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“Darling, I guarantee it! That fabric you bought would make excellent linings on a dress with this material!” The fashion designer Rarity was making a suggestion to her peer, Coco Pommel, as they waited for the elevator to arrive in the lobby of the Manehattan hotel. While Coco lived in the big city, Rarity was only around for a fashion expo, giving her the chance to meet up with her friend and colleague as they shared a room.
The blue-haired designer was considering Rarity's advice, looking over some of her purchases in the large bag containing the various sewing materials she had bought, when the elevator dinged in front of them and the silver doors slid open. The girls entered the enclosed room, hit the floor number, and rested against the glass outer walls as it began ascending.
Normally, the view over the city was a pretty sight to look at, especially around dusk like it was now, but not today. There were dark storm clouds blocking out all light in the sky, throwing gallons of rain down on the streets, occasionally breaking the patter of drops with a piercing crack of thunder. It would be followed by a flash of lightning, not that a city needed any help with illumination. Just looking out the window, Coco could clearly see anyone under the streetlights.
For now, anyways. More lightning brightened the view, but instead of an all-encompassing flash as it had been before, this one was a single bolt, striking something in the distance. Coco was a little startled but mostly unaffected, until the lights of the city, the streetlights, the skyscraper windows, all began going out successively, from the point of impact towards their location in an almost rhythmic pattern.
Right on the beat, the light in the elevator flickered out as the cabin ground to a halt. Rarity, who was tired from a day of work, didn't notice any of the events leading up to this misfortune and thus needed the rundown as she lit up her horn to see. “What happened to the power?”
“Lightning strike,” Coco replied, pointing at the spot where the impact occurred. Not that it mattered, in the darkness, neither of them could see very far without city lights, even the moon was behind the storm clouds. “Which means we're stuck.” The elevator doors were shut, and they were between floors anyway. The panel of buttons was dull, so it didn't seem like the emergency button would do much good either. They were just going to have to wait it out.
Rarity sighed. “Isn't that just how it always is? This only holds you up when you really need to hurry.”
“Why do you need to hurry? We're done for the day.”
“Oh, nothing you need to worry about, darling. It's just...I quite need a visit to the little ladies' room, that's all. I'm sure I'll be fine until the power's restored.” Coco couldn't see it, but Rarity's legs shifted in their places, a subtle sign that she did certainly need the bathroom, perhaps more than she let on through the confidence in her words.
Coco was pretty surprised to hear Rarity make mention of that. She had always acted like such a proper and dignified lady, it just didn't seem like her to even admit she used the toilet. The bonds of friendship change a girl's attitude and embarrassments, it appears. She didn't mind a girl friend knowing.
Actually, the mention of someone close by needing to relieve themselves awakened a need in Coco. A very similar need, in fact. A whole day of wandering around the convention center, keeping hydrated, with plenty to see and little time to break, it gave plenty of time for a bladder to fill. Especially combined with an expo geared towards mares meaning the lines to the women's rooms were always long, the two had only braved the wait once when it was necessary. Wouldn't you know that they had to wait again for the same end goal in the same day.
Did Coco need to go that badly? Not especially, she'd really like a little potty break, but she'd manage for now. She'd just need to hope somepony would either repair the power or manually get them out before either of them hit that limit. Couldn't be that long.
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An hour in darkness made the girls kinda tired, more so than they were already, and not helped by them playing with their phones to kill time. Rarity had since let it go dark again since they didn't really need to see. But they couldn't relax, not just because the elevator floors were hard and uncomfortable, but bad things would happen if they got too lad-back. Bad, wet things.
At the moment, poor Miss Pommel was desperate and struggling. She was hunched over in the far corner with her knees up to her face, both hands gripping the soft fabric of her panties and parts below up her skirt. She wasn't quite on the verge of peeing herself just yet, but her bladder was very full already. She was already afraid that if she didn't provide the physical barricade, there may be an accident in her immediate future.
Rarity's predicament was hardly better. She wouldn't grab herself quite so openly, but she was standing in an opposite corner with her legs just ever so slightly pressed together, rubbing each other up and down to ease a little pressure. Was it helping? Not especially, but there was a minor difference, and that was all the coaxing Rarity needed...since no one could see her.
So long as the only witness was a friend of hers, Rarity was going to voice her frustrations. “What in the world is holding up those repairs? Some of us have things they can't afford to wait on!” The light sound of a heel tapping rapidly on the carpeted floor echoed in the enclosed chamber.
Coco was a quiet girl, a holdover from her time as the assistant to the demanding Suri Polomare, so it was probable that Rarity hadn't even noticed her little squeaks of desperation. She could theoretically keep it secret until the power was restored...if that was time she had. “Um, Rarity...I'm not sure I can hold out long enough.”
The Element of Generosity was not surprised to hear the younger designer's concern. “I understand, darling. Truth be told, I'm not feeling very confident either.” Her voiced wavered off, she definitely sounded nervous, if a little more composed. “But what can we do about it? We're trapped for who knows how much longer.”
That was a good point, the two of them were in a pretty limiting situation, they really had nothing to work with. So if she wasn't going to wait and she didn't want to pee herself... “I think I may just have to...go.”
“Hm? Yes, I need to...relieve myself as well. Isn't that what we were talking about?”
“No no, I mean...I need to use the corner. I really don't think I have another option, it really hurts.”
She heard Rarity gasp, but whether it was shock or disgust she didn't know. “Coco, dear, please reconsider. I know you're better than stooping to such an incredibly demeaning level, we just need to endure!”
“I know, I don't want to do it, I would never do something like this in any other situation, but this is an emergency!” Still sitting, Coco's legs crossed together incredibly tight, her white coat stroking her thighs as they rubbed together and caused some real friction. Just talking about how close she was to losing it was making it a self-fulfilling prophecy, causing a couple little bits of pee to squirt into her panties.
Without a doubt, Rarity was still very much against this idea, but she could tell, Coco was suffering. They had been in this elevator for over an hour with no signs of help, no lights appearing anywhere outside to indicate the power being restored, it didn't look like their luck would change any time soon. If her friend was being serious about her need, she didn't have much of a choice but to sympathize. “I suppose...if you absolutely need to, I shouldn't stop you. Just, please try to finish quickly, for my sake.”
Rarity had always been nice to Coco, but it still felt really nice when it happened. “Thank you so much, Miss Rarity!” Not that she technically needed the permission, but if Rarity needed to pee too, she didn't want to torture her with the sound.
Now she needed to get into position, and that was going to be hard. Her left hand flicked its fingers across her phone screen and activated the flashlight, temporarily blinding Rarity as it shone on her for a second, before the focus was changed to the nearest elevator corner, just so she knew where it was. The light went out as Coco slowly crawled to the edge, keeping her right hand squarely in its place between her thighs, stopping when the free hand she was holding in front of her felt the wall, so she was directly facing the angle, already squatting.
This was basically the equivalent of being in the bathroom stall, given the extraneous circumstances, but she froze from lack of courage. Quite amazing that she got this far before worry got to her, but what a surprise, she didn't want to take her underwear off with the knowledge she was not the only one sharing this enclosed space. With her weight balancing on the front halves of her feet, she began bouncing as she tried to work up the fortitude to strip a little.
“Come on, just pull them off and go,” she whispered to herself. “I have to pee so bad, I just have to take my panties off, and then I can empty, just do that much.” She tried to tug on the clothing, but she just couldn't bring herself to remove them, like there was a physical force keeping them on. Clearly she didn't have much need for modesty, she had no issue lifting her skirt up to expose what it covered, but that last step was just too much.
Her bladder wasn't waiting a second longer. It had already been leaking up to this point, but all control was lost as she began positively gushing with a satisfying hiss, straight down her legs as it warmed them considerably. There was no going back from this. “Oh, forget it!” She spread her knees apart to clear the liquid's path as it continued to drench her underwear on its way down to the carpet, some soaking into the soft flooring while all the rest that couldn't be absorbed fast enough pooled on the impact spot and started making one loud splashing.
She couldn't help it, Coco moaned at the immense relief she was feeling. Her poor bladder was near to bursting just a minute ago, and now all of its contents were being forcibly ejected...onto the floor, sure, but when a girl's gotta go, right? But no matter how loud she expressed her relief, there was no way it could possibly drown out the pee sound, more like the filling of a bathtub than an overfilled mare.
Okay, it was really good for Coco, but she wasn't the only one trapped in here. Just because Rarity had given permission didn't mean she had thought through whether she'd survive it. The sound of splashing from a few yards away was making her bladder wild, as it pulsed and shuddered under the force it was holding. Its owner, who had been working so hard to keep her composure, was now forced to reach up her dress to hold herself, just in time to feel a little warm urine jet through her thin panties onto her hands. At least she knew the dark purple color would hide a stain, though the light dress over it may not fare so well.
She was managing, however, she was sure the urge would pass soon enough and she'd make it to the bathroom just fine. So long as nothing startled her, which means something would. There was a hum of electricity running through the ceiling, which would have been a good thing a minute before, as would the lights flickering back into order.
Too bad Coco didn't want to see or be seen at the moment. Suddenly, her peeing was completely visible, to both herself and Rarity, never mind the possibility of someone outside suddenly able to see through the glass walls. And honestly, Coco didn't like what had been illuminated to her. Being able to see her shame suddenly reminded her that this is indeed what she had resorted to, and maybe she should have listened to Rarity telling her to wait a little longer.
Speaking of Rarity, the new brightness gave her way more of a sight than she ever needed. Coco facing away from her with her cream-colored skirt lifted up enough to expose her butt, as her cyan panties were being dyed darker by the waterfall pouring down from the center, into the carpet so saturated, it was shining.
“Nonononono,” Coco shouted. “Please stop please stop please stop!” She turned her head back around to Rarity, who was kind of staring. “Please, don't look!” Rarity was shaken out of the trance (in her defense, it was the reminder of her own dire need spacing her out) and promptly both closed her eyes and dramatically turned to look out the window instead, if only to make it known she wasn't enjoying the view.
