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What's going on with Suu? (Monster Musume)

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female Everyday Life With a Damp Dog

Polt was a kobold of many, many talents, but a weakness of hers became apparent as she sat alone in the manager's office of Sports Club Kobold: she was restless. There was nothing to do, and she was getting fidgety just waiting around. She had organized her desk three times in the last hour, taken multiple jogs around the gym grounds, and the only thing keeping her from taking a nap in her chair was a limitless amount of energy. "There's nothing worse than the wait before a new business opens," Polt whined, tapping her claws on the wooden desk. While Sports Club Kobold would be the first interspecies exercise parlor in Japan, thanks to the recent Interspecies Exhange Bill, that distinction required a lot of fine-tuning on her end to make it practical and inclusive. She was lucky to have a group of monster girls willing to be volunteers, running trials that revealed a lot of the facility's shortcomings, but all that meant that orders for furnishing and remodeling had been placed and construction was proceeding, leaving Polt with nothing to do herself. Today's project was a complete shutdown of the building's plumbing to remodel the restrooms after one of the volunteers, an ogre named Tionishia, had discovered that the toilets were not suitable for use by some larger species. And, because the human contractors weren't so accustomed to installing monster-sized commodes, it was taking much longer than anticipated to complete. A fact that Polt was all too aware of right now, as she shifted her legs one on top of the other, squeezing them together as she squirmed in her seat and elicited a small squeal inside her mouth. It was shortly after noon, and because of her forty-kilometer morning jog after leaving home at the crack of dawn, the construction crew had arrived at Sports Club Kobold before her and began their work. Combined with the ample quantity of water consumed during that run, the office was currently home to a very desperate kobold. "Mmph..." It wasn't just the lack of access to the restrooms that was annoying, but all the alternatives also made unavailable really irritating Polt. While both gender bathrooms were being worked on, despite the vast majority of monster species being female, other drainage solutions were still present and unoccupied. If she needed to go after a long workout, there was no shame in relieving herself in the shower, making a pit stop there seemed like a good solution to her current conundrum. If only the water to the entire building hadn't been shut off, robbing her of the ability to wash away the evidence. She swiveled her chair to face the large windows decorating one of the walls of her office, looking outside for some distraction. While the crowds of people walking by, and the birds flying, did grab her attention, there was something else out there more pressing, diverting her gaze to its allure: the trees. Polt was also no stranger to doing her business outdoors, in case her time management was off and she found herself desperate while on walkies. She could practically picture it, tugging her shorts down and squatting behind a thick grove of bushes, letting a healthy stream of urine gush from her privates. That fire hydrant on the street corner was looking pretty tempting... "...not a good idea." Polt was about as far from being a shy girl as one could get, but undressing in front of hundreds of strangers to pee was asking a lot of her. She'd need to be seriously ready to burst to consider that. "Still..." While the flora in view was out of the question, it had given the kobold an idea, and her ears perked up as hope returned. "I'm going stir-crazy in this office, a good walk is exactly what I need! It's only a couple kilometers to the park, it'll be a great way to get the blood flowing and find a place to go!" A bright smile broke out across her muzzle, showing off her white canines as she jumped up to her paws, tail vigorously wagging behind her. Luckily for her, she didn't need to change clothes to be properly dressed for a run. She was still dressed in her usual exercise attire, consisting of a black tank top, loose white shorts, with sneakers and a sweatband to top it off. Now that she had set her mind to it, nothing could stop her as she ran out the office, right out the gym onto the street, ready to run and more than ready to pee. --------------- "Whew...phew...made good time." Over ten kilometers in fifteen minutes, not a personal best for Polt, but impressive nonetheless. Being active and getting sweaty was a kobold's favorite pastime, she could practically feel her worries wash away in the perspiration running through her fur. And her destination was also comforting, a dog park close enough to her home and work to make it a frequent stop on her runs. Clean, colorful, lots of people and their pets, it was relaxing. Well, not relaxing enough to ignore the discomfort that no amount of exertion could distract from, a different bodily fluid wanting to escape as she continued to push herself. Her desperation had grown no easier in the travel, and it was really, really bad now. Her bladder was throbbing beneath her sculpted stomach, pulsating and working its hardest to push the volume of warm urine it carried out, only held back by Polt's willpower. Now that she had come to a stop, and no one was paying any special attention to her, she pressed both large paws against the crotch of her shorts with moderate force, feeling the firm paw pads on her palms press the loose, airy fabric and panties beneath right where they needed to press. As good as it felt to hold, it was all too clear that it wouldn't satisfy for long. She really needed a toilet, immediately if possible. Thankfully, that was covered as well, because she had reasons other than fond feelings in choosing the park as her end goal. She passed through her frequently, ran all its paths, she knew the layout by heart, and most prominently, where the public restrooms lay. After all, they had been her salvation many times, when she would occasionally forget to use her own amidst the morning excitement. And they weren't far, either! She wasted no time bolting in their direction, pulling her paws from her crotch, so as not to draw leery eyes. Though, she wasn't as bouncy as usual, her gait much stiffer and straighter. Well, they weren't far with her usual running speed as the benchmark. At a more rigid walking pace, it was taking significantly longer to cross the distance. Many other joggers, walkers, and dog owners passed her by as she traveled the gravel roads, the dogs usually barking at her. Somehow, maybe through animal solidarity, they could tell something was wrong. Then again, maybe they knew because every step Polt took was deliberate, one of her fangs was poking out from her mouth, biting her bottom lip, taking any chance to press against her shorts. Polt was not a subtle girl. And her need was about to get a whole lot less subtle. The path she had absentmindedly taken went down the shore of a pond, one creeping close to the sidewalk, so close that the sound of rippling water from ducks landing in the center rang loud in a kobold's large ears. She let her guard down for just a second, and in that tiny span, her bladder had its way. "Eep!" A small smattering of pee splattered out from her urethra into her underwear, warming her crotch with its damp, dirty wash. Snapping her thighs closed with the speed and force of a crab's pincers, squeezing the little moisture that had made its home in her underwear into a wider area, Polt managed to successfully command her bladder to heel. It was a close call, almost able to hear the urine pent up inside her pleading to drench her shorts, but she remained the master. For now. The second surge came almost immediately afterwards, as her small, sensitive nose picked up a light scent wafting upwards, emanating from underneath her shorts, where just a little tinkle resided. She was well-hydrated, so her pee had very little odor, but her heightened senses still clearly recognized it, sending her spiraling with another desperate urge. She obviously couldn't see what was transpiring below, but the smell growing twice as strong told the whole story. Polt didn't dare separate her legs now, for fear that there would be a lot more urine gushing out should she do so. Keeping pressure on her crotch this way was going to make walking difficult, though. So, after close to a minute had passed, Polt all the while rubbing her thighs against one another as her hips swayed, she finally felt confident enough to spread her feet and return to a slightly more natural posture. The shivering, frazzled fur, and ears on end still gave away that something was wrong with the kobold. With the way she was frantically looking around, it wasn't impossible to guess. Luckily for her, that frenzied searching had its upsides as well. Without scanning every bit of the nearby scenery, admittedly mostly for a secluded bush, she wouldn't have seen something off in the distance, obscured by trees, benches, and light poles: the small brick shack she had laid eyes on many a time before, the one she knew contained the little monster girl's room. Her tongue popped out from between her lips as a drop of drool fell loose onto her endowed chest. It took a concerted effort to shake herself free of the haze, but she did so, and almost immediately began dashing for it, paws firmly against the front of her shorts, all in the name of holding. With her fit kobold speed, the time elapsed between the first step and skidding to a stop was brief. That didn't mean it was easy, of course, exerting herself at such a delicate time. "Don't think about how much you leaked, don't think about how much you leaked..." She could absolutely feel the soaking in her panties grow warmer and wetter, like it could be showing through the thin fabric of her white shorts. All the more reason to keep her big paws covering the spot, no matter what strange looks it attracted. But there it was, right in front of her eyes, the universal symbol denoting the women's restroom. All she needed to do was push, straining to remove her right paw to do so, and leaned against the door with the full weight of her body. But it didn't budge. "Wha?" Pulling back, she slammed the door again, hearing it move a fraction of a millimeter before hitting a barrier. "You're kidding me! It's locked?!" It was only in that moment of despair that she noticed the piece of paper taped just beneath the gender sign, its words clear and concise: Out of Order. It took Polt several seconds to process the words before her, but when the meaning finally sunk in, her eyes widened, her jaw fell, and her bladder leaked. "Really?! Of all the times!" She had run all the way here, and the toilets were no more usable than the ones at the gym! In a fit of desperation, she even ran to the opposite door, the men's room door, and found the exact same warning pasted to that entrance, just as locked. Now Polt was in a real pickle. She had spent so much of her available time before an accident just making it here, and now that this opportunity had been swept away from under her, the accident seemed inevitable. Burying her paws between her thighs like a bone in the dirt, she began bouncing on her heels, jiggling her right leg as she continued to lower herself further and further into a squat with each shake, only tempting her body even further. "Maybe I should just go for it right here..." While that proposition did sound nice, there were still people that would see if she were to yank her shorts off here. Not the end of the world, but still something to be avoided while there was still a chance. But was there a chance? Her panties were soaked now, and a particularly powerful jet of pee when she was almost down to the ground ensured that it had to have broken through to her shorts now. It might not be visible on the waterproof fabric, regardless of the color, but she couldn't tell. The warm liquid hitting her paw pads was worrisome enough. As hope continued to fade, one thought kept nagging at her subconscious, one image forcing its way to the forefront of her mind. This bathroom building was on the very edge of a treeline, and directly behind it was a thick grove of trees. She had never needed to consider that area before, given that it was much easier to use the real toilet immediately adjacent to those woods. However, now that these bathrooms were non-options... "Time to water some plants!" She could hardly be more accepting of the circumstances as she hopped to her feet and ran behind the structure, one or two drops snaking down her thigh from the jolt. Because the distance was so minuscule, she ran the distance in almost no time. And if she wet her panties any further on the way, she didn't notice, she couldn't with how drenched she already was. But nothing was going to slow her down now, not when she could see the greenery, smell the chlorophyll permeating the air, hear the footsteps of the people grow ever so slightly quieter and farther away. The pieces had all fallen into place. While she hadn't found a physical barrier to conceal herself behind, there were enough scattered obstructions to reasonably ensure she had privacy, and that was enough. Gripping the elastic waistband of her athletic shorts and underwear simultaneously with her trimmed claws, she pushed the garments straight down, exposing her kibbles and girly bits to the open air. She didn't even wait for the path from her privates to be clear before she bent her knees and squatted with her feet apart. Purely by coincidence, the instant she wouldn't drench her clothes with the impending flood, it began. No build up, no struggle, no effort, just a mighty, gushing, fire hose of a pee. It was perfectly clear and only had a light smell to her powerful nose, but it hissed like an angry lamia, splashed like white-water rapids, and drops jumped back up onto her socks and ankles like a high-dive into a pool. And to Polt, it was one of the most sublime experiences of her life. "Haaahahahhaaaaaaaa..." Just letting go of her bursting bladder and letting its contents drain into the dry dirt felt wonderful, as the radiating warmth on this mildly chilly day blew across her fur. The soil couldn't even handle the downpour all at once, the majority instead gathering and quickly expanding a puddle from where the stream crashed down, bubbles forming on the surface and slowly drifting outwards. Once again, her tongue drooped out as she started breathing heavily, panting with ecstasy as her bright blue eyes shone, her ears folded back, and her tail began sweeping the ground behind her, kicking up a small cloud of dust. While it wasn't exactly her preferred method of doing business, there was just something about peeing outside that felt...liberating, natural, correct. She was no slouch when it came to urine capacity, so the volume spouting out was quite respectable for her size. The puddle, quickly turning into an ocean, continued to spread until it was completely surrounding the soles of her sneakers. Of course, at that power, it was only a matter of time before her stream diminished. It was no short time, but it came to pass while Polt was still enjoying it, a solid minute later. It first went down to what one would normally expect from an average potty break, managed to stay at that level for a surprisingly long time, and then dropped off to nothing but dribbles and spurts, a stage that didn't last long before the kobold had peed it all out. "Mmmmmm...good..." She took a second, or two, or two dozen, to recover from the bliss after it had ended, far more out of breath than any workout could cause. "Phew...haven't needed to go like that in a long time! Felt good to go, but it's nice to be done!" However, the sound of one stray drop falling directly beneath her reminded that she wasn't totally finished yet. "Oh, should find something to wipe with." She looked and looked, as far as her head could turn, but she had picked a barren piece of land to plop down and go for it, a place where no leaves could be found. "Looks like I might need a change of underwear when I get back. Oh wait, I don't think I have any. Then I guess it'll be pantyless for today!" The sky blue undergarment was pretty wet, now that she could see them, wearing those the rest of the day wouldn't be comfy, especially not with the frequent movement she was known for. Hoping to spare the poor cloth any further damage, she shook her butt and dislodged any stray drips stubbornly clinging on. Suddenly, the sound of rustling dirt caught Polt's attention, as her ears perked up and located the direction of the noise. Whatever it was, she wasn't alone, and she didn't need to wait long to see who was approaching: another girl, slender with light hair, but with large wings on her back and green scaled arms, walking pretty stiff and uncomfortable, biting her bottom lip and looking around carefully. Polt recognized her. One of her side jobs was rehabilitation of monster delinquents, where she had amassed a small group, and this girl was one of the members. "Hey there, Draco!" She jumped up to greet the dragonewt, excited to talk and catch up. Draco jumped high in surprise, hearing the kobold's loud voice. Clearly, Polt had gotten the upper hand, or paw, on detecting the other. "P-Polt?!" She jolted to look over at the trainer, and violently reacted once again, staggering back with her arms covering her eyes. "W-what are you doing?!" Polt tilted her head in confusion. "What's wrong, Draco?" While the dragonewt wasn't usually happy to see her, the reaction was never this extreme. "You need to pull your pants back up!"

