist. “And, besides, you’ve still got to finish that drink you started, so I know it can’t be that bad yet.” Lydia shook her head fervently. “Nope, nope, that’s- that’s not happening.” “What a shame.” Bjorn’s grip on Lydia’s arm tightened and with his other arm he grabbed her free hand the same way. “Still, you know I’m gonna need these out of the way.” He encountered no resistance moving her arms to her chest – though when her hands left the precious area they were guarding, she pressed her legs together even tighter. His own hands wandered ever so slightly as he sat down next to her. “Y’know, that armor doesn’t really do these justice…” Lydia’s only response was a slight moan as the Dragonborn did his work, slowly shifting his hands lower until they found something else interesting. “Hm, this seems to have progressed nicely… But just to be sure…” He pressed on what he’d found, only to be greeted with a gasp from Lydia and a quiet pattering sound behind him for a second. Fortunately for her, the pressure was gone in an instant, but only because the Dragonborn had brought that same hand back up to block her own. “Aah… I don’t think I can-“ “Shh. Not much longer for you, but…” The Dragonborn slipped out of his dress pants and positioned himself near Lydia’s legs almost in one motion. “You’re gonna have to move these.” Lydia sat up just enough to look down at him. “B-but if I do that, I’ll-“ “I thought that was the point, hm? Or are you just too stubborn to give up now? Ah, but don’t worry-“ Bjorn grabbed her legs and gently set about trying to untie them. “I’ll help you if you need it, but you gotta get your legs out of the way first.” “Nnn… Fine,” Lydia said, dropping back down to lie flat and surrendering her legs to the Dragonborn’s guidance. As soon as what little pressure they were applying disappeared, it was replaced with his hand – though it was hardly any help considering where his fingers were going. “Aah… Careful…” “What, still not going to give up?” He shifted his hand to reduce the pressure on the outside, keeping up his work on the inside. The response was a brief jet soaking his hand and a groan from Lydia. “Guess not. I’ll just have to try harder.” He brought his free hand up and used it to press long and hard on her bulge – but even so the resulting stream only lasted three seconds at best before Lydia’s willpower took over again. “Gods…” Lydia groaned as she fought to take back some control beyond just the few muscles below, though the Dragonborn blocked any attempt at external intervention. “Y-you’ll have to do better than that to get what you want.” Bjorn removed his other hand, eliciting a slight gasp from Lydia, and leaned forward. “We’ll see about that.” Then he worked both arms under Lydia and picked her up, rolling the both of them over so that she was on top. “What are you do- aaah!” The Dragonborn had pressed her close, holding her tight and letting her own body weight do the work for him. And it seemed his plan had worked, for there was a brief spurt that was followed by a steady, if weak, trickle. “Nn-haah…” Lydia’s head found its way to Bjorn’s shoulder, and her hands were firmly attached to his arms. “Isn’t that better,” he whispered. “I’m sure you can imagine how good it would be if you just gave in completely.” Lydia gave a weak struggle in the Dragonborn’s vice grip, still slowly and unwillingly relieving herself onto him. She sighed when she realized she’d already lost her little fight, and surrendered herself to what was already happening anyways. Pressing her face close to the Dragonborn’s neck, Lydia let out a muffled groan as she gave up her last scraps of control. The little trickle soon turned into a stream and then a torrent.              And then there was a Dragon inside her.  

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