Coco tried her best to make her bladder listen and cut off the river, but there's no way it would obey now, it had just been through too much. This raging stream wasn't going to stop until there was nothing more to fuel it...which happened much sooner than she was expecting. A powerful stream combined with a bladder not exactly the biggest made for a short bathroom visit, no matter where that “bathroom” may be.
Since there was nothing left, Coco slowly stood back up and dropped her skirt back down, making a point to walk as far away from her mess as she could, a couple drips following her...until the speaker crackled to action, startling the designer into losing the little bit left inside. “Hello, excuse me,” the low-quality PA system garbled out, “We're sorry for the wait, we've got the problem fixed and you'll be out shortly. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.”
Just hearing that dampened Coco's mood as she flopped into sitting next to her friend. “Isn't that just how it always is? The hold up stops when it's already too late.” She looked over Rarity, who was clearly still holding quite an amount. “You'll be fine?”
“I mean...I'll certainly need a change in underwear when we get back to our room, but I'll manage for a couple minutes more.” She didn't want to ruin her reputation by saying it, but if the elevator wasn't moving in the next couple minutes, she would definitely be adding to Coco's pond.
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Well, fortunately for the Element of Harmony, it didn't take long for them to start moving again, and they both ran into their room before they could be caught. Rarity was generous enough to let Coco use the bathroom first to rinse her panties out and wipe herself, though she only just barely avoided either forcing her out or bursting in to join her.
Once the toilet was hers alone, Rarity did not waste a second or a twitch into throwing her underwear down, so close to looking like she hadn't made it, and sitting on the cold seat. Just like her friend, her body let go immediately once it knew the time had come, in probably a more powerful torrent, though comparison may have been warped by the bowl of water Rarity was rapidly filling producing one amazing echo. If Coco had held it and was waiting outside listening to that...Rarity would not blame her if she forced her way in to use the bathtub.
The white unicorn let out a long gasp at how much relief she was feeling, it seriously sounded like she was running the sink rather than just peeing. The unrelenting cascade only slowed for a few seconds when she needed to catch her breath, and would resume its prior power once she was back to forcing it out. It took over a minute before it reduced to the level of a standard “I really need to relieve myself” bathroom visit, instead of the “I almost burst I had to pee so bad” variety she was working with. And almost another minute after that to stop entirely.
“Thank...thank goodness,” she sighed, grabbing a square of toilet paper and delicately drying her unmentionables. She stood up, bending over to place her panties back where they belonged, until she realized she had left them in pretty sorry shape, and sliding them snugly against her privates would only exacerbate the issue. So instead, she slipped her shoes off, in her haste having forgotten to remove them before, and stepped out of the underwear.
She grabbed the undergarment by the waistband and flushed the toilet, getting a brief look at what she had done to it. She was amazed how golden she made the previously clear water, how many foamy bubbles had formed on the surface, a true testament to the volume she expelled. Even for a girl that routinely lost herself in her work, this was without a doubt the worst she had to pee in a very long time, if the fact that she even considered the idea of doing it in the elevator wasn't proof enough.
Rarity quickly rinsed her panties in the sink and laid the wet item next to Coco's on the edge of the bathtub, and left the room into their quarters for the weekend. Her earth pony friend had already changed into her pajamas and was laying on her bed, facing away but with a solemn posture. That was certainly enough to make her feel bad, as she began undressing to put on her nightwear as well. “You don't need to fret, darling, I promise I will not talk about the night's events to anypony. I'd rather not let my share get out.”
“Thank you, Miss Rarity, but I'm ashamed enough that we even have to worry about that. I'm an adult making it on her own, shouldn't I have been able to hold it long enough? Instead I made a huge mess for some poor pony to deal with.”
Rarity sat down next to her and started patting her back. “It was an emergency, anypony would have done the same thing you did. Just from what I heard, I fully believe you were at your limit. It was just bad luck.” She started thinking if it would have been better if she had purposefully wet herself with Coco, no one would ever know and her friend would feel better about herself.
Or maybe that wouldn't have been necessary, because the earth pony rolled to face Rarity and smiled a little. “Thanks. It's just...you know, embarrassing that I couldn't make it.” She pulled herself further up the bed and began sliding under the blanket. “Let's just make an agreement to watch our drinking in the future.”
“Deal.” Rarity stood up to let Coco fully grab the sheet and used her magic to turn the room's light off, and tucked herself into her own bed. It was late, probably time to sleep.
Her eyes closed and about set to fall into slumber, Rarity was surprised to hear Coco talk again. “Actually, can we make another agreement?”
“What?”
“We should really carry empty bottles in our bags.”
The challenge of collecting the Bloodstone Scepter from a volcane was going to be dangerous, but Ember wasn't going to back down. True, her father, Dragon Lord Torch, had forbidden her from participating in the Gauntlet of Fire, but the draconian princess was disobeying her dad to get into the running for the position of Dragon Lord. However, she wouldn't be allowed to compete, so she needed a disguise, and she just happened to own a full suit of armor with a helmet, she painted herself green, camouflage was set.
Ember had just not considered one piece in her planning stages; armor, especially full-body armor such as hers, was very difficult to assemble on oneself with no assistance. Not only was it a tedious task, but it took up so much of her morning when she slept in, she needed to strain her wings to make it to the starting point on time, panting and heaving when the exhaustion hadn't even begun.
Unfortunately for the young dragon, her tiredness wasn't the only thing plaguing her, it wasn't even the one at the forefront of her mind. She had been so busy equipping the armor and painting her scales, she didn't have the time to relieve herself. Dragons don't need restroom breaks as often as ponies, they have pretty good bladder capacity, even the small Ember got by perfectly fine with one well-needed, pretty long pee after waking up each morning. She just rose too late to waste the minutes urinating this time.
That was the past, and at the current moment, she was in the crowd of dragons at the cliffside where the competition would begin, and they were thankfully paying her no mind, not even her massive father. However, her bladder was straining, telling her she really should let go, regardless of her location. The claws on her feet were digging into the stone beneath her, her right leg was twitching and her tail was trembling behind her. “Damn,” Ember muttered under her breath. “Gotta piss, gotta piss, gotta piss.”
Amidst all the murmuring, in-talking, and her ears under the helmet, Ember somehow heard the light scratching of claws behind her. She turned her body to look, not having much neck movement in the armor, and approaching was that purple and green runt of a dragon from yesterday. “I thought I released you, little one,” Torch shouted.
“I decided to compete. I am a dragon, after all,” the baby dragon replied.
Ember rolled her eyes at the shrimp of a lizard trying to be brave and went back to concentrating on her bladder. It wasn't just the fullness inside her, but her armor wasn't helping. It wasn't all metal, mostly on her stomach, but any part of her body that moved was instead a tough leather that still allowed for flexibility, but it was tight. That rough, cold material pressing against her pussy was really not helping her stay dry (in either sense).
So preoccupied with her pain, she didn't even realize her dad was talking, and was only knocked back to reality by every other dragon taking off from the cliff towards the volcano. “Crap,” she shouted as she ran off the edge and took off to the air, the jolt making her wince.
The first leg of the gauntlet was crossing the water pass to the volcano. Easy for winged creatures, except for the giant sea worms thrusting themselves out of the seas to either knock the dragons out of flight, or maybe eat them. Ember was a good flyer, under normal circumstances this would be egg's play. Just her luck that she felt like she could wet herself if she didn't focus on that, sapping away tremendously at her concentration. Still she flew, weaving around the sea worms, her hands gently rubbing her crotch to keep pressure down.
“You can do it, Ember,” she encouraged herself. “You're smart and capable, getting that scepter will be easy. Just don't piss yourself, that's the most important thing.” The sea worms were thankfully more into attacking all the other dragons despite her armor shine, so she had an easy time not paying full attention to the creatures. Her bladder was throbbing and pained, so full and bursting. The princess wouldn't whimper, but she really wanted to.
She was safe from external threats, so she breathed easy for a minute, when something unseen knocked into her stomach from below with a loud clang against her armor. It missed hitting her bladder and making her lose control immediately, but the force did knock the breath out of her, a light smoke leaving her now-open mouth and nostrils. She suddenly had no energy to move, her wings stopped, and she plummeted down to the water, unable to react as she sunk beneath the waves.
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Ember's eyes opened slowly, and multiple things all occurred to her at once. The first thing was that she had not drowned, or been eaten. Next, that little dragon was standing above her, so it would appear that he was somehow responsible for rescuing her. Finally, the one that hit her the hardest, she still needed to pee. It was nice that she didn't wet in unconsciousness, not that it would have mattered being underwater and all, but that meant she was still holding, and badly. “Hey, are you okay,” the other dragon asked, leaning way too close to her face. She tried to respond, telling him to back off, but all she did was choke some water she swallowed while drowning. She hacked it up onto her armor, which lead to another revelation; her helmet was off. Her arms flew up to search for the missing piece, and they were blue again. She turned her head to the sides, and her green paint was spread out on the beach, washed off from the water. Now, she had nothing to hide her identity, and even this foreign kid recognized her immediately. “Princess Ember!” “What do you think you're doing?” Being royalty, Ember was prideful, she didn't like the idea of this pipsqueak saving her life. He also wasn't leaving so she could get back to getting that scepter...and holding herself. “Only saving your ungrateful scales!” That was a distinctly female voice, as high-pitched as the tiny one was, it couldn't be him. Now that she was observant, that pile of seaweed suddenly seemed suspicious, what with its two sets of eyes. She stood up, wincing at the added force of gravity on her bladder, and ripped the lump away, revealing two ponies, purple and white. “Ponies?! What are they doing here?” Now ponies witnessed her failure, exactly what Ember wanted. “They're my friends!” “Friends? Dragons don't do friends.” He looked insulted by that comment, so she moved on, he did rescue her after all. “Whatever, I don't care as long as none of you get in my way. I have a gauntlet to win. I don't care what my dad said! I'll show him and every dragon who thinks I'm just a little princess there are better things than being big and strong!” Ember wanted to get these strangers away from her as soon as possible. She didn't want to be delayed any more than necessary on retrieving the Bloodstone Scepter, and she'd really rather be alone to deal with her bladder privately.