Captain L

 

female Everyday Life With a Sorry Slime

The living room of the Kurusu household had one of those little kiddie pools on the floor, there to be the bed/room of Suu which, along with her not needing food, made her the cheapest girl for Kimihito to house. The slime girl was currently in that pool, but not for her own pleasure. Master and Mero had returned home to a scene of Miia having an accident, and after cleaning it up and hearing the story from the other girls (Papi rushed to the bathroom as soon as he came home), he had requested a private conversation with Suu. The pool was the only piece of furniture she could sit in without ruining it, so she was waiting for him to enter.   After enough time that she had decompressed into a blob, Master came in and quietly sat on the couch. He didn't say anything, but he looked at Suu in the pool, his stare enough to get Suu to reform into her humanoid body, the young girl form she modeled after Papi. From all the time that had passed since she was last seen, her chemical composition had changed once again. Instead of her entire body being tainted by the color and consistency of the absorbed urine, she had mostly returned to normal with one orb of all the dirty substances residing at the bottom of her stomach area, filtering through her system.   An awkward silence followed, but Master spoke with a caring and questioning tone. “Suu...I've talked to the other girls. Could you please explain yourself?” There wasn't anger in his speaking, Master was a kind man who'd reserve himself until he had all the evidence.   Suu was a quiet girl. Not that she wouldn't speak, she had after a while living in the house, but there wasn't much of a reason usually. However, she was being directly addressed, and the way she was sat alone, she could tell she had done something wrong and should feel sorry. “I'm sorry, I...I...” It wasn't that she didn't know the answer, she just felt a crippling amount of shame and couldn't bring herself to respond. If she wasn't all liquid, she'd probably be crying now.   “Um...is it okay if I come in?” Both of them looked up and saw Papi in the door, not looking at any of them despite her making herself known. Master waved her over, where she sat to his left on the couch. “Actually, all this is my fault. Me and Suu went out yesterday, I had an...accident and she absorbed it all.” It would have been better if the harpy never had to admit she peed herself, but the confession was needed. Suu nodded slowly to confirm, plenty of guilt in there.   “And she went for the other girls after that, I got it. I just want to know why she did, because it doesn't sound like it was for hydration.”   “Wait...you're not mad that we went out? And that I wet myself?”   “Of course I care about you leaving, you're not supposed to do that,” he exclaimed back. “I tell you that all the time, you just never listen! The accident doesn't bother me, that can happen. Right now, I'm more concerned with Suu.” She had sort of been forgotten for the last minute, but she didn't look any more comfortable. “It's okay, Suu. This is a non-judging environment, I just want to hear what you have to say.”   Suu rubbed her left arm with her right hand, having control over her slimy composition to not merge together, nervous and unwilling to speak. “I...I was thirsty yesterday when Papi...did that, but I liked it. I wanted more, so I took it from everyone else. That was wrong, right?”   Master sighed, that certain kind of sigh that gave away that this would be a tough answer. He leaned over like he wanted to hug her, even if he was too far away and he'd get pulled into her body if he embraced her and would drown. “That's kind of a difficult answer. There's nothing wrong with having a fetish or practicing it, you just need to understand limits. Spying on the other girls is not okay, without them knowing and telling you it's alright. I know you don't consider consent very frequently, but if you have it, you're not wrong.”   That was the piercing point for Suu. The thought had never occurred to her, asking the other girls for their permission before getting sexual with them. Of course, she understood the concept of permission, she tried to butter up Kii for food, but she saw sexual favors as the bargaining chip to other good things. Why wouldn't the girls want Suu going slimy slimy on them, it felt good for her, surely it was good for them too. That level of introspection was making her uncomfortable, she started shifting and squirming in place.   Papi may have been a naive and ignorant girl, but she had that certain lean towards others, she was at her most mature when she was the mother hen. She stood up from the couch and talon trotted across the floor to the pool, kneeling down and giving a strong hug to her slime friend, paying no mind that her wings were being absorbed into her body. “I don't mind, Suu! I was just surprised before, but it's okay if you tell me!”   That show of compassion and acceptance touched Suu, and amidst her shame, she smiled. It didn't last long, though, as she started frowning and looked down at her kneeling legs, her head shaking and her tentacle hair waving from the motion. This didn't escape the nearby harpy, whose look of happiness also changed, hers to concern. “Are you okay, Suu?”   Suu looked back up to Papi, with a kind of sadness and discomfort in her green eyes. “I really need to filter all this out now.” Her hands found their way to where the crotch would be on a normal girl, and rubbed the area.   This was something that surprised both Papi and Master, she had never expressed a need to filter out whatever was in her system before, she just did it whenever it was convenient. Maybe she always needed to and just did it before it became a problem, she never kept anything forever after all. That was good, considering how her behavior changed depending on what chemicals she had in her, it was better she reverted to her normal personality. That gave Master an idea, actually. “Maybe absorbing urine makes her need to release it. It even gave her a makeshift bladder this time.”   “N-no, that's not...” Suu started shaking again as her internal orb quivered, pulsating and descending. Her eyes widened in panic as she jumped to her feet. “Sorry, I really need to do this now!” She dashed out of the room as fast as her gelatinous legs would let her, because running was still faster than morphing into another shape, even if it agitated her stored pee.   Somehow, even with a homogeneous body composition, Suu could somehow still feel the pee welling up, ready to release. Slimes did not evolve to absorb foreign chemicals, so while they could, it was hazardous to keep them inside their bodies for an extended period of time. To protect itself, the body will eject anything that could cause harm before it can cause lasting damage, and Suu had waited too long, all the urine she absorbed was coming out.   She just had to make it a little farther, the bathroom was the nearest room with a water receptacle, and she'd be clear. She could see the door, just the tiniest more distance without having an accident. One more step until relief, when something slid in front of her. Suu looked up and saw Miia's face, her eyes glowing red and her mouth smiling wide, fangs exposed and forked tongue hanging out. “So now you need to use the bathroom, Suu?”   Suu could tell where this was going, and she wouldn't deny she probably deserved it. Spending the day preventing the girls from using the bathroom, not being allowed in the one time she really needed it was karmic retribution. But it was inconvenient to her, so she was going to try to appeal to Miia's better nature. “I'm sorry for what I did, Miia! Can I please go?!”   The lamia cracked her knuckles. “You think we're just going to let you off the hook after all the torment you've put us through?” Cerea and Lala approached from opposite sides, looking just as evil as Miia and each brandishing a weapon; Cerea with her sword and Lala her scythe. “You must suffer just as we have.”   Suu could pass by them in a number of ways, their weapons also couldn't hurt her, there was almost no obstacle presented. However, it would take energy to escape, which she couldn't afford to spend. All she could do was continue to dance in place, her legs jiggling as she bent over and shook her butt, her bladder moving downwards, just touching the surface of her crotch. Time had run out for the slime.   Being different from other girls, when Suu started peeing herself, it was quite a bit different. There was no urethra, so the urine didn't exit her body in a little stream, it left in every possible spot between her legs in one giant flood, the dirty yellow liquid streaming through her fingers and down her legs into a rapidly growing puddle beneath her feet, the sound of splashing and splattering growing in volume. Suu's mouth opened in relief as the pain began to vanish from her body.   The three girls that had cornered her, however, could only watch as she had an accident. At least it was going by quickly, her entire bladder's contents emptying at once. The smell, however, was not so kind, with the combined scents of three girls' piss along with the trash she had hidden in made for one unpleasant aroma that sent the three covering their noses and running. At least Suu couldn't inhale it, so she could continue enjoying the feeling.   It only lasted a few seconds, so Suu was done before it had even fully sunk in how good it felt to go. She could feel the difference though, she was back to her normal clean self and feeling fresh. She turned her head to face down the hall she came, just as Master walked in looking for her. Immediately, all the shame she felt earlier was back, as her Master had to see her disgrace herself. “I-I'm sorry about this, I just...”   He held up his hand to stop her. “Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up. You can run off and do whatever, you've already had an interesting day.” It took a few seconds before she processed that, how the day's events would end so suddenly, but she smiled and skipped away as she was told. All in all, things had gone well for her today.   Alone, Kimihito looked at the puddle Suu had made, not incredibly big but a reasonable size, and walked back to the kitchen closet to grab a mop and bucket. As he reached into storage, he heard a rapid succession of clicks against the floor, and when he pulled out and closed the door, he was met with Rachnera, her spider legs coming to a halt before bumping into him, her multiple eyes half-closed and her hair unkempt. “Morning,” she loudly yawned. “Or evening, whatever. Did I miss anything today?”