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Ember was flying through the sky with the baby dragon, Spike, on her back as lookout for the boulders the Slingtails were throwing, in exchange for being flown up. The two of them had covered for each other's secrets from Garble, and had come to the conclusion that a truce would be mutually advantageous, at least until both were at the entrance to the volcano. Ember rationalized that the sooner and easier she got up to the caverns, the quicker she could retrieve the scepter and get back to pee, because wicked wyverns she needed to piss so bad. Until then, she'd need to be tough and hold it. “Pull up! There's on on your tail!” That's why the help was needed, a boulder from behind her would have passed by unnoticed until it whacked into her, and she would not survive a second crash. Her bladder wouldn't, at least. She did as she was instructed by her passenger and ascended, which meant energy suddenly taken away from holding to her wings. “Give me more warning next time!” Another sudden movement would probably not end well. “I'm doing the best I can! Those things throw rocks fast! Go left!” A growl formed in Ember's muzzle, she'd throw Spike off if she didn't need him, but she did so all she could do was avoid the boulders. And of course, coping with all the sloshing she could feel inside. She was dwelling on it too much, that was only making it worse, but it was taking so much of her attention. The Slingtails were no longer a problem at least, because Ember and Spike landed on the outcropping volcanic entrance. Having rock beneath her feet was much more comfortable for the dragon, with one leg swiftly beginning to rub the other as soon as she hit solid ground. “Damn, I'm desperate. I really should have gone this morning.” “Did you say something, Ember?” And now Spike heard her disdain, though not clearly. “Ignore it.” Giant plumes of fire and screaming dragons from inside the cave showed that the struggle was far from over. Holding it longer would suck royally, she was starting to regret not doing anything about it on the beach, even if it was in the open with others right there. If she wanted any hope of making it through in her current state of distraction, she'd need the continued assistance. “Listen, Spike, I wouldn't have made it this far without you. So I guess, if you want to, we could keep working together. I mean, just until we get through that tunnel.” “Okay,” Spike shouted as he started climbing up Ember's leg to her back. Ember's eyes widened as his claws found footing between her scales, and knocked him off with her hand. “What do you think you're doing?! You don't need me to fly you anymore, don't climb on me!” “I do need you to fly, though.” He pointed into the cave and Ember's gaze followed his claw. That's when she saw the next obstacle; dozens of rock spires protruding from every part of the walls at constant intervals, something that wouldn't be possible without impressive flexibility and speed. Ember's head fell as she almost cried, but still allowed Spike to mount her before taking off once more. Dragon Lord Dad really outdid himself to pick his successor, because this tunnel was deadly. Ember had to twist her body in every direction to avoid the rain of rock slamming towards her while minding the heavier than expected baby she had to carry. She wasn't even thinking, it was all instinct, all she could process was how thankful she was to be limber and flexible. She was curving her body into C shapes, flattening herself as much as physically possible, and spreading her legs when spikes grazed the crotch of her armor. Just expending energy was not helping her hold it in, even worse moving her body so much, this was the beginning of the end. Her bladder was tired and starting to give in, it leaked a few drops into the leather, which at least didn't absorb it and make it obvious. It was crazy how much she just wanted to grab herself to relieve pressure, but that could lead to a fate far worse than an accident. Somehow, they both made it through relatively unscathed into a chamber with a sheer drop into lava, but Ember was not okay upon landing. She instantly fell on all fours with her legs together, panting and heaving. More drops began leaking out, now starting to stream out a little from the pant legs of the leather. So preoccupied with herself, she didn't notice one of Spike's pony friends, the white one (who somehow got this far wearing a rock disguise), sliding off the edge, not until Spike jumped in to pull her back, which he just barely managed without suffering the same fate. She was quick to thank her savior with a hug. “Oh, thanks, Spike!” Spike sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “It was nothing.” Somehow, miraculously, Ember regained control over her bladder, if barely. Even with a dragon's natural advantage in that area, it was almost unbelievable how badly she needed to pee right now, she honestly felt like she was about to burst and thinking about it was not making it better. No, she couldn't dwell on it any more, not if she wanted to stay dry. She was still able to put that aside to respect what Spike did, even if it was stupid. “Nothing? You just risked everything to save her! And they're putting themselves in danger just to support you!” He seemed surprised at her surprise. “Well, that's just what friends do. Don't you have anyone who looks out for you?” “Not really. Unless I count you.” Being sappy was not something dragons did, it made Ember uncomfortable just thinking about these niceties. No, it was probably her bladder, another wave of intense desperation hitting her like...one of those boulders from earlier, actually. Now she had Spike and his friends looking at her, though, she couldn't grab herself this time. It wasn't just because she was a princess with an expected visage of dignity, she had just opened herself emotionally to this baby dragon, she'd look stupid if she kept rolling with the exposures. There was only one way to fix this in her mind. “Which I don't! Because we were only helping each other get through the tunnel, and now we're through the tunnel, so that's it.” Upon hearing that, Spike froze. “So we aren't really friends?” He sounded sad. “Maybe if we were in Ponyland, but like I said; dragons don't do friendship.” And she flew off, though she looked too eager to leave for her liking. At least she resisted grabbing her crotch again until she was definitely out of sight, so everyone else was none the wiser as she departed deeper into the catacombs. Without really looking, Ember found herself in the next trial, different passages covering every centimeter of every wall, with the idea to find the right one. That wasn't so much the dragon's current concern, because she stopped moving, merely hovering while every scale on her body trembled. She began whimpering and squeaking as she unintentionally descended, her knees (covered by armor) hitting the rock bottom. She crossed her legs tight while her hands vigorously rubbed her pussy, sending her falling to the ground with her butt raised up, tail shaking like a rattlesnake. Even a trained dragon such as herself took almost a minute to recover and stand from the wave after wave of her urine begging, pleading to be released. “Recover” may not be the best word, because even upright, her claws did not move and she was dancing in place to hold it longer. “Fuck...gotta piss need to piss where can I piss I'm gonna piss,” she kept repeating, frantically looking at every opening. It was no longer about getting the scepter and returning, right now she needed a few minutes of privacy to do something. It meant she needed to leave Spike behind, even if he was nice, but sacrifices needed to be made. There were so many different paths that odds were high she could pick a random one and be unseen, there could be no better time than now. Looking really panicked with nothing to hide, Ember ran into one of the tunnels. Just as she had expected, the choice she had picked was a dead-end, it just happened to be what she wanted right now. It was a shallow room with nothing but the opposite wall, but that was not going to stop Ember now. She hurried to that wall, stood about a foot in front of it, ready to let go on the rock, until she suddenly realized the biggest obstacle was not location, it was removing her armor. Both metal and leather were connected on the back and she'd need to remove both completely, strip down fully, if she wanted to pee. The leather was even too tough to allow her to pull the crotch aside as a shortcut. Things had to be difficult. “I don't have time for this,” she shouted angrily to no one. “I'm going to soak my scales in a few seconds!” She could feel that intense burning inside, the kind being a dragon did not alleviate, she physically could not last much longer. The thought crossed her mind to just rip the leather off, she was more than capable of that strength even sapped of her energy, but that would leave her full vulva exposed to any of the other dragons, and she would not give them that kind of view. So, as much as she was against it, she'd need to meticulously remove her armor. Keeping her left hand gripping her crotch as tight as she could manage, her claws piercing into the top layer of the leather, Ember reached her right hand behind her back to the base of her wings, where the clips to her metal armor lay. With as much finesse as a direly desperate dragon could draw upon, she snapped the clasps undone and allowed the chestplate to fall forward off with a loud clang. She kicked it away, her foot shaking the whole time as she bounced on the other knee, not enough to prevent further dribblings of urine. Now it was just this last piece between the dragon and sweet release. A bunch of knots kept the tight cloth on her body, and they needed to be untied. Oh how badly she wanted to just tear the ties and get it over with, but then it couldn't stay on after. Still, she tugged on the string, when she realized that, in her rush that morning, she didn't tie them very well, they were almost falling apart on their own. All it took was a little yank for each of the straps to get them loose. Finally, something was going right in her day. Amidst the torturous pain, Ember still managed a smile as the back flaps began falling apart...but then it stopped right above her ass. Just another disrobing obstacle to build her fury, she began shaking even more violently in rage, her tail slamming the rock floor, the spiked armor on the tip piercing the stone. “My fucking tail!” The butt of the leather had a short tube on the rear she slid her tail into, because fuck everything had to be impossible for her. She reached back to the base of her tail, bending at the knees, trying her hardest not to pee. She couldn't resist, though, as a thick stream of piss jetted from her urethra into her garment, once again flowing down her legs in rivulets between her scales. Ember was so close, she just needed her tail free, and then she could step out of the armor and finally take that long-awaited leak, and her exhausted, strained, bursting bladder couldn't take it any more. Unlike every previous lapse in control, this one wasn't stopping, only growing in volume. “Shit shit shit,” she yelled in anguish. It was too late to say she didn't wet herself, but it was still a race to reduce the shame and damage. The princess couldn't be careful any more, now that she had a little slack on the rear, she yanked her tail up through the hole, the spiked tip sliding off against the tail hole and clanging against the granite ground. She strained as the appendage tried its hardest to snap free, the warmth (which did feel good to a dragon) spreading down her legs, through the gaps in her scales. The sound of hissing was audible above her grunts of fighting back. It was honestly unbelievable when it happened, but her tail slipped out from the top of the back fold of the leather and swung free. But then the whole piece refused to fall further when there should have been nothing left to hold it up. She was ready to surrender, until she realized she had somehow ignored her sleeves all this time. With determination previously unseen, the blue dragon pulled her arms in and gravity did the rest of the stripping for her. It felt like it had been hours, like her bladder had literally been at its breaking point, but there was absolutely nothing left for her to hold for, not that she had been doing such a good job of it towards the end. But now it was over, she was peeing and not wetting herself this time, the natural force propelling the stream in a forward arc, crashing into the rock wall with a loud splash and streaming down to the floor like a golden waterfall. Ember couldn't resist, she sighed quite happily at the feeling of the intense pressure fiercely leaving her body, her tail swinging around as another indicator of her mood. Yeah, she didn't really make it, her legs still felt incredibly warm with urine soaking down them, but it's not like there was any shortage of what was pouring out cleanly onto the wall. Dragon bladders were giant, after all, what was soaked into her scales was a small fraction of her capacity. The heavy, continuous flow from her urethra was more than decisive evidence of that. Seriously, this felt really good to the little dragon, her tongue hung out as she panted light smoke. She wasn't really staying hidden, what with the loud echo throughout the caverns and the pungent scent any nearby dragon would smell, so she could really let loose with her enjoyment. “This feels goooooood...had to piss so much.” There wasn't much threat of a peeping pervert, she and Spike had clearly overtaken the competition, that's why she felt able to bail to use the bathroom. Besides, if she turned around and found a dragon staring, she'd tear him apart and have the royal right: even more so when she'd become Dragon Lord. The hunt for the Bloodstone Scepter was about to resume, because Ember's pee was almost ending. The force was no longer enough to hit the wall or even push forward, not that it mattered. The puddle she had created was so far-reaching and massive that she was already standing in it, peeing directly at her claws wouldn't do any damage, it wasn't deep or anything. Once the final trickles fell, Ember shook her hips to dislodge stubborn drops insisting on sticking to her vulva. Now, she was as dry as she could be, and she accepted the finality with another sigh. She couldn't lie, that felt nice and relieving, wetting in the caves was the best decision she could have made. But she needed to get moving, even with a lead, precious minutes had whizzed by without her making progress. Rushing, she redressed into all the armor she left strewn across the floor, shaking the leather to dry it out as best as she could. She could still feel the wetness when the crotch touched her sensitive scales, but it would work. No time to waste, she thrust her wings and flew out to explore every other cave she had neglected. There were tons of them, so there was also basically no chance of any other dragon discovering the little pond she had made if they hadn't already. She still reeked of urine, any of her species would pick up on that if she got within even yards of another, but they'd keep their mouths shut if they were smart.