Captain L

 

female Everyday Life With a Leaking Lamia

It was really good that Miia didn't have any breakable objects in her room, because her long tail was flailing about in every single way as she laid belly down on her bed, pressing her crotch into the blankets. It felt like it had been forever since Darling left, and in the time since, the lamia's need to urinate had grown to intense levels, it was all she could do to stay sane as her bladder felt ready to pop. Whimpering, she rubbed the base of her tail under her skirt against the bed to ease the pain.   “How...how can I need to go this bad? I shouldn't even be able to hold this much!” Miia liked to project a dainty, feminine image onto herself, whatever made her more attractive to men, ignoring that she could, in reality, hold her own and hold it in. Even then, she wasn't exaggerating how full she felt, how close she was to having an accident. She pressed her hands on her skirt to help a little, biting her pillow to cope with the pain as her tail continued to swing.   She had been in isolation to focus solely on holding, it had been hours since she had any contact in Cerea, she had the foresight that she'd go through a potty emergency and would need to concentrate. She just hadn't anticipated Darling would take so long to get home and punish Suu, and that her need would become so dire.   Now, Miia was considering what she'd need to do to relieve herself. She was very against using anything other than a toilet, but she'd have to swallow her pride and do something that degrading. Honestly, struggling on her bed was making her consider just letting loose right there, was it really a big deal if she soaked her sheets? Surely they designed blankets and mattresses with kids that wet their beds in mind, there couldn't be any long-term consequences if she just leaked, right?   It sounded like a sweet deal for Miia, but as her forked tongue hung out of her mouth, reality hit her and it suddenly seemed like it would be a poor choice. “Miia, what are you thinking?!” She grabbed the sides of her pillow tightly, stretching it apart and pulling it towards her face. “But...I have to go so bad! I really don't think I can hold it!” She bit the inside of her mouth, her fangs piercing her lip just enough to really feel the pain as her tail repeatedly whacked the floor with a loud crash.   She couldn't deny it, the poor lamia was about to burst. She'd slither to the toilet as fast as she could, but there's no way Suu would let it be so easy. Miia went to pee when she woke up that morning as she usually did, but just as she finished, the rogue slime revealed herself in the bowl, terrifying Miia and sending her bolting out of the room screaming without redressing herself. An experience like that is traumatizing, Miia would not risk the toilet again until she was assured it was safe.   If Darling wasn't home yet, Miia wouldn't be able to wait long enough. “I need someplace to go...anywhere!” Against her body's wishes, she pushed upwards from the bed and used her tail's muscles to prop her up into standing. Gravity was not kind to her bladder once she got vertical as all the pressure moved to the pipes that would release it, only tempting her further. Miia obviously had no legs to press together, so she went all in on clutching her skirt, also difficult when she couldn't grab between the legs, there wasn't much surface area to hold.   Struggling, Miia slowly slinked out of her room, her upper body bobbing vertically without affecting her path. Suddenly, as she entered another room, bright light pierced her gaze and sent her reeling back hissing, even reflex wasn't enough to tear her hands away from her skirt. Her eyes adjusted, it was just the sun shining through the large windows of the living room. Which meant if the sun was moving towards the horizon to shine into the building, it was close to sunset. “How long can Darling possibly be out?” Just shopping with Mero, that shouldn't be an all-day affair. Miia would suspect cheating, if she was currently capable of wandering thought.   What caught her eye at the current moment, however, was the kitchen sink. She was tempted, almost convinced to use it and take care of everything. Lamias, to account for their tails as a lower body, have their genitalia facing outwards to the front where skin meets scale. As such, Miia had long since mastered peeing standing up, it was the only efficient way. With her muscular tail, she could raise herself high enough to aim the stream in, with the sink large enough to account for any bad aim. Basically a perfect solution, eyes practically watering at the sight, Miia leaned forward to start her slither to it.   But she didn't move. She couldn't, with the waves coursing through her body, she could no longer put forth even the effort to move to another part of the room without bursting. She started breathing heavily, her chest heaving and making her breasts bounce, almost pulling her skirt down with the force she was putting into grasping. Even the short distance to a sink seemed like a marathon to a desperate lamia.   Miia really didn't want to believe it. She shut her eyes as hard as she could and clenched her privates just as fiercely, silently crying under the stress. Little dribbles started leaking into her panties, not soaking in but just sitting against her body. Since they couldn't fit around her tail and use elastic to stay in place, lamia panties instead had light adhesive on the back side and was more a latex material, it was waterproof and it was keeping the urine where she could feel it and didn't want to.   “No more...I can't do this anymore...” Miia was ready to give in, wetting herself really couldn't be as bad as continuing to hold it, yet she continued to torture herself. She couldn't bear to have an accident, she needed to act like a big girl. Maybe not one that could make it to the toilet, but something at least kind of close would be fine.   She wasn't going to get anywhere now, shaking and weeping in the middle of the room, she needed to open her eyes to find an answer. Still, she could only manage one eye to see directly in front of her, blurry through the tears. Close enough was a tall, green stalk, the fine details hidden but still recognizable to the girl who had lived here for so long. A large potted plant that Darling kept, like a small tree with a flower stalk for a thin trunk. More importantly, it sat in a large pot of dirt that was certainly enough to absorb the contents of Miia's bladder, low so she wouldn't have to strain herself further to raise her height.   “Oh...thank you so much!” Miia had clearly been nice recently to get on karma's good side, being given such a perfect restroom substitute right in front of her when she needed it most. It was so good, in fact, that Miia was already hitching up her skirt in preparation, her bladder unwilling to hold back any longer. The small volume between her body and panties filled quickly, starting to leak from the bottom and dribble down her tail. Using her left hand to keep the front of her skirt up and out of the way, she yanked her underwear off and blindly threw it away, the warm liquid dropping out all at once mostly onto the floor. Out of the way, Miia's pee stream was unobstructed as it flew into the pot, splattering against the packed dirt before the sound morphed into liquid crashing into liquid, similar to a bath filling.   “Ohhhh, so gooooooood,” she moaned out. “This feels so much better...” She was so desperate, there was enough forward force to arc the pee into the pot without the usual manual adjustments. She looked up to the ceiling and sighed, letting nature run its course as her bladder emptied onto the plant, the soil slowly absorbing the steady and heavy flow of urine, not fast enough to prevent a buildup, but it wasn't overflowing the edges of the pot. It was also a lot of foam, not only bubbles from the splash, but the natural properties of the liquid, and there was an abundance of it.   Miia just lost herself in the feeling of the relief. She had been holding it for so long, her bladder was so full there had been a visible bulge, and her abdomen felt like it was stabbing her. But that was all in the past, she was feeling no pain now, just the tingling feeling of a powerful stream of pee exiting her urethra, leaving a sense of blissful emptiness in its place. Miia;s tongue hung out in the ecstasy, amplifying her sense of smell as it does for lamia, but she couldn't really care less now. All that mattered was the beautiful feeling of a long-awaited piss.   So lost in her little potty break, Miia didn't even notice the not too distant sound of the front door opening and closing, or the approaching footsteps and wheelchair rolling. However, she most certainly heard what followed, her Darling asking her a question. “Miia, what are you doing?”   That was the last thing she wanted to hear. Just the sound sent a chill through her, which hurt more to a cold-blooded creature, making her lose her grip for just a second, allowing her skirt to fall back into place. It fell right into the way of her stream, and while it was still powerful enough to not be affected by it, easily pushing the garment out of its way, it was getting soaked in the process and dripping to the floor and onto her tail. That wasn't enough for Miia, she needed to stop peeing now, or at least not make it so evident that's what she was doing. As a last resort, she went back to clutching herself hard in the hopes that her bladder would take the hint and stop.   Wasn't happening. It didn't matter how much relief she had gotten through, she wasn't finished. The pee didn't even slow down, it kept going full power into her hands, splattering against the skirt being pressed in and warming her palms, falling in large quantities onto her tail and streaming down, puddling on the floor beneath her. She wasn't giving up and grabbed harder in response, but it did no good. She couldn't stop no matter how much she wanted to, she couldn't even imagine wanting to curb the flow a minute ago. Her skirt was soaked, the bottom of her tail glistening, coated in urine with a pond collected beneath, the dirt in the pot darkened and moist with white foam around the rim, every piece of evidence was gathered against Miia; she had been caught inarguably using a plant as her toilet.   Even after she had run dry and all that continued to fall were drops still stuck to her scales, she couldn't turn to face Darling or Mero, how could she admit what she had just done? And just to make it worse, even after holding it so long almost exploded, she still had to deal with basically wetting herself. It didn't matter how much she “successfully” got into the pot, there was still enough on her to make a lot of other girls' full bladders blush. Miia stayed silent and let the two draw their own conclusions, frozen and mortified that Darling had to catch her disgracing herself like this.