The day had come for the wheels of the siren's big plan to begin rolling, as they walked through the hallways of Canterlot High. Thousands of years ago, Princesses Celestia and Luna had banished the trio of temptresses to another dimension for their brainwashing schemes, using their hypnotizing music to control the native ponies. The land they had been sent to had changed their forms, from their original dragon-esque bodies to ones identical to the inhabitants of this world, the humans.
“Alright, all you need to do is sing and get all the humans here under our control. Do you think you two can do that without screwing it up,” asked Adagio. Adagio Dazzle was the oldest, and self-appointed leader of the sirens, and she was demanding. She didn't take mistakes from her subordinates well and she made no secret that they were a burden to her, but she was still with them even after the millenia. Whether she thought she could still use them or she didn't want to be alone, she wouldn't tell.
“Why are you blaming me? Sonata is the one who usually messes up the plans.” Aria Blaze was the middle siren, and she was by far the grumpiest. She also hated her “partners”, but never left either. It was just as confusing. She was the most invisible of the three, as she usually stayed quiet and didn't have an endearing character quirk.
And that just left the youngest, Sonata Dusk. She was the perky, energetic one that tried to be friendly. She was also very naive, and her loud demeanor had caused them problems in the past. But she was the only one that actively tried to stay close to Adagio and Aria, believing that they were all friends. Right now, her light blue hair with darker highlights was tied back in an (ironic) ponytail, wearing a dark maroon jacket and a pretty short pink skirt, topped off with very tall pink boots. It was a very eye-catching outfit.
As ditzy as she was, she wasn't going to take such a blatant insult from Aria. “Oh yeah, name one time I ruined one of your plans! I'm just as dedicated to the cause as you girls!”
Adagio covered her face with her hand. “Is that true, Sonata? Then how would you like to explain that little incident at the pizza place 27 years ago? Your so-called 'Bite of 87'?”
“He had pepperoni on his face, and I was trying to get it. It was just a little blood, it's not like I removed his frontal lobe or anything. I explained this to you before, I'm pretty sure.”
Aria rolled her eyes. “Biting someone's frontal lobe out isn't as exciting as it sound, did it a long time ago, they just scream and go limp.”
“Now isn't the time to reminisce about violence, Aria, anyone could be watching. Talking about killing seems to be an easy way to get yourself thrown in prison, and that means an investigation. You want some police looking into who we are?”
“You want to shut up, Adagio? We're here, it's time for our show to start.” Aria was correct, they were standing at the doors to the school's gym, which were wide open. Inside was a collection of the students, some of them gathered in groups of band size, and the rest scattered to watch the preliminary round of the battle of the bands that was about to take place.
As soon as they walked through the entrance, they were met by Vice Principal Luna, who was holding a clipboard. “Dazzlings, you're towards the end of the bracket, so you'll be waiting for a while.”
As soon as Luna had finished directing the Dazzlings, one of the groups had taken the stage, and Luna was called back to the judging table with her sister. That left the three of them alone, and no one was coming to interact with them. They were certainly the talk of the school, with their sudden appearance and influence over everything that had been happening with their hypnotizing voices. But even with that, no one wanted to come close to them, either through intention to preserve their mystery or that they let off an air of unpleasantness that caused people to avoid them directly.
First on the stage was Snips and Snails as rappers. As soon as they started with the personal beatboxing, things went downhill quickly. While they were better than all the rap music you'd hear on the radio, it was still on the level of “tortuous”. Doing their best to ignore the performance, Adagio and Aria began snickering to each other and riffing over the music, Sonata wandered off to the nearby snack table.
The selection of food was very basic, bowls of chips and pretzels and...“FRUIT PUNCH!” Sonata was very excited about the discovery of the sugary drink present, she hastily grabbed one of the small plastic cups stacked next to the punch bowl and gripped the ladle, slipping from her hand once before it was well within her grasp, and its liquid contents were perfectly poured into the cup. She began moving it towards her mouth, until she saw that her partners were across the room, and decided to keep them company.
Unable to drink and walk at the same time, Sonata had no choice but to postpone the fruit punch for a little while. She slowly made her way across the gym, moving carefully as to not spill her very full cup. After a minute of movement, she was next to her friends once again, as they were in the middle of a conversation, and Aria was talking. “It's amazing how weak these enemies are. They have no rhythm, no rhyme...”
While she was speaking, Sonata took a sip from her cup. The taste made her butt into the discussion with her own opinions. “Yeah, and they have no idea how to make a good fruit punch! I mean, have you tasted this stuff? Below average.”
That was certainly enough to get Adagio and Aria's attention. Aria was the one to scoff and question, “And since when have you been an authority on drinks? Why does it matter if they make a bad fruit punch?”
Sonata felt a little offended. “I am a master on good sugary drinks, I'll have you know! I drink them all the time as you know, and I think that's enough to make me a conni...con...conical...person who knows their fruit punch. They clearly didn't put enough sugar into this, and it leaves your mouth feeling bitter in the aftertaste. Do either of you know where I could get some sugar here?”
No sooner than she had said it did another girl slide in. Not walked, slid. They stared at the oblivious, very pink girl who had joined the group, and leaned in close to Sonata. “Psst, you said you wanted some sugar?” She pulled the side of her jacket open, revealing a collection of hidden pockets. Reaching into one of them, she removed a handful of those small sugar packets you find on restaurant tables, and slyly placed them into Sonata's hand. “Now, if anyone asks, nothing happens, you got that?” As mysteriously as she had appeared, she vanished.
Thankfully, Sonata wasn't one to question a good thing happening. She took the miracle gift back to the snack table, ripped open one of the packets, and emptied it into the fruit punch bowl. She excitedly opened the rest at once, before she stopped with a realization. “But how much sugar is appropriate, and how much is too much?” It was a conundrum to be sure, and she was unsure about how to deal with it. She pondered the best course of action, taking almost two minutes to come up with an answer. “I guess I'll just have to sample each one until it's just right.”
She took the ladle and poured a small amount into her cup and promptly sipped it, before carefully considering the current taste. “Hmmm...I think I need a little more to have a full opinion.” She poured herself another full cup and drank it all down. A little more deciding, and she decided it wasn't enough. Another sugar packet and another full cup, that was how it went until she was satisfied, which luckily took her entire stack of sugar and nothing more.
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As promised, the Dazzlings would be the last to perform, so they had to stand around for about an hour listening to everyone else perform. Adagio and Aria had spent the full time quietly making fun of everyone that sang, ranging from the aforementioned tortuous to passable at best. At least until this other band, the Rainbooms, stepped up to the stage. True, they weren't great, but the sirens could sense some strange power emanating from their performance, something for them to keep an eye on. Or at least, Adagio and Aria could feel the energy. Sonata had her mind on something else at the moment. The realization that the probably-excessive amounts of fruit punch she had drank during the mixing process might have been a bad idea, not at all helped by the extra cups that had gone down once it was to her liking. All the liquid that she had put into her stomach wasn't going to stay there, and it was indeed on the move. Sonata needed to pee. Pretty badly, in fact. The high amounts of sugar sending her bodily functions into overdrive only served to make her situation worse. Her legs were crossed tightly, her foot shaking up and down from all the energy she had now, and her hands resting on her lap, not quite at the point where she needed to grab herself to retain control, but getting really close.
She took one of her hands off her skirt and poked Adagio in the arm to get her attention. “Hey Adagio, umm...I've got a bit of an issue.” Adagio sighed. “What is it, Sonata?” “I really, really need to go potty, I don't think I can hold it for that much longer. Can I just quickly run to the bathroom? I promise, it won't take long, please!” Adagio wanted to berate the blue siren for putting herself into this situation, that it was completely her fault and she would have to deal with it, but Sonata looked at her with the biggest begging eyes, and her superior felt a small amount of pity. “Alright, fine. Just get back here quickly, we're going to be onstage soon.” Sonata stood up and turned to the door, when the final notes of the Rainboom's song echoed through the gym. She looked behind to see them bow and leave the stage, whereupon Principal Celestia called out, “Dazzlings, take the stage!” Adagio and Aria stood at the call, and they both glared at Sonata trying to leave. She realized what they were expecting, and pleaded with them to reconsider. “Come on girls, can't you hold them off until I come back? I really don't think I can't wait!” Aria took the mantle of scolding Sonata. “Well, that's just too bad. You're just going to have to bear it until we're done.” “I'm serious, Aria! I really might have an accident if I try to go up there now! Please, it's only going to take a minute or two, that's all!” She was bouncing on her crossed legs, not enough to be easily visible to everyone else in the room, but a clear enough sign of her desperation to those that were close (or anyone that had a disposition towards watersports). She was dry for the moment, but how long was that going to last? Adagio grabbed Sonata's arm and started dragging her, getting a few yards until she wriggled free and walked with them on her own. Everyone was looking at them, she couldn't afford to make her need obvious, so she walked as casually as she could possibly manage. Her arms were at her side and her legs uncrossed, though they were still very close to each other in order to keep her crotch closed, turning her walk into more of a slow shuffle. They had to wait for Sonata to catch up once they were on stage, but she did eventually get up there and grabbed her microphone. Adagio did the rhythmic countdown, and on the invisible zero, the singing began. Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
You didn't know that you fell
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh They were singing in harmony, and the red amulets they wore around their necks began to glow. They powered up, drawing in the negative energy of everyone in the room. It was a great feeling, the feeding of such a large group, but it took concentration; focus that Sonata really did not have to spare. She was putting as much as she needed to to sing, but everything else she had was keeping her bladder under control with everyone watching. Now that you're under our spell
Blindsided by the beat
Clapping your hands, stomping your feet
You didn't know that you fell It wasn't just that everyone was watching. They were sirens, they preyed on attention, their song was forcing everyone to look at them, to take in everything about them. If Sonata wet herself, which was looking incredibly inevitable at this point, everyone was going to see. And if they did, would they ever be able to take the Dazzlings seriously? They required other people to survive, how would they get by if Sonata ruined everything? She'd be sent out on her own, there's no way she'd survive without Adagio and Aria! Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh
Now you've fallen under our spell
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh And it was only about to get worse. They seduced, that's what they did, and that wasn't possibly with only voices, as nice as theirs were. It also required motions, and taking advantage of the human bodies they were given, that translated into hip shaking. In unison, all three of them began dancing, and Sonata winced. She could feel her pent-up urine sloshing heavily, and it was increasing the pressure from painful to unbearable. She couldn't hide it anymore, she crossed her legs as tight as she could manage and gripped between her thighs with the hand not holding onto the microphone. We've got the music, makes you move it
Got the song that makes you lose it
We say "jump", you say "how high?"
Put your hands up to the sky She was supposed to put her hands up at that line, but there was no way she could do that right now. Everyone could see that she was on the verge on peeing herself, but she didn't care. She'd run off the stage if she was confident in her ability to move. The fact that Adagio was probably going to give her a beating for betraying the team didn't matter, she just wanted the release. We've got the music, makes you move it
Got the song that makes you lose it
We say "jump", you say "how high?"
Put your hands up to the sky She couldn't take it anymore, she just had so much punch inside her, and it was forcing its way out already. Her privates were loosening, a small tinkle dribbling into her neon green panties. She really didn't want to ruin them, they were her sexy panties, thin and lacy, but there was no way to prevent the soaking now. The embarrassment didn't matter to Sonata anymore, she was going to take her leak in front of everyone. And that's just what she did. It went unnoticed for a few seconds under the music and hypnosis, but everyone was paying attention soon enough. Adagio and Aria stopped in shock, the flow of nourishment abruptly cut off. All eyes were on Sonata, her eyes closed in ecstasy, the light yellow torrent pouring from under her skirt with a little forward arc, making a nice loud splatter when it crashed against the polished wood floor, splashing into a growing puddle with droplets jumping back up and spreading further. Sonata was in her own world of almost-orgasmic relief. All of the pain was flowing out, making her moan and breathe heavily. There was no shame in her mind, in fact, she had the sudden urge to make the best of it. One of her hands moved from their warm spot right next to the faucet, lifting the front of her skirt up on their way out, while the other began rubbing the fabric against her most sensitive area, sending the pleasure of the situation skyrocketing. Her knees faltered, bending her down and sending the stream further out, reducing the amount running down her legs and absorbing into her socks. She was peeing and masturbating in front of a crowd, and liking it. “Ohhhh, that's so much better.” Adagio and Aria couldn't believe what they were seeing. They wanted to grab her again and drag her away, punish her for ruining everything. They would have to start somewhere else to avoid association with the horny exhibitionist, and she certainly wasn't coming along. Until they felt something, something strong inside their bodies. It was more energy, coming in by the bucketload. “Aria, what the hell is happening?” “Sick freak of a crowd is enjoying this disgusting display. Damn perverts.”
The stone door was closing fast, its heavy rock preventing further access into the temple. With only a few feet between it and the floor. Daring Do was racing towards the narrowing gap, running as fast as she could to fit through the quickly-closing hole, so she wouldn't be locked out from the rest of the tombs. She was only one yard away as the door was too, forcing her down into a slide. Her back skid against the cold, hard floor, her head clearing the gap, while the wide brim of her hat snagged onto the floor and left her head. Right before the corridor was sealed off completely, she reached back and pulled her hat back.
Safely on the other side, Daring Do stood up and put the hat back on her head. She unbuttoned her dark green vest and pulled it off, leaving her in a light blue tank top that neatly exposed her cleavage, and very short dark gray cargo shorts that barely extended past her firm rear. With the vest in hand, she turned it so the back was facing her so she could inspect the damage from her slide. Aside from more scratches and scuffs of dirt, it was fine, so she swept it off with her hand and put it back on, without buttoning it this time.
This was what she did. Daring Do was a treasure hunter, she professionally raided tombs and temples in search of what was locked inside. She got into the field with the expectations that her findings would be enough to support her, until she encountered resistance. Her adventures began clashing her against Ahuizotl and his henchmen, who wanted those same treasures for conquest. He was dangerous and resourceful, and while Daring could keep the upper hand, she wanted to minimize her presence to keep herself safe, and selling off the gold and gems would lead them right to her. She instead funded her expeditions by writing stories of her work passed off as fiction under an alias.
She reached for her belt, pulling a small flashlight off of it and pressing the switch to illuminate the immediate area. With the new brightness, she saw exactly what she had come to expect from these sorts of places; cold, foreboding cracked and broken stone that housed thick masses of webs. That also meant lots of insects of all types, dangerous or not. The sorts of things that would scare off a normal girl, but that wasn't Daring Do. She was an adventurer, the scares of a temple couldn't frighten her. She proceeded down the halls, deeper into the catacombs.
It was silent, the only sounds coming from her heavy boots echoing, seemingly booming in the absence of other distractions. This sort of prolonged sensory deprivation was known to drive ponies mad, but to seasoned explorers, it was second nature. This gave them the opportunity to clear their minds, to become one with the paths they were traversing, allowing a map to be made in their minds using nothing but keen observation of the surroundings.
That would be the case, if Daring didn't have other things she was thinking about. She shivered, these places were cold, sealed off from the sun or outside contact for hundreds if not thousands of years. Daring Do was not dressed appropriately for the temperature. Sure, her attire was fitting for the hot, wet jungles that surrounded her work sites, but inside was a different story. Not that she couldn't handle it, but it was hardly comfortable.
And at the forefront of that discomfort was a small, but still there, pressure below her stomach. It was a feeling she was completely familiar with, she had dealt with it all the time. She had to keep well-hydrated out in the jungle, but that had the side effect of filling her bladder quickly. Right now, it was only a minor inconvenience, one she could ignore for the time being, and it wasn't like she hadn't had practice with holding before. She had experience with keeping her bladder in check, she could handle it. It's not like she could turn back anyway.
As she ventured deeper, her focus on the task at hand increased, and she was able to keep her mind off the growing amount of urine inside her. She expertly avoided the traps, contorting her body in ways only seen in professional gymnasts to dodge arrows, spears, and patches of light that could cause acute combustion. She was exerting her body hard, forcing her to stop and catch her breath after a particularly tricky wall-run. She bent over, put her hands on her knees and started breathing heavy. She had no idea how long she had been working, but it was starting to take its toll.
Constant hydration, exercise, and the persistent cold trapped in an inconvenient spot were more than enough to get the explorer to produce a lot of pee, and making her know about her predicament. She subconsciously pushed her legs together to ease the pressure, but as she didn't put much effort into the hold, its effects were minimal. She was now at the point where she had to seriously start thinking about her bathroom situation.
Daring Do was an outdoorsy girl, she had no problem doing her business anywhere outside a conventional restroom. Answering nature's call while squatting behind a bush was never an obstacle for her, but her current dilemma was a little different. When she was on a job, she regarded the dungeons highly, with history and significance behind every block of stone that made up her surroundings. She regarded them with reverence and would never defile them. Taking a leak on the floor would fall very clearly inside that restricted area.
This wasn't the first time she had been in this situation, obviously. These same conditions were recreated almost every time she did this, and it usually ended in close calls. More often than not, she'd be rushing out the door as soon as her job was done to find relief. She had avoided a full-on accident to this point, but that didn't mean she didn't dampen her shorts almost every time. The threat came in when she didn't know how much longer she'd be inside, and therefore couldn't accommodate for that. She had no frame of reference without that time, but instinct was telling her that she had to go worse than she had before, considering the presumed little progress she had made already.
Even so, she had no choice but to more forwards. She was strong, she wouldn't bow to something like this. It may not be comfortable, but she could fight through it. She was here for a treasure, and she wasn't leaving without it. She was the one in control, her body would submit to her terms and last as long as she needed it to. She stood up straight in a rush of confidence...until another strong spasm from her complaining bladder forced her to bend over again, legs crossed, a hand now being pushed into her crotch to keep everything under control. She stayed in this pose for almost a minute before her body calmed down, allowing her to keep moving, significantly more careful this time.