Captain L

 

female Everyday Life With a Desperate Dullahan

Lala the dullahan sat in darkness, the lights purposefully left off and the curtain closed because she felt a lot more comfortable in the shade. She was a messenger of the underworld, or so she claimed, an aversion to brightness was to be expected. Currently, she was polishing the blade of her scythe to look as intimidating as possible as the shine reflected moonlight, if she could line it up with the moon's direction and fullness. Until then, it was strictly for agriculture, as she also claimed.   She didn't really need to do this at all, but whatever kept her distracted and busy. Cerea had visited her earlier and informed her that Suu was on a perverted streak, warning her to stay away from the toilet. Lala was not about to let her little traumatic experience from yesterday repeat itself, so she heeded the advice and planned to stay in her room until the coast was clear. However, this isolation came with a downside, and that was how badly she needed to pee now, what else would happen avoiding the restroom? Lala wouldn't dare admit it, but she had a disappointingly small bladder, and a very hard time holding her urine. That was an embarrassing point to her, she was supposed to be strong and competent, and would instead need frequent potty breaks like a child. In fact, that was one of the big reasons she was so urgent in finding her body when she first met Kimihito, so it wouldn't have an accident without a head to guide it.   As such, Lala was already struggling. Sitting on her knees with her scythe, she laid her left hand on the front of her skirt and her thighs were pressed together. Any normal situation, she'd be running for the restroom right now. Hell, even if she was outdoors, she'd be ducking behind the nearest bush. This was so much worse, she needed to pee so badly but had no means of release, it was torturous. She whimpered, just a little, in response to the mounting pressure.   “Do not give in, Lala. You're better than this, it isn't that hard to wait.” She said it, but she didn't believe it in the slightest. She felt her bladder quivering and stretching to its limits, eager to empty right now. The blue-skinned dullahan was bouncing on her knees, her private parts tingling with urge. She started looking around the room just to avoid dwelling on her pee, and that's when she saw a cup she had brought in filled with water, now empty waiting to be brought back to the kitchen.   “I guess I could,” Lala considered. It couldn't be that hard to pee in a cup, it was decently big with a pretty wide opening, she could probably make it work. “But should I?” If she filled it up, she'd have to dump it out and she sure as hell wasn't going out in the open carrying a cup of her pee, so she'd have to wait until nighttime when everyone else was asleep to dispose of it. Until then, she also didn't have a place to lay it down where it wouldn't spill, not one out of sight. If someone came in with that thing sitting on her dresser, she'd be dealing with the shame of two urine-related incidents in as many days.   Still, she needed to go, she couldn't go use the toilet, the cup was an option. “Perhaps it would be smarter to save the concerns for later, when I'm no longer so desperate.” Yeah, that sounded good. Standing up nice and slowly while keeping her hand on the front of her skirt, Lala grabbed the empty glass in her trembling left hand, and looked around to ensure she was clear from any onlookers. There wasn't really much of a threat, she was alone in her private room, but checking was still an instinctual thing when about to do something so inappropriate. It didn't cross her mind that a quick look would not be enough to spot Suu if she was present.   Presently satisfied and trembling in anticipation of relief, she took her hand off her skirt and instead reached it underneath, grabbing the white lace front band of her black panties and sliding them halfway down her thighs, far enough down that she could fit the cup between the underwear and her unmentionables. Hesitantly, she put the cup into position at a slight outward angle to keep grip, reeling back an inch as the cold glass touched her sensitive area.   That was just enough to get Lala to lose control over her bladder as urine started trickling out. The stream was incredibly weak at first, little drips coming off at every point with the main flow fluctuating in distance. Lala was nervous about doing something like this, but as she started to accept it, her pee picked up and finally started to feel good.   It was then that Lala learned why girls tended to avoid using cups or other containers of similar size, because female genitalia was not geared for accuracy. As she had relaxed, the distance between her crotch and the cup had increased, just enough to allow a rogue spurt to fly outside the glass' boundaries, landing on the thin glove holding it in place. Thin enough to feel it, Lala jumped back at feeling her own urine, dropping the glass she was using at the moment in surprise, somehow not shattering upon hitting the floor.   That meant that Lala no longer had anything to pee into, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. All of it was just flying onto the wood floor, spraying everywhere in the near vicinity with a loud splatter. Now she was desperate to get it to stop, grabbing herself with both hands to forcibly stem the flow, which unfortunately isn't likely to work on a girl that was desperate enough to use a cup. It pooled in her hands, streaming down between the fingers, the feeling soaking through her gloves.   She squeezed as much as she could manage, her legs rubbing together at the knees, rivulets running down her legs into her black thigh-high socks, the front of her white skirt being pushed into the line of fire and getting wet as well, the yellow stain very obvious, before Lala's bladder finally started to heed her. The stream didn't so much as weaken as stop abruptly, but Lala didn't dare let go. Despite all the pee now on the floor, she somehow still needed to go really bad. “How the hell can I hold this much in,” she shouted in angry disbelief.   Top priority now was finding somewhere else to finish this, because she could feel her urethra burning with the pee stuck in the pipe, and she wasn't going to last much longer. After this little accident, she was not about to use the cup again, she could see how big a mistake that was now. She needed something else, something she couldn't miss. There was nothing like that in the room, so no matter what could happen, she needed to leave and find something else. Since there was no point to bringing them back up, she slid her panties down her legs by wiggling with one hand grabbing herself tightly, and ran out.   Lala's initial plan was to dash to the toilet, the most reasonable choice, but by the time she reached the kitchen, the pain started getting sharper and more stabbing as the final wave of desperation hit. She grabbed herself with both hands again, really hard. If she didn't have gloves, her nails would probably be digging in right where she'd want it least. “Damn damn damn,” she swore as a few more leaks squirted out, bringing the severity of the situation to the forefront of her mind; if she dawdled any longer, she was going to pee.   She needed to consider the options before her, within her current line of sight. First in her vision was the potted plant Kimihito kept, large enough to catch her eye. Tempting, without a doubt, but its elevation and small diameter meant she'd have to stand above it and take care of business like that, and she had just proven she wasn't capable of that precision. Still, she whimpered at the thought of having to search further.   She looked over the kitchen counters, and saw a variety of cups and bowls that Miia had neglected to clean after preparing breakfast. Yet more containers she had no chance of using without a gigantic puddle following. “I'm gonna make such a huge mess. I can't do this anymore, I need to piss now!” Just as she was about to give in, she saw the sink. “That'll do,” she exclaimed, running towards it.   Standing in front of it, leaking more drops, Lala almost started drooling, but she couldn't ignore the inherent problems with this option. There was a portion of counter in front of the sink, sticking out far enough that the only way she'd be able to sit on the sink was to lean forward to account for aim. Not that she'd be able to sit effectively at all, because the faucet stuck out quite far with no way to rotate it, the open space not nearly enough to accommodate her rear. If she could even get onto the counter, of course, being over half her height.   “I don't have time to find something else, I have to use this!” Hopping in place, she removed her right hand and placed in on the counter with her left, her thighs rubbing together to alleviate some of the new pressure, and vaulted upwards. Lala did not have much upper body strength, hindered further by her bladder being a hog and taking most of it, so she struggled just to get her knees up, a few more drops falling, but she did get up, wiggling some to get her full legs up on the counter.   That was the final straw for Lala's bladder, stretched to its limit and exhausted, it slackened the urethra muscles and started a full stream. Feeling it rushing on its way, Lala hastily squirmed into a squatting position, maybe taking care not to hit her head on the cabinets above the sink. She wasn't fast enough, the pee started full force before she would have liked, but the error was corrected in a few seconds, and the dullahan was spraying her body's liquid contents into the sink.   “Ooh, that feels so much better,” she concluded, closing her eyes to give into the relief. True, she was squatting in front of the kitchen sink instead of a using a proper restroom, but she'd take what she could get, so long as she did it secretly. She was facing the wall, so she wouldn't see if anyone was watching, but she told herself she'd sense it. She could be alone with the sound of her violent splash against the porcelain of the sink.   It wasn't a perfect solution. Besides the total visibility to the action, just a few tiny streams weren't going down with the rest of the urine, and instead lost force and dripped down directly below her bottom. Not that it was a huge deal, she had already made a puddle there, but she'd have to take care of it as soon as she could. It could have been so much worse, but Lala got lucky. The plug wasn't covering the drain and none of the dishes were in the sink itself, so her mess was staying relatively contained.   The tingling in Lala's nethers wound down as the pee stream lost strength, increasing the leaking below her. She let out a big sigh, abruptly cut off as she heard a few splashes behind her. She suddenly turned her head, almost falling backwards from the motion, and saw no one, but the puddle beneath her was bigger than she had realized, it was going past the edge of the counter and dripping onto the floor. “I have to clean this up too? Fine,” she grumbled, shaking her butt to knock off any lingering pee because the paper towels were out of her reach.   That's when Lala realized, she didn't have much of a way to get down. She really couldn't waddle off the counter in a squat, she'd have to sit in her puddle at least a little to touch the floor again. Grumbling, she smoothed her skirt back down her legs and kicked her feet out in front of her, butt hitting the counter with a light splash, the warmth felt on her ass just seconds later. She didn't let it soak in too far, pivoting and sliding feet first back onto the floor.   Lala grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels and pulled off a liberal amount of sheets, balling them all in her fist and wiping down the puddle on the counter and whatever slid down onto the floor as the white paper was dyed a dirty yellow. Once every last drop was cleaned, she dropped the wad into the trash can specifically under a few other pieces of garbage, and turned on the sink, both to wash down anything sticking to the inside and to wash her gloves a little. Now, there was no evidence of what she had done in the kitchen, but she still had some clothing issues, which she confirmed by feeling the rear of her skirt just a little.   “If I can get it into the laundry now, no one could ever know,” she decided, running off to collect her panties in her room. She turned back soon after for more paper towels once she had remembered she left her room in a pretty bad state, unraveling an excessive amount of sheets before just taking the whole roll and leaving. Once she had left, an increasingly dirty and green slime poked out from the kitchen trash can, a bunch of soiled paper towels in the blob and a big, perverted smile on her face.