An hour passed of walking, slowed by her hobbled walk, constant need to stop and regain a modicum of composure, and bypassing obstacles ground her to a near-halt. All in all, it probably would have taken around 20 minutes if she could work at her full capacity. She was in real pain now, her bladder an agonizing mass that demanded her full attention to keep under control. Her hands were now glued between her legs, as was her tail for the slight advantage it would provide, and moving them would surely spell disaster. She still technically had control, but it was close, and there was a small wet spot on her shorts from near-losses.
Still, she had succeeded in half her plan. Directly before her, standing on a pedestal, was the prize she had worked extra-hard to obtain. Clad in solid gold, it was the Alicorn Scepter, one end holding a bright red gem, and the other the image of a pony's head. Limping to its stand, she grabbed it with one hand she could spare, and when its removal didn't trigger another trap as she had come to expect, she breathed a sigh of relief. That turned out to be a mistake, relaxing too much was an invitation for her bladder to do what it wanted, and she had to concentrate again to prevent a complete loss. But her job was over half-done, all she had to do was leave. It would be the easier half, as she knew the way and the traps were triggered. She preferred not to think about how she would handle that wait.
“Well, Ms. Do, it looks like I've got you exactly where I want you.”
Daring Do turned around at the sound of her name, and the voice that said it. The sudden turn sent another shock through her, but she had no choice but to hide her pain from the one who called to her. Standing before her was a strange creature, blue in color, with gold jewelry and an extra hand on his tail. She stood up straight, refusing to show weakness to her arch rival. “A-Ahuizotl!”
She couldn't help the stammer, her body was reaching its limits. Ahuizotl did not fail to notice her concern. “Oh, is the great Daring Do having some sort of trouble? Perhaps the burden of that Alicorn Scepter is too much to bear? Well then, you've got nothing to fear, because I can take that away.” His tail reached out and grabbed the scepter right from her hands. He was expecting his foe to struggle as she did, but she didn't move as her treasure was taken from her. All she did was grunt in pain and fall to one knee.
Ahuizotl was disappointed, he loved the thrill of the fight. “Aw, what's the matter, Daring Do? You look like you're in pain. Now, I know that's not the Daring Do I know, so why don't you share your problems with your friend, Ahuizotl?”
Daring growled, but didn't move in fear of losing control. She absolutely could not have an accident in front of Ahuizotl, because that would absolutely result in her dignity being forcefully taken from her for as long as she continued to face him. All she could do was say, “Go to Tartarus, Ahuizotl.”
“Tsk tsk, no snappy comeback this time? Something really has happened to you, and it's making me sad. I think I owe it to you to fix this.” He looked over her closer, and realized she was subtly shaking, and he might have heard a soft whimper. He smiled deviously, “And I think I know what you need.” He menacingly approached her with all three of his hands outstretched.
Now, Daring Do was panicked. Ahuizotl would no doubt throw her into another deadly trap, and while she had escaped every single one, now was not a good time. She still had resolve, and wouldn't have an accident. The tradeoff was that it severely limited anything she could do, and mostly forced her into staying still. If her mind wasn't working with her two current problems, she would have questioned what her escape plan would be, even without Ahuizotl, considering her severe desperation.
Ahuizotl was still getting closer, a toothy grin growing. It was clear that he was going to enjoy this, which scared Daring. He reached behind himself and pulled out a strong rope, which he used to quickly tie Daring up with her arms behind her, ending up behind her in the blink of an eye. Having three hands had advantages. “Now, Ms. Do, the fun begins.” He laughed evilly, causing Daring to close her eyes in instinctual fear.
The absolute last thing she was expecting was one of those hands touching the front of her shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping them and letting the flap open. When she opened her eyes in shock, Ahuizotl was inches from her face. She screamed and wanted to push him away, but with her arms tied, all she accomplished was falling over backwards.
On her back, all she could do was look forward at her rival licking his lips as he moved in towards her shorts. He gently pulled the undone shorts down, and somehow smiled even harder. “Oh, does the famous Daring Do not like to wear panties?” Daring grimaced, she really didn't need him knowing that she had skipped out on underwear that day.
She didn't know what she should be doing now. The thought of Ahuizotl molesting her was scaring her, and she wanted to run. Her bladder was now a secondary concern, she needed to get out of here as fast as she could. If she could stand up without using her arms, she'd run out without her shorts. Nonetheless, she attempted to shift her weight, hoping to at least make it to her feet again. Her upper body starting rising into a sitting position, and from there, she'd be able to escape.
Ahuizotl wasn't going to let that happen. He forced her back down onto the floor, holding her down by her arms and leaning in close while his tail continued focusing on her nether regions. Daring started panting, both from worry and arousal she really didn't want to be dealing with. “W-what do you think you're doing, Ahuizotl?!”
“I have a unique skill, Daring Do, something you should have noticed by now. I have special eyes, I can see whatever you've been hiding. And right now, you're telling me that you're feeling a little bit lonely, that you need any kind of a man to please you. All these hands aren't just for show.” His eyebrows bounced and he winked, his tail going between her legs.
“What are you doing, you pervert?!” She yelled at him almost immediately, after he had only brushed her privates. This was it, she was trapped with this creep of a villian, who was going to do terrible things to her while she couldn't fight back. This was also ignoring that she was now bursting to pee, and it was inevitable that she would lose it here.
But, even with all of that...she was somehow enjoying this moment. Ahuizotl had a point, with her strenuous work and secret identity, she hadn't been able to have a stallion to pleasure her or show her comfort. She hadn't felt the loving “embrace” of a man for years, and it had left her neglected. Sure, she'd take care of herself when she had the time, but there wasn't a comparison, having someone else was much better. She didn't want to be accepting this, but her primal side was fine with it for scratching an itch she needed pretty badly. She moaned and stopped resisting, it was just feeling too good now.
Ahuizotl's fingers were going everywhere right, almost instantly putting Daring Do on the verge of an orgasm, a combination of his innate skill and how long it had been since she had felt something like this. She was really getting into it, moaning and thrusting in a rhythm as Ahuizotl placed his fingers inside her, as far as they would go. Daring closed her eyes as her climax neared, and she let out a shout to indicate her extreme pleasure.
Daring's feminine juices squirted out of her marehood, coating Ahuizotl's hand in sticky release. He pulled away and shook his hand to clear off the mess, and once the majority was gone, he dusted all three of his hands together as a symbol of victory. He sighed while his partner panted as they both reveled in the afterglow.
Almost a full minute later, Daring suddenly remembered what her very serious situation was before Ahuizotl showed up, when her bladder did not hesitate to remind her very strongly. She suddenly felt a sharp stabbing below her stomach, and with her hands still restrained, the only thing she could do was cross her legs while she was still lying on the ground, which she promptly did and shifted her weight from side to side in an attempt to fight off the pain. She knew it was hopeless, she was absolutely bursting now and honestly didn't even want to hold it in anymore.
Ahuizotl looked back at the mare he had just taken care of, and noticed that she was still struggling. “Oh, does Ms. Do have something else that she needs to take care of. I can take care of that one too.” He reached out with his hands again, towards her still-covered chest, and...began tickling her fiercely.
That was the final breach for her, Daring's bladder completely lost it. The stream started off powerful and splashed all over the insides of her legs, creating an impressively loud hissing noise that started to include a light dribble from the droplets that ran off her legs into the growing puddle below. It was warming her thighs, the hot liquid coarsing through her soft coat, blending in with her natural golden color.
Ahuizotl leant back and smiled. “Aw, did the little treasure hunter need to go potty,” he asked in a mocking tone. “You're just full of surprises today, aren't you?”
Daring ignored him, lost in the pleasure of her release. She had been holding on for way too long, and letting that out was one of the best feelings she had felt in a long time. It was pain, flowing out of her, leaving waves of pleasure in its wake. Her eyes closed again as her face broke out in a blush, and she began moaning again. The pitter-patter of her urine only grew louder as she got more comfortable, letting any semblance of modesty fall apart before her, while Ahuizotl could do nothing but watch.
Minutes later, her waterfall finally ran dry, and she was left panting in a puddle of her own accident. It was a very large puddle, expanded past her knees and up her back the distance of her breasts, soaking her fur, tail, and vest, which was wet enough to begin dampening the tank top too. A sigh of relief followed, but even though she could very clearly tell she was done, there was still a very strong, lingering feeling, growing stronger in her nether regions.
Ahuizotl had gotten mildly bored, and he was now leaning upright against one of the walls, watching Daring only casually. Not to say he wasn't enjoying it, but with her legs in the crossed position, he wasn't getting much of a show out of it. That changed when he heard her make another sound, a moan crossed with a sharp cooing, as her breathing grew shallower, and she groaned. Her legs opened up, giving him a clear view of her privates winking, after which they clenched shut and another spurt of climax shot out.
Ahuizotl stood up again and approached Daring again, getting close once more. He lifted her upper body into a sitting position with ease, where he wrapped his arms around her back and untie her restraints. “Aw, you managed to orgasm even without me? Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? I feel like I'm wasted here, I'm unneeded. If that's how you honestly feel, I'll leave.” He faked a single tear and a sniffle, standing and turning towards the door.
Therefore, he was unable to see Daring positively leap from her position and grab him hard, forcing him still. She pulled one of his arms, enough to spin him towards her again. “Listen, what just happened, that's all just between us. It stays in this temple, neither of us mention it ever again, and for all intents and purposes, it never happened. Are we agreed?”
He shrugged. “If you're that concerned about your image, I could let it slide. But I can't be paid off that easily, you should know that by now. Not even this Alicorn Scepter would be a big enough bribe for something as big as this.”
Daring's mouth curved into a smile on one side, as she reached her arms to the undone buttons on her vest, pulling the sides apart past her arms, and flinging the garment to the ground. “That's exactly what I was hoping you'd say. I don't care who you are and what you've done to me at this point, the only thing that matters is that you've got a cock, I can see it right now, it's big, and I want it bad. So, you're going to do whatever I demand until I'm satisfied.” She pressed her face directly against his, intimidating but not considering what she was asking.
In the blink of an eye, Ahuizotl's hands went straight for her waist, pulling her tank top over her head and onto the floor, revealing that she had also ignored underwear on the upper half. Now completely naked, Daring dropped to her knees, a small shot of pain hitting her as they hit the hard stone. Lowered, she took Ahuizotl's very impressive penis into her hand, barely able to wrap her fingers around it. Not one to back down from something because it was hard, which it was, or challenging, she opened her mouth and slid it in, her tongue stroking its bottom as her head bobbed back and forth.
It had been a strange and very arousing experience the past 10 minutes.
“And the Cutie Mark Crusader camping trip has begun! Keep up, Spike!” Sweetie Belle cheerfully lead the pack.
Spike was lagging behind, carrying a large bag. He grumbled under the weight of the majority of their supplies. He wasn't sure why he agreed to tag along with the three fillies for their excursion. Well, maybe that wasn't a fair thing to call them, they had grown quite a lot since the days of their endless adventuring to gain their cutie marks. They had since graduated school, begun work, and moved apart as adults would do, especially when both Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo had traveling jobs. But a bond such as theirs couldn't be so easily disbanded, so they made sure to come back together and do something fun whenever they could.
So Spike was surprised when Apple Bloom came to the castle gates and asked if he wanted to go on a camping trip with them. Sure, he liked hanging out with them, they were a lot of fun and the only ones close to his age he could relate with. But even as they got older and mellowed out, they could get really annoying if exposed to in large quantities. For his own sanity, Spike hoped he could handle it.
At the same time, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo were wondering why they had asked Spike to come along. Yeah, he was a funny little dragon and generally very helpful, but he wasn't a part of the group. After all, dragons couldn't get cutie marks, which made him not a true member to the organization. But they had their suspicions. Sweetie Belle was the one who first suggested the idea, and judging by the way she had been mentioning and reacting to him recently, there was one pretty big possibility. Apple Bloom and Scootaloo coyly grinned at each other, both thinking the same thing.
Sweetie Belle, somehow also aware of her friends' thought processes (they were in-sync with each other at all times), attempted to drive the conversation to a different place. “So...any of you seeing anything interesting? Nature is a really fascinating place, there's bound to be something cool.”
Scootaloo sighed. “Sweetie Belle, we're in the middle of the woods. You're not going to find much of interest here unless you really like trees.”
Apple Bloom took offense to that. “And what is so wrong about likin' trees?”
“You know what I meant. These don't even grow fruit or anything, they're just...there. All they're doing for us is giving us shade.”
Spike chimed in with facts. “Well, these are oak trees, so beside the general benefit to nature they provide through photosynthesis, they have some of the best quality wood when cut down, making them ideal for fires.” When the three girls all turned to him confused, he answered, “Hey, just because I didn't go to regular school doesn't mean I don't pick up more than enough from Twilight.”
They had no problem imagining Twilight rambling on about trees in her spare time, so they accepted the explanation. Sweetie Belle wanted to keep it going, though. “Does Twilight always go on about useless topics when you're around?”
“Oh yeah, all the time. I've heard facts about weather patterns, marine life, mythology, magical history, anything really. It's not helping me much in my daily life, but I've got just enough patchwork knowledge to survive a trivia game.”
Scootaloo and Apple Bloom rolled their eyes and dropped the subject, continuing on their trail until Apple Bloom stopped them. “Hold on, this is a pretty good clearin'. Seems like a good spot to set up our camp.”
The other 3 saw no reason to argue, and Spike was all too happy to drop his bag. Now that they had chosen their land, Apple Bloom took over as leader. “The sun should be going down soon, so we need to do the necessary work now. Ah'll set up the tents, Scootaloo will make the fire pit, Sweetie Belle can clear the ground of rocks and sticks, and Spike will get firewood.”
“What? Why do I have to get the wood alone?”
“Because you're a dragon, ya'll are strong enough to handle it by yourself. Or am I wrong?” Apple Bloom leaned in close, smiling because she knew she had him.
Spike grumbled. Even if he still had the body of the same baby dragon he was 8 years ago, he wasn't going to back down from the challenge, not when his manliness was being tested. “Alright, I'm on it. And when I come back, you'll be impressed. Just you wait.” Spike walked backwards out of the clearing to keep eye contact, until he unceremoniously fell backwards over a rock. Quickly jumping back on his feet, he held his arms up and attempted to win back lost points. “Dragon scales, I'm not hurt. It'll take more than that to stop me!” Despite his outward appearance, he was embarrassed by his folly enough to scamper away to avoid the stares.
Now that Spike had gone off, the core Crusaders had their privacy, which made it the perfect time to ask Sweetie Belle a few questions, and Scootaloo was leading the interrogation. “Okay, Sweetie Belle, time to start talking. Why did you insist we invite Spike to come along with us?”
Sweetie's eyes grew wide as she started sweating nervously. “W-what are you talking about? Isn't he our friend?”
“Yeah, he is, but we're just curious. You've been talking about him a lot recently, acting strange around him, and first proposed the idea he tag along. What's your game?”
Sweetie looked between Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, both waiting for an answer, and realized she wasn't going to get out of this. She sighed and defeatedly replied, “Okay, but you have to promise to keep this a complete secret, Crusader's honor.” When her friends did the necessary hand motions to swear their secrecy, she obliged. “Fine. The truth is, I kind of have a crush on Spike. He's a really cute dragon, but after his failure date with Rarity a while back, he's been avoiding romance entirely. So, I suggested we bring him along so I could prove to him I could be his girlfriend. Now, you promised not to tell him!”
Apple Bloom waved her hand. “Yeah, yeah, we remember. It's just that Spike seems like a strange choice. Ah thought ya still had a crush on Button Mash.”
Sweetie Belle blushed hard and shook both her hands in front of her. “How did you know I thought that about him?” When her friends' blank stares gave their answers away, she felt compelled to explain. “Well, I did, but I'm not entirely sure now. He's still a nice guy, I think he would be a good boyfriend, but I don't think he's really romantic material. I want my first boyfriend to be romantic, like Rarity's books say it should be.”
Scootaloo seemed confused. “And...you picked Spike? I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm following.”
Before Sweetie could respond, loud footprints echoed nearby, interrupting her. When she turned to look, she saw what could only be Spike's legs, but his entire upper body was concealed by the large pile of logs he had. He dropped them on the dirt once he was close enough, and dusted his claws off. “Alright, I think I got enough. What do you think?”
He was met with the three wide-eyed fillies, their mouths agape. Apple Bloom was the only one able to respond. “Spike, that's...actually really impressive. How did ya carry so much in one go? We were expecting ya to make a few trips.”
Spike shrugged. “Well, what can I say? I may still be small, but I've got some strength in these dragon muscles. Don't underestimate me.”
Sweetie Belle nervously avoided eye contact as her mind filled with fantasies about the young dragon. She was now even further convinced she had made a wise choice in crush.