Captain L

 

female Everyday Life With a Critical Centaur

Cerea sat quietly in her room, her legs tucked under her horse body as she laid on the floor mat, reading a book. The traditional Japanese look of the room, her silent demeanor as she partook in a dignified pastime, it was easy to see she was formal, as a knight should be. However, while it was hidden beneath the black cloth over her horse half, she was not entirely still, her back haunches were shifting in their places, and maybe a little whimper could be heard if one listened carefully. Cerea was not comfortable.   It had been a few hours since they had agreed on the Suu plan. After it was finalized, Cerea informed Lala because Miia didn't do it like she said she would, and retreated to her room to pass the time. It wasn't her job to look after Suu, that was Papi's position, Cerea just wanted to relax if she had nothing to do. True, she could have also practiced with her weapons, but...she didn't want to tire herself out, it was important for her to save her strength.   Still, even with careful allocation of energy, Cerea was struggling. Time had passed, and that naturally meant her bladder was filling. Actually, she already felt a need before they had decided on the course of action to deal with the rogue slime hours ago, and needed to contain it past the point she would have taken care of herself under normal circumstances. Even with a larger body and training to restrain her functions, the need would eventually catch up with her, and that time was happening now. It wasn’t “urgent”, but certainly and undeniably “uncomfortable and desperate”.   “You're going to be fine, Centorea,” she convinced herself. “You've held it longer than this before, it isn't that hard.” Nevertheless, she bit her bottom lip nervously as she felt the urine slosh around inside her. “But it's not going to be easy, either.”
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It couldn't have been more than an hour since, but now Cerea was in bad shape. She had to pee so badly now she couldn't sit still, she was constantly shifting her weight from side to side, her face broken out in a bright red from the heat, caused by the stress of holding. Her book now looked more like jumbled pages of characters when she couldn't spare the energy to concentrate on anything else, anything to take her mind off her bladder.   She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't spend any more time waiting. “I can't do this anymore, I have to do my business now.” Shakily, she stood up on all four legs, where her hind legs only stayed separated for a second before she pushed them together to provide a little relief. Her front legs, meanwhile, were trotting in place, her hooves making a light clopping sound on the floor mat. “However, I don't know how to do so.”   She needed relief. If the toilets hadn't opened yet, Cerea wouldn't make it. However, as she soon considered, that was an “if”, she wasn't entirely certain yet. “Perhaps Master has returned and disciplined Suu for her actions, and I simply had not noticed.” That's what she chose to believe because that scenario would end the best for her. Taking a few seconds to compose herself, she left her room to search for Master.   As she emerged out of her privacy, Cerea noticed the place was quiet. That was probably an indication Master wasn't home, because then everyone would be swarming around him. She wasn't giving up so easily, however. “It's possible he has simply requested silence,” she decided, though with little confidence. Wandering the halls of the house, Cerea couldn't find anyone, not even the other girls. It was the same for any room she entered, barring the other girls' bedrooms.   Now, Cerea was a little curious. With a stiffness in her walk that would have given away how much she needed to go if there was anyone to see, she opened the door to the bedroom closest to her current position, which happened to be Miia's. She didn't knock as she should have, it was not all that important to her right now. Luckily, Miia wasn't doing anything private, just reading a cookbook in a futile attempt to improve her skills. “I take it Master is still out on his errands?”   “I haven't seen Darling yet. Do you need him for something?”   “...not particularly. I merely wished to have his company.” After her earlier reassurance that her bodily functions would not pose a problem, Cerea couldn't admit how desperate was now. She was at least taking internal comfort that Miia was also quietly reading in her room, she needed the distraction just as much as Cerea did. “If you haven't seen him, I'll leave you be.” She walked out, noticing Miia start looking really uncomfortable out of the corner of her eye.   “Damn,” Cerea quietly vented once she was out of earshot. It was unbecoming for a knight, or a lady, to swear like that, but she didn't have another way to express her resentment for her predicament. All four of her legs were trotting in place again and now her tail was flicking backwards in response to the mounting pressure against her rear. Even her body was telling her to just piss already, no matter how she was clothed or standing in the hallway. “What am I supposed to do now, I really can't hold this any longer.”   Most people will find, whether fully human or not, that they begin considering some truly insane options when they're on the verge of wetting themselves. Suddenly, almost anything can be seen as a good enough toilet, so long as it got their bladder empty. This was the state of mind Cerea was currently in, everything that could possibly contain what she could put out. First thing to mind was the sink, a natural first choice for a substitute. It had a bowl, a drain, the faucet allowed it all to be washed down cleanly. It sounded perfect, but it just couldn't work for a centaur. A toilet bowl was a lot closer to the ground than a sink on a kitchen counter, and the large bottom half of a horse meant she wouldn't get that height.   Next in her mind was the potted plant Master kept in the living room. The pot was sitting on the floor and a tree seemed like a nice alternative, but that pot was not very big, about a foot in diameter and depth. Cerea could hold a lot, that thing would be overflowing before she was even close to being finished. It didn't even seem likely the dirt would absorb enough before she felt relieved enough to hold the rest in, not that she'd want to or be able to stop once this torrent got started. Maybe she could just let it run over and clean up the excess immediately afterwards, but Suu was on patrol somewhere, she'd get to it first and she'd only get worse.   “Need something else, need something else fast,” Cerea kept repeating. She had made the mistake of considering other outlets, giving the signal to the rest of her body that she was about to let loose, getting her bladder all excited and geared up to empty. It felt like she had seconds before the dam burst and a flood started. She crossed her hind legs really tight as she unintentionally thought of the huge flood that was to follow, like a fire hose spraying everywhere. “So much pee,” she whimpered as she pushed her back legs together further.   As she kept that image of an ocean in her mind, which was doing wonders at working against her, one last idea came up. Just thinking of water made Cerea think of Mero, their mermaid roommate who was currently out with Master. As an aquatic creature, she lived in the water, so her room contained a swimming pool. In-ground so it was at the right height, it already held so much water so what was a little more, and it already filtered so there'd be no evidence. Suu also couldn't hide in a body of water that large without dissipating, absolutely everything was in place. “I apologize for this, Mero,” Cerea called out to herself before running off to Mero's pool, as fast as she could run while staying dry.   Standing in front of the pool, Cerea legs were all moving erratically, so damn close to bursting. The flowing water from the filters was most certainly not helping, she could almost feel her bladder going lax and letting everything stream out. This was the critical moment when every factor was working against her, begging her to leak. If she gave in now, her desperation would all be for nothing. She wished she could grab herself with her hands to ease the pain, but anatomy put her hands far from where they'd need to be on her butt. It'd be so much easier to hold if she could use her hands, though, instead of having to rely on crossing her legs.   Cerea really couldn't stand to look at the pool anymore, and turned to face the wall instead, backing up just a little until a back hoof felt the drop from the fall into the pool. Bobbing up and down, she reached her arms back as best as she could and grabbed the top of the black cloth over her bottom half, so long that she needed to alternate pulling it up one hand at a time. The rear end she couldn't reach was taken care of by her tail flying as high as it could to avoid being soaked, pulling up the skirt to a certain height with it.   Her bladder was looking for any reason to believe it was time to let go, and disrobing was the perfect excuse. Just as Cerea was pulling up the cover, her hold over her urine dropped and it started flowing out, a light stream at first, splattering against the inside of the fabric with her tail getting some of it too, falling on the floor right before the drop. “Ah ah ah ah,” she grunted and panted as she hastily pulled the rest up, throwing it over her back and letting her tail up to clear the path. No obstructions remaining, Cerea started peeing freely, and with force.   There's an expression, “pissing like a racehorse”, meaning a pee that's strong and fast, beyond normal expectations. As a centaur, Cerea was a prime example to prove the expression accurate. Her torrent was shooting out at least a yard behind her, powerful enough to make a crashing pour as it landed in the pool. Most of the stream was concentrated, but the sheer volume meant a lot of droplets were flying off, getting lost in the sea of piss unleashed from the end of a centaur.   Cerea looked up to the ceiling as her mouth hung open, breathing deeply with a bright blush on her face and her ears wiggling. “Ohhhhh,” she exhaled blissfully as the pressure on her bladder diminished. It no longer mattered how she was doing her business in a pool, it just felt good. Not like she had a choice anyway, it was a real emergency. She couldn't even stop now if she wanted to, her muscles were so tired.   Minutes later, even Cerea's extreme capacity reached its end, and the distance the stream covered started reducing, more drops flying out scattered. She reached her butt out a little further so the final drops wouldn't get on the floor, and then her river ran dry. Giving it a few seconds to ensure there were no secret reserves, she shook her backside to get any drops off since she couldn't clean it off here, and dropped everything back into their usual places. The little bits of wetness from her initial release weren't easily seen and would dry off without consequence, so she could ignore it. “Phew...that's much better.”   Turning back to the pool, Cerea inspected the damages. It was certainly evident that a restroom visit had just taken place, given the yellow cloud in the water behind her and the foam on the surface. However, even as she was looking at it, the cloud was spreading and growing less visible by the second, and the foam was floating in the current to the filters. The pool was taking care of cleaning itself, important when it had Mero living in it, so Cerea's little mess would be gone soon.   Slightly embarrassed by what she had done, but mostly relieved that she had done something before it was too late, Cerea trotted out of the room, keeping her eyes out to be sure she was unseen. Retreating back to her room, she allowed herself to relax for the first time in hours. Somehow, she made it with an accident, a close call even with her large bladder. Considering how incredibly desperate she had gotten herself, Cerea started thinking, “how are the other girls handling?”

Captain L

 

female Everyday Life With a Pervert

Papi was happily resting in her nest, a nice soft bed with a quilt blanket that kept her warm through the night. Sunlight was beginning to stream into the window through the blinds, forcing her out of sleep against her will. She rolled over to face the other way, hoping it would cut just enough light from her vision to allow her some more slumber. Maybe it would work, but then she remembered: breakfast. The real reason to get out of bed, Master made good food so long as he was the one in charge of cooking. The other girls were ravenous, if Papi didn’t go for the first round of eating, she wouldn’t get anything. That wasn’t something she could afford to miss, so she began forcing herself out from under the covers, even if she was still groggy.   Lazily, she stood up with a yawn and slowly walked to the door, a memory trying its absolute best to be recalled. As she began pulling the door open, it struck her. Summer was hot, and her means to stay cool during the nights was removing clothing; right now all she had was a sleeveless shirt that hung just slightly below her waist and absolutely nothing else. She couldn't just go out like that (if she was aware), she needed to get dressed into day clothes. At the same speed as the rest of her movements in the morning, she walked to her piles of clothing to pick out her attire. First step was to shed everything she had already, so she carefully pinched the sides of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Her head fit through easily, it was getting her wings through the shoulder straps where the challenge lied. It took some effort, but the shirt was removed and she threw it somewhere in the room.   From the piles of clean clothes, Papi grabbed a white tank top, khaki short shorts, and a pair of slightly off-white panties. No need for a bra when her breasts were quite small. She preferred a black top to white, but she wore her black one yesterday and she had hurriedly thrown all of her clothes in the wash before anyone could see what had happened, accidentally including the top that wasn’t wet at all. She had yet to retrieve those clothes, so she just had to make do with what she had access to, taking her selections to her bed. Sitting, she picked up the panties as well as she could, bent down and slid her legs through them, being careful to not let her talons rip through them, and then did the same with her shorts. Finally, she lifted the shirt over her head and dropped through it, squeezing her wings through the large armholes. Now fully dressed, she left the room into the light of the rest of the house.   In the main rooms, Papi was drawn in by the sounds of cooking in the kitchen. “Master's such a good cook, I wonder what he's making Papi now.” Her eyes closed in happiness, she blindly wandered into the kitchen, amazingly not colliding with any furniture on the way, and opened her sights when the sounds were really close. In the process of licking her lips, she could now see the chef, and her tongue stopped dead in its tracks at the middle of her mouth. Standing in front of the stove was Miia, once again practicing what could charitably be called “food”. Suddenly, Papi wasn't feeling hungry. “Didn't Master say you weren't allowed to cook unless he was here?”   “I'm going to surprise him when he gets back, a good wife having a meal prepared for her Darling husband.”   A light clopping sound entered the room around the same time, it could only be the centaur. Cerea yawned and rubbed her eyes as she trotted in. “Where is Master, anyway?”   “He said he was going shopping, he took Mero with him,” Miia answered. “He shouldn't take long.” She pulled the pot off the stove and poured its unidentifiable contents into a bowl. “Until then, enjoy breakfast,” she happily shouted, holding the bowl out towards Papi.   Papi needed to get out, before she had to eat Miia’s food. And Suu wasn’t around to secretly feed it to. “Where is Suu, anyway?”   “She can stay hidden until everyone else has eaten,” Miia responded, a little angry. “I know you’re using her as a garbage disposal for food you don’t like. How am I supposed to improve if no one eats my food?”   Cerea wasn’t having that. “Yes, you know because you do it too. I’ve seen you. You’re not improving anyways, why does it matter if we eat?”   “Because what kind of self-respecting wife can’t cook for her husband? If I can become an amazing chef, Darling will have to marry me! I just need enough practice until I’m an expert!” Miia’s rant was interrupted by something else in the room she just noticed. “Papi, why are you bouncing like that?”   Papi didn't notice it herself, but Miia was right. Papi's right leg was rapidly quivering up and down, making her whole body vibrate. Might have been because she was still waking up, but only then did the cause hit her; she needed to pee. Somehow, she didn't notice until now, but it was bad, really bad. When was the last time she had gone? If she was remembering correctly, it hadn't been since her incident yesterday. That was over 12 hours, how could she ignore that need for so long, even when there was a chunk of time where she was sleeping? Well, what mattered now was that she was desperate, no question about it. “I gotta pee,” she shouted as her wings flew between her legs, bolting towards the bathroom. Miia and Cerea looked at each other inquisitively as Papi ran off, and they both came to the conclusion that her ineptitude in her bodily functions were excused by her immaturity, this kind of outburst wasn't out of character.   Papi ran through the house until she reached the toilet door, and a wave of relief washed over her at the thought of release, or maybe she leaked something out. Her luck couldn't be that good, however, because the door had to be closed. Not just closed, but locked too. Papi moaned at the thought of having to wait, but there was nothing she could do about it, she just took position at the left of the door to wait until the room was vacant. She was quiet, but she wasn't comfortable. Her wings still in their place, her scaly knees rubbed together rhythmically as she whimpered from the wait.   A minute passed, and the strain her bladder was putting on her was starting to make her legs weak. Unable to continue standing, Papi sat down on the floor, her knees up to her chest, legs still shaking and grinding. She couldn't even keep her eyes opened through the sharp aches, they were shut tight. If whoever was occupying the restroom didn't leave soon, Papi wouldn't make it. She could already feel the pressure on the inner walls of her bladder, trying so hard to burst free, regardless of what its owner wanted or pleaded.   Only a little more time went by before Papi hit the next phase of desperation, and she was high enough on the scale already. Before she could clench any muscles to prevent it, a few drops came loose in her panties. Her eyes widened as she took a sharp breath inwards, doing anything she could to keep the leaks at that. Nothing else was squirting out, but the dampness in her underwear was there and warm against her privates. Now absolutely dying, Papi jumped up to her feet and tried the door again. Of course, it didn't give this time, but she wasn't about to give up. One wing still on her shorts, the other began loudly knocking on the door. She wasn't saying anything, her brain wasn't up to processing words now, but she kept banging, more coming out with each swing. No response. She was getting ever closer to a full accident again, she wouldn't let that happen a second time. Both wings back where she had been putting them, she slid to the other side of the door to continue her pain in silence.   As the seconds ticked, Papi's control continued to slip away. First it was tiny leaks, which then graduated to spurts before reaching little streams at a steady rate. Wouldn't be long before it all poured out, which she attempted to combat by keeping her thighs pressed together, her feet spread apart. Right now, all she could do was shake and weep and pray the door would open soon, which was beginning to look even more hopeless. Even so, she wanted to delay the inevitable.   While Papi was suffering, a creaking sound started next to her, which her head jolted to turn towards. Like a miracle, the toilet door started opening from the inside towards Papi, when a head poked out from behind. It was Suu, staring at Papi like she was the weird one.   Papi was...surprised to see Suu. Slime girls didn't use toilets, and if she wanted hydration, she would have gone for the bath or the kitchen sink. Just like yesterday, she was in there, and they had no idea why. Much more importantly, Suu was still standing in the door frame, meaning the only path to Papi's current happiness was blocked. It was such an upsetting thought that she didn't even pay attention to Suu's growing yellow tint, which very well could have just been her body reflecting her yellow raincoat.   Suu was watching Papi too, specifically the dance she was doing. It was the same dance she did in the park yesterday, the one that meant Suu was about to get something good. But there was something else about the way she was moving, her little dance was mesmerizing to Suu. But she didn't understand it, she had never experienced any of the feelings that led a girl to do a potty dance, yet she still couldn't look away. She couldn't fathom why, but she started imitating, pulling the bottom brim of her jacket down towards her knees as she pressed her thighs together (which somehow didn't cause them to form together), and wiggled her hips, just like the harpy.   Papi didn’t understand why Suu was suddenly copying her motions, but watching someone else do the pee dance was a horrible reminder of her own condition, and suddenly she couldn’t wait even a second longer. Shoving Suu aside, she sprinted into the room and slammed the door behind her. Now, the view of the facilities were making Papi’s bladder beg to be taken care of, still clothed or not. The unstoppable leaks had begun, they were soaking through to her shorts already, she had to hurry. The toilet was right inside the door, at least, it was just clothing in her way. Amazing how the exact same thing happened to her two days in a row.   This time, however, she was determined to not let the same result come about. Standing in front of the toilet seat, her legs still pressed together at the knees, she used one wing's claw to tug at her zipper because the button was still not a problem. She was expecting it to not work just like last time, but it came down quite easily, in fact. Gravity took care of the rest as the loose shorts fell down without wings between the legs holding them up. Her body certainly took note of that and decided it was time to go already, relaxing its muscles and letting her bladder's contents loose.   “Nonono, stay in stay in stay in,” Papi shouted in her high and squeaky voice as the warm liquid streamed through her panties and down her legs, puddling on the tile floor beneath her talons. Her body was not listening to her demands, it had waited too long for this, and she needed to work around it. She needed to get her panties down, but they were already soaked and getting worse; what's the worse that could happen if she left them on?   “No time, I have to do this!” Turning around, she sat on the toilet without undressing further, and stopped fighting. Somehow, despite already losing control, willingly letting the rest go made the stream so much more violent. Papi couldn't help but vocalize her approval as her urine poured out of her, crashing into the water below with an echoing din. “Ahhhhhhh,” she sighed happily, her voice cracking in the ecstasy of relief. Knocking off her shorts so nothing was constricting her ankles, she kicked her feet in rhythm, hitting the porcelain with her heels. Of course, she wasn't pleased that she was essentially still wetting herself, the growing warmth against her privates reminding her, but it honestly wasn't that high of a priority in her mind.   That blissful ignorance couldn't last forever because she couldn't stay lost in her peeing, her capacity was only so large and reaching its end. The stream sputtered as it hit the end of her reserves, the last few drops joining their brethren. Now she could focus on her basically an accident, which still wasn't that bad in her mind, in context at least. This time her shorts didn't get too wet, nobody saw her, and she didn't have to make a journey home. Her only concern was getting her clothes washed before she was noticed, and getting that puddle off the floor.   First things first, a little personal cleaning. She stood up and slid her panties down, picking them up once they were off and tossing them into a pile with her shorts, and walked to the sink. She turned the faucet on and rinsed the feathers on the ends of her wings, the only parts of the wings that got wet. She dried them off with the hand towel hanging on a rung, right before something else came to her. “I have to wash my legs too, I can’t walk around with them like this.” Wouldn’t be as easy to clean them without a bath, but she could make do with the sink. She got the tips of her wings wet again and began wiping them down her legs, replacing one liquid with another, cleaner alternative.   It took a while, but Papi did get herself tidied up, all urine off and the plain water dried off with the hand towel. Now, it was just her clothes that needed attention. “If I wash them out, I can hang them to dry, and Master never has to deal with them!” She just needed to gather them, wash them in the sink and she'd be free. If only she could find them. “Didn't I put them down on the floor right here?” Papi was sure, but a memory as bad as hers couldn't be trusted. She checked basically everywhere in the room for the missing items, and was bending over on her knees and elbows to see what could be hiding behind the toilet, when the loud sound of running hooves got closer to her location, and the door crashed open because Papi didn't have the time to lock it.   Cerea burst in uninvited, so she was seeing full frontal Papi butt on the floor, not something she needed to bear witness to. “Where did your pants go,” she asked with a sense of disdain and disbelief, like it shouldn't have been possible to lose her clothing when she had it just minutes earlier.   “I don't know where they went! I had them when I came in, I took them off to clean myself, and when I looked back, they were gone!” She slid back out into the open part of the room and stood up to face Cerea. The view from the front of bottomless Papi was no more modest.   Miia slithered into view, leaning on Cerea's horse back, looking like she knew something. “Papi...did you have an accident?”   Papi's face broke out in a bright red blush that nicely contrasted her blue hair and wings. Obviously, that was an embarrassing thing to confess to, but the way Miia and soon Cerea were staring at her, it was boring a hole through her soul, she couldn't keep up the facade. “Y-yeah, I did. But please don't tell Master!”   Miia snapped her fingers in realization. “I was right! Suu took them, it had to have been her!”   That just didn't make any sense to Papi. Suu was a good girl, why would she steal? “But why? What would Suu want with my shorts? She already has clothes.”   Cerea took the chance to explain to Papi. She didn't trust Miia to handle such a delicate answer to someone so innocent, but now she was blushing too with the subject matter about to be breached. “Well, you see...considering the changes we've seen in her over the last day, Miia proposed that perhaps Suu...it's very possible that she's developed...she might be...”   Miia interrupted, she was not a patient snake and a lot more blunt. “Suu's got a pee fetish. She was tormenting Lala yesterday, she took your wet clothes, and she was spying on me in here this morning too. Cerea says she's been getting even greener, like she's been absorbing it all. Where does she pick these things up?”   Papi knew the answer but wouldn't respond. Admitting one accident was bad enough, how could she explain she had an even worse one yesterday? What Miia was saying made sense, Suu was always a sexual girl, and this was no more forward than her usual practices. And they had lived with Suu long enough to know, when she was in a mood like this, they needed to keep their distance. “So what do we do, then?”   “We stay away from her,” Miia explained. “At least until Darling gets home, she listens to him. Until then, do not use the toilet, don't give her the chance. Will you be able to handle that,” she asked smugly, looking at Cerea.   “I am a proud knight, as I have stated many times before.” Cerea placed a hand over her heart as a salute, which looked more like she copping a feel on herself. “I am prepared to fight for my Master's life in combat no matter the risk. Holding my bladder is nothing.”   “Good, because I don't know when Darling's coming home, he didn't take his phone. If you see Suu, keep an eye on her, make sure she doesn't try anything. I'll tell Lala, you two stay alert.” Miia slithered out to find the dullahan, Cerea and Papi going their own separate ways. Neither of them noticed the greenish blob stuck to the ceiling, watching.

Captain L

 

female Everyday Life With a Scaredy-Lala

As soon as they got back, Papi headed straight for the bath, thankfully unoccupied at the time. Suu had certainly cleaned up her legs, but her wings were still wet and the feathers were starting to stick together. Sitting in the warm water, she was preening out the feathers that had become too dirty to properly wash, trying to purposefully forget something for once. Certainly wasn’t the first time Suu had her fun with her or any of the other girls, but it wasn’t fun any time it happened. At least things were quiet now, a rarity in this house.   She started lightly humming some sort of tune so long as she could hear it over her splashing, and when her song hit a high note, a loud scream echoed from somewhere else in the building, a shout not unlike death itself. The loud noise scared Papi, all the more reason she needed to see what the cause was. What if Master was in danger? Jumping out of the water, she ran out the door, not drying herself off or putting on any clothing.   Bolting through the house, her talons scratching on the wood floor, she soon reached the source of the noise, because it wasn't far away. It was right outside an ajar toilet door, Lala the dullahan pressed up against the opposite wall in terror. Her chest was heaving and her black eyes were wide with fear. Papi noticed her black panties were at her ankles as well, oblivious that this was a minor clothing error compared to her own, and that there were a few tiny drops of water on the floor leading from Lala to the toilet door. She couldn't place together what, but Papi could tell something interesting happened here.   While Papi was the first to arrive due to original proximity, everyone else would not be far behind, as the loud clopping of hooves running across the floor from down the hall attested to. Centorea, or Cerea, the centaur appeared from around the corner, brandishing her sword as she looked around the room for clues to the scream. She only briefly acknowledged Papi's nudity because terrified Lala was much more prevalent. Cerea sighed and sheathed her blade. “You say you're death's messenger, Lala?”   “Do not use my name so lightly, centaur. What is inside that commode is not to be trifled with, for it assaulted a reaper.” She was avoiding looking at the toilet, she wouldn't without her scythe to feel tough.   “Is it a new girl,” Papi asked excitedly, always happy to make new friends.   “IT BETTER NOT BE!” Everyone looked around to find that shout. They knew who it was, they just needed to be on guard for when she approached. Paired with it was another shout, one just as easily identified. There was only one male in the house, after all. A long, red streak bolted through the hall, sliding to a halt to block the toilet door. It was their resident lamia, Miia, and she had her darling Kimihito wrapped in her tail, swinging him around.   “Miia, this really isn't necessary,” Kimihito yelled, his voice distorted by the rapid motion of his entire person. Miia dropped him with a squeak of embarrassment, where he rubbed his butt from the hard landing. “Now, what's going on over here?”   “Lala got scared by something in the toilet,” Papi cheerfully explained. Lala gave her a stare worthy of death, which Papi was faced the wrong way to notice.   That's what made Kimihito really notice Papi for the first time, and as such, he was suddenly very aware of her streaking. His eyes bulged out and he covered his eyes, something red dripping from his nose. Didn't take him long before he turned to face the wall, not willing to look at this any longer than he already had.   Miia didn't want him looking either, so she stuck her tail out and wrapped Papi up completely, covering all her private parts. “What do you think you're doing?! Keep your clothes on around my Darling!” Once Papi was constricted tight enough that her nudity would no longer be a distraction, Miia turned Kimihito back, wiping his upper lip with his wrist.   “Sorry,” he apologized. “What scared you, Lala?”   “Watch your tongue, human,” she threatened. “If you wish to investigate, do so with caution. The vile creature has no conscience or remorse, it shall strike with ferocity and...” Just as she was describing it, the door opened further for the culprit to emerge from hiding. Lala wasn't waiting to see, she screamed at the first sight and tried to run, but her underwear around her ankles tripped her and sent her face-down into the floor away from everyone, and her skirt was not long enough to cover what it desperately needed to. Without wasting a second, she crawled away on her knees to give herself distance before yanking her panties back up where they belonged so she could jump back to her feet and escape.   Everyone else just watched her run as the door opened fully, and Suu was the only thing that exited. Her expression was blank, she just wanted to see what the excitement was. Cerea shook her head and sighed with a hint of a grumble. “What were you doing in there, Suu?” Suu shrugged and walked away, she didn't have a reason to stay.   Miia watched her leave with jealousy in her eyes. “She's been absorbing water again. Her boobs are way bigger than usual. Of course, they don't measure up to mine,” she boasted, squeezing her breasts together with her forearms to make them appear larger. It was a bit of a futile effort when Cerea, queen of humongous tits, was standing next to her for direct comparison.   “Anyone else think Suu's looking a little more...green than usual,” Kimihito asked.   “Snakes don't see color like humans do,” Miia answered. “But she's a lot less see-through than I remember. She absorb anything weird lately?”   “She's not acting mean like she did with poison,” Papi offered. She didn't want to admit that she knew what Suu had drank, she didn't want anyone to make fun of her for wetting herself.   “I'm going to see if Lala is okay, I haven't seen her like this before.” Kimihito was a caring individual, and he was off to spread his attention. The action had passed with an awkward silence filling the void, so Cerea left too. Miia followed Darling, her tail's grip on Papi loosening and releasing. The harpy, alone in the hall, remembered she still had a warm bath and rushed off to resume it. She could have slipped on the water her wet body left from her presence, but the floor was suddenly entirely dry, not that she noticed.

Captain L

 

female Everyday Life With a Wetter

It was a nice day in Japan, though what city Papi couldn't recall. It was probably mentioned a lot, but that was a lot to remember. All that mattered to the harpy was that the sky was a perfect blue that matched her hair perfectly, very few clouds to break it up, and a very bright sun that hurt bad to look at. But the light looked really cool as it shined through Papi's slime friend, Suu, the parts of her translucent blue body not covered by the yellow raincoat dyeing the glow against the concrete walk.   The two monster girls were on their usual walk through the park, enjoying a warm day away from Kimihito's busy home, but they had to be careful. As monster girls, they weren't allowed to be out without host accompaniment...maybe. Papi didn't remember any rules against being out. All that mattered was that Papi and Suu were enjoying themselves.   However, just due to poor planning, Papi was distressed at the moment. Miia had been taking up the toilet around the time the two left the house, so Papi didn't use it even if there was the desire, and she didn't think that would be a problem. Now, she was really regretting ignoring that most basic need, because it had come back to bite her. Hard. Less than an hour later, she could already be considered “desperate”, and that was an understatement. Her scaled legs were rubbing together, her short denim shorts pressing against her panties. At least she was unable to button her shorts due to only having a claw on the end of her wings, so it wasn’t constricting her bladder. Small comforts, though.   Suu was fascinated by the way Papi was struggling. With a gelatinous form as hers, that ability to morph, she was always on the watch for actions to copy to better imitate organic girls. And right now, Papi was doing something Suu had never seen before. She wasn’t about to copy it blindly, but she was observing, to find the function.   It took a few seconds before Papi realized she was being watched, thankfully only by Suu and not the random passerby. It took a little for her to realize what was happening, but Papi did catch on. “You don’t know anything about pee, do you, Suu?” Just thinking about it was making her need feel worse, and she pressed the tips of her wings between her legs, spreading the feathers perpendicular to her chest.   Suu tilted her head in confusion, unsure what Papi was referring to. Either despite or because of her liquid composition, while she did intake and expel water to satisfy thirst and filter chemicals, she had no biological need to relieve herself. She didn't even have the anatomy to do so, no internal organs or urethra, she was nothing more than animated goo.   Right now, Papi didn't have time to explain anything. The poor girl was bursting to leak, she needed something, anything, to answer nature's call in. There was no public bathroom within immediate sight, which meant the nearest one was too far for the harpy to make, so she needed an alternative. And now, she'd take just about anything.   Her attention was first drawn to the fountain, with streams flowing out from a spire in the center, probably the worst thing a direly desperate girl could see. It had water, that was enough to make Papi consider it, but Master got mad at her last time she used that fountain. Even if he wasn't here, she wouldn't do something he was against. She needed a second option right now, her body couldn't hold out much longer, she was already wavering and whimpering under the pain.   Next in her vision were the bushes, off to the side of the walk. Not very tall or wide, they were nothing more than scattered shrubbery that were not at all suited for a potty, Papi was going to move onto another choice. Her bladder caught wind of that and wasn't having any of it, which it articulated by sending a spasm through her abdomen, threatening to release its contents if its demands were not meant. With that agony coursing through her, Papi really had no choice but to give in and do her business in the flora, which she made no hesitation in waddling towards with her wings still firmly planted on her shorts. Suu followed slowly, unsure where her friend was going.   It was a difficult journey, but Papi made it behind the plants safely. Relatively, of course, she wasn't completely dry upon reaching her destination, a stream of urine escaped into her panties every few steps, but they were small enough to ignore in sight of the greater objective. Due to her stilted walk, Suu had no problem staying close, and both were out of sight.   Papi looked around nervously for any people who could see her, which were gratefully absent. It didn't really matter, nothing was going to stop the dam from bursting, publicly or not. And she was ready to let it happen, freeing her wings while continuing to jiggle her legs to keep the flood at bay. She didn't need to worry about the button on her shorts, but there was still a zipper preventing her from just removing the denim, a zipper that needed to come down this second. Gripping the metal as best as she could with a claw, she pulled downwards with as much force as she could manage, only to be met with resistance. The zipper wasn't moving.   Papi didn't believe it at first. “W-what's going on,” she asked, a breathy tone to her voice. She gave it a few more tugs, but there was no give. “Nonononono, please come off,” she begged like her clothes would listen and comply. “I have to go tinkle so much, it needs to be now!” She pulled her zipper even more, harder and harder, giving no consideration to the strain it was putting on her bladder. Absolutely no progress was made.   It wasn't so much that the zipper was stuck, but Papi couldn't get a good grip, her avian anatomy wouldn't allow it when her wings were shaking. Maybe it could be accomplished, but she was going to need help, really soon because she had about a minute left at best. And wasn't it just her luck, she had Suu. “Suu, please, help me take my shorts off.”   Suu had her habits of going after the girls below the waist, it was something she had grown fond of. But now, Papi, her closest companion, was sincerely asking for her help. She couldn't refuse that. Besides, if she did Papi a favor, perhaps she would be repaid. She didn't say anything, but she reached out towards Papi's pants with full intentions of assisting.   Suu had forgotten that she was a slime creature, the reason she wore a rubber raincoat for clothing, because otherwise she'd just soak through the garment. That's exactly what happened, as soon as she touched the jean shorts, her fingers just passed through, the moisture turning the light blue denim much darker. Suddenly, Suu was losing hydration, and that was dangerous.   Papi ran through a gambit of thoughts and emotions in the following seconds. First was the surprise that Suu was unable to help, which was succeeded by Papi cursing herself for not realizing that before. Trailing just behind was the shock of the cold water on the bottom of her belly and top of her panties, which wasn't going to stay chilled for long. Both because of the surprise at the situation and the frigid shock on her bulging bladder, she was unable to contain her pee any longer.   Papi made a few squeaks in response, she pushed her wings back into her crotch, knocking Suu away. She bent her knees and stuck her butt out behind her, shaking it on the low chance it would help her hold it past this surge of desperation. Of course, that was never going to work, and the warm yellow liquid began further darkening her shorts as it streamed through her feathers, turning her inner thighs and scales shiny, puddling into the grass and dirt below.   Papi was frozen in place, her body not accepting what was happening, but her emotions reacted by making her cry, growing in intensity. While she looked and acted young, she was a grown-up, and grown-ups didn't wet their pants like she was. She tried her best, but despite all her efforts, she was still having an accident. And just to add insult to injury, getting her wings wet meant she would be unable to fly until they dried, which would have to wait until after she bathed to get the smell out.   Suu was watching closely, not out of pity, but hunger. As a slime, she needed to stay hydrated to stay alive, and an outdoors summer day meant she was losing water quickly, even more with some of her on Papi right now. She was already withering, it was just about survival. She needed life-giving liquid, and right in front of her was a girl covered in it, releasing more and more. A more perfect opportunity could not exist.   There was no warning, Suu’s shape transformed into something more like a blob, which slid along the ground right under Papi in just about a second, absorbing all of her puddle while also consuming the steady stream falling from above. Papi didn’t even move before Suu had finished that share and was sliding up her legs, absorbing everything coating them. Now, with sticky slime constricting both of her legs, Papi had no chance of escape.   Suu's form continued ascending until she was entirely covering Papi's shorts, taking in everything she was letting out. Suu's natural gyrations to absorb everything were massaging Papi's privates just right, making her breathing ragged. It was enough to make her temporarily forget her first shame, but now she was going to get wet with something else, because Suu was bringing her to orgasm. Even with a rapidly emptying bladder, she just couldn't stop peeing, and as long as she continued, so would Suu.   With stimulation like that, Papi couldn't last much longer. Her pee was abruptly cut off as she climaxed with a high-pitched shout, which Suu lapped up. If she kept it up, there were going to be multiple orgasms, and they couldn't remain hidden that long. Luckily, even with more urine trickling out, there wasn't enough left in her for Suu to remain latched on. Papi's bladder ran out and Suu separated once she realized, right as Papi was getting excited again.   Suu turned back into her female form and acted like nothing had just happened. She was back to normal size and smiling, but something about her looked off. Papi, meanwhile, was shuddering in place in the aftershocks, but she looked fine. Her shorts had all moisture sucked out, nothing remained on her legs, the dirt was fully dry, there was no evidence a wetting had just taken place. Papi would have been happy with that outcome, if the road to it wasn't so violating.   Still, it was better that she didn't dwell on it, just pretend it didn't happen. Silently, she put her wings to her sides and walked away, Suu following, swinging her arms. Their destination was their home now, before they were missed. Their time out would be considered nonexistent, leaving this entirely behind them.

Captain L