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Night had fallen, and the woods had created an atmosphere of solitude, serenity, and possible danger. In the center of this darkness was a small sphere of friendship, illuminated by the warm light of a fire, burning strong enough to ward off the outside environment and keep the circle pure. Or at least, warm enough to cook the marshmallows they were roasting. The four were stuffing themselves on s'mores as they told ghost stories around the flames, a better pastime now that Scootaloo had gotten over her fears of scary stories. It was a fairly standard way to spend a camping trip, but they were having fun. They were laughing, getting into acting out the stories they tell, and all around enjoying each other's company. Sweetie Belle was sitting close to Spike, who didn't mind her company. The fun was stopped in its tracks by Apple Bloom standing up and making a statement. “Can you hang on a sec, I gotta go take a leak.” Spike's mind immediately went blank when he heard her say those words, and he couldn't process what was happening. He stammered, “Y-you have to w-what?” Apple Bloom looked at Spike, unamused but confused by his outburst. “Take a leak. Ya know, pee? We've been out all day, and ah ain't gonna wait any longer to go.” Spike continued to stammer, not getting the words out properly, but backpedaling on his statement. “N-no, I know what you m-meant, it's j-just...I wasn't mentally prepared for this happening.” Scootaloo only sort of understood Spike's concern. “Well, what were you expecting? We're gonna be out here for a while, did you think we could avoid this little inconvenience? Speaking of that, I need to go too, so hurry it up.” Apple Bloom walked behind a nearby bush, where she unbuttoned her jeans and placed her hands around the waist before squatting down and hiding herself from view. Despite this, Spike still couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly out of respect, but he knew it was pure embarrassment over what was happening right near him. Thankfully for him, Sweetie Belle was siding with him. She whispered, “Don't worry about it, Spike. She does this all the time when we're out, working on the farm really doesn't give her shame in this sort of thing. Though, I think it's a good thing you're here, because she'll usually just do it in the open. I guess she's at least kind of embarrassed about being exposed in front of a boy.” Spike wasn't able to vocalize a coherent response, the best he could muster was a forced agreement. He was far too busy being focused on keeping his composure. After all, only a few feet behind him, was the unmistakeable loud sound of splashing from Apple Bloom. It was incredibly distracting, and he was fighting to stay somewhat proper. The struggle was hard, as was something else, as the growing bulge on the front of his shorts was attesting to. After agonizing minutes of silently sitting and waiting for Apple Bloom to finish, she finally concluded her business. Spike breathed a sigh of relief the same time Apple Bloom did, and he was so happy that it was finally over. That is, until he heard Scootaloo exclaim, “Damn, Apple Bloom, how much can a girl like you hold in? Alright, move out of there, let me use it already.” Spike wasn't able to look at what was happening, his focus now again on keeping away from the girls. It was torture, and his resolve was starting to falter. As much as he was trying to keep his inner thoughts where they were, Sweetie Belle took notice, and became a bit concerned. “Spike, are you okay? You look a little pale and freaked out, it's a little hard to tell with the low light.” Spike turned to face her, but only enough to see her and no one else. “I-I'm fine, Sweetie Belle. It's just...it's been a long day, it's getting late, and this weirdness happening now is making me feel a little tired. I think we should probably go into our tents soon.” Sweetie Belle nodded and turned a little away from him, when Spike swore he saw her crossed legs press together and shake. His mind immediately jumped to one possible explanation, but given that he was also dealing with Scootaloo's loud splashes, he pushed it out of his mind before the thoughts became unbearable. Finally, Scootaloo finished with herself, and Spike and Sweetie Belle turned back in that direction as she walked out from behind the bush, finishing pulling her shorts up and zipping them again, allowing Spike a little too much a view of her panties and cutie mark, not that she cared much. Sweetie Belle yawned and put her arm around Spike's shoulder. “Well, me and Spike agreed we're ready to go to bed for the night. Come on, we agreed the two of us are sharing a tent.” Spike normally would have protested, or at least questioned, when this decision was made, and why his vote was not included. Not that he minded, he always considered Sweetie Belle to be the least annoying Crusader and the one he liked being around the most. Now, though, he was more than happy to get away from the scene that just concluded next to him, and retreat into the tent with the girl he didn't have to listen to answering nature's call. Apple Bloom looked at what was left of the fire and shrugged. “Fire should burn out on its own now, so ah think we can pretty safely hit the hay now. Good night girls, and Spike. See ya'll in the morning for more adventurin'.” She and Scootaloo opened the flap to their tent and entered, leaving the other two alone outside. Spike attempted to follow Sweetie Belle into their tent before she stopped him. “Uh, could you wait outside for a minute while I get changed into my pajamas? Not that I can't trust you not to look, but I'd feel more comfortable with you outside while I'm nearly naked,” she awkwardly asked. Spike nodded and stood outside, standing near the embers of the fire to stay warm as Sweetie Belle closed the flap. Now that she had privacy, she grabbed her crotch without hesitation. She had been consuming just as many liquids as her friends, making her need for release just as bad as theirs, if not worse. Rarity's influence had some effect on her younger sister, to the point where she couldn't feel comfortable using the restroom in the middle of the woods. Not that she hadn't done so in emergency situations in the past, but now was different. Now, she had Spike to worry about. Besides the utter shame she'd be putting herself in doing something so private around her crush, but his reaction to her friends' reliefs meant she'd be putting him in an awkward situation too. It was inevitable, she knew that, but she couldn't bear to do anything about it now. She'd have to tough it out for as long as she could and think of something in that time. A tapping on the tent's door kicked her out of her thoughts. “You almost ready in there, Sweetie Belle? I want to go to sleep already.” She quickly obliged his request, taking off her day clothes and putting her pajamas on before calling out, “It's safe, Spike, you can come in.” The tent opened as Spike entered, ready to fall asleep. He quickly threw his shirt off, forcing Sweetie Belle to look away to avoid fantasizing about his body. That also meant she missed him kicking his shorts off, leaving him in his boxers until he put his pajamas on. Once he was set, he climbed into his sleeping bag, started the good night calls that reached the other tent, and they all fell asleep.
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Sweetie Belle woke up in a panic. She wasn't sure what vendetta Princess Luna had with her, but she had to have a dream about her on a raft in the middle of a river, which included an oh-so-lovely view of a raging waterfall. Even in the realm of dreams, she was completely at the mercy of her agonizingly painful bladder, which was not lessened upon waking. She was holding herself hard inside her sleeping bag, and knew there was no way out of it now. It was either outside or in her pants, no other option. As quickly as she could manage in her situation, she gently slid out of the sleeping bag and carefully stood up. But even that was too much for the poor young mare, as those simple and slow motions were enough to cause her bladder to spasm, making her leak a little into her panties. It was a pretty small amount, but it was felt, and she was incredibly worried. She opened the flap to the tent, and took one step outside. It was still dark. Really dark. There was no remaining light from their fire left, and while the moon had made its progress down to the point where its light was hidden behind the thick trees, the sun was nowhere close to rising. If these were normal circumstances, she could have used her horn to illuminate the immediate area, but that was not feasible under the pressure she was experiencing. Sweetie Belle considered her very few options. She could accept defeat, wet herself and deal with what that entailed. She could do her business directly outside the tent, and hope it dried up before morning. She could venture off in the darkness for more privacy and risk seriously hurting herself or getting lost. None of these were anything close to ideal, or even acceptable, but she was deciding which of these was the least of the evils. Or...she had one other possibility, one that could avoid all of the problems with her current choices. She could wake Spike up and have him help her. His dragon nightvision would allow her safe passage a distance away, where she could safely do what she needed to. It seemed like a good option, but it still had one flaw; she really didn't want to have Spike be a part of this. It could only be embarrassing to both of them, and it was entirely possible it would ruin her chances with him forever. But then again, would it be any worse if he woke up and saw that she had wet herself? She would look terrible either way, so she really should take the one where she could avoid an accident and the one Spike could understand. Even with that, her anxiety over the situation was making her hesitate on a decision, wasting precious seconds of control. Sweetie Belle finally caved in, not willing to embarrass herself further than what was necessary. Gently, she tried to wake Spike up, tapping his chest with her foot. Stretching one leg out was not helping her out in the slightest, but it was better than bending down low enough to use her hands, not even considering what it would do to remove them from their current holding position. When Spike was refusing to rise, Sweetie Belle got frustrated and stomped hard, kicking Spike in the ribs. That was enough for the dragon to take notice, as he woke up coughing. He quickly surveyed his surroundings, and found Sweetie Belle's foot hovering over him. “Sweetie Belle, what in Tartarus are you doing?!” Just as the outburst left his mouth, he saw the rest of Sweetie Belle, most notably her crossed legs, hands buried between them, hunched over, and horrible panic on her face. Spike's heart started beating faster, it got harder to breathe, and he went speechless. She didn't have the time to say much, but she managed to force out her command. “Spike...I need to go really bad...help me, please...” Spike had absolutely no idea how he should respond to this, especially when his mind went to some very naughty places on the thought of “helping her”. “B-b-bu-but, y-you...h-huh,” he stammered and spat out. His mind was racing, hitting every possible scenario it came across without spending any time on an individual one. Even with that, he couldn't help but take special note of just how much Sweetie Belle was struggling against herself and shaking under the pressure. Sweetie Belle really had grown, hadn't she? She had gotten taller (which Spike was not too fond of, he didn't like a girl his age taller than him), her voice had evened out even if she was still prone to squeaking every now and again, and, more relevant to Spike's interests, she had...filled out. Sure, her breasts were not nearly as big as Apple Bloom's, but she certainly wasn't flat-chested either, and she had a beautiful booty most other mares could never have. And now she was standing above him, her hands pressed very fiercely against her pants, her arms pushing her boobs together and making them appear nicer. Even if she was in agony, it was...well, it was cute, and he found himself unable to resist that. He sighed and resigned himself to his fate. “Alright, Sweetie Belle, I've got you.” He stood up and walked outside the tent, where he realized how dark it was. Not that he couldn't see well enough, but he could tell that his partner would be having a few problems, so he grabbed her shoulder with his claws and led her away. He tried his best to stay calm under the circumstances, but it wasn't easy. Sweetie Belle was doing nothing but struggling in his grip, letting out constant moans, cries, and an occasional Sweetie Belle squeak. It was hard to listen to, knowing his friend was in pain. Not to mention, all of this was giving Spike a few odd feelings, deep inside that he was really hoping he could keep inside.. After only a minute of slow walking, Sweetie Belle wriggled free from Spike's hold. “Oh, Spike...I can't wait any longer, I have to go now!” The amount of panic in her voice was astounding, as she bounced in a final push of holding. “I'm begging you, please don't look!” Panicking himself, both due to being an accessory to the situation and because she yelled at him even if she didn't mean it, Spike turned around completely. Because of this, he couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear it. The same sound that he had to deal with earlier, the same sound that was haunting his dreams that night. Sweetie Belle, peeing really loudly, so close. It was maddening. Listening to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo relieving themselves earlier was bad enough, and he struggled not to out himself during it. But this, this was so much worse. The other two had some distance on him, far enough that their sounds were quiet enough to be bearable. Sweetie Belle was only a foot behind him, and she was loud. She had to go so much worse than her friends, and it was obvious. Spike was breathing heavy and sweating, forcing himself to not do anything inappropriate now. Sweetie Belle, squatting on the ground and unleashing the contents of her bladder in a forceful stream, was feeling relief and ecstasy that she had never felt before, not at these levels. She couldn't help but moan happily in the feeling of the moment. And every time, she blushed hard and covered her mouth to keep quiet. Even in the happiness she had, she was still incredibly ashamed of what was happening. This was a last resort she only took out of horrible desperation, and she knew it. And of course, she was really scared of the boy standing directly next to her. Spike was her friend, and she could trust him to be a gentleman and not look. But even so, his mere presence was enough to make her nervous. What if this act made Spike too uncomfortable to hang around with her anymore? She hoped that Spike was above that, that he could be her knight that Rarity's romantics promised her love would be, but the pessimism was clawing away at her. Spike was visibly shaking, his mind fighting his body, to decide what he should be doing right now. Sweetie Belle, directly behind him, bombarding his ears with the constant splashing, the distinct smell of urine overflowing his nostrils, it was all too much for him. His developed mind relinquished command to his primal instincts, as he turned back and began to stare at the mare in her compromising position. Sweetie Belle's eyes had since adjusted to the darkness, allowing her some vision, but she was too preoccupied with herself to take notice of Spike's change of heart. It wasn't until another minute later, when she finally ran dry and her stream sputtered to a halt, where she could put her attention towards other things. She still had one little problem, so she looked at Spike and asked, “Hey Spike, can you get me a leaf to wipe myself with?” That was when she saw the dragon, staring intently at her. It took him almost 10 seconds to realize he had been caught, and to start reacting accordingly. Sweetie Belle felt betrayed. Spike had seemed like such a perfect guy, proper and nice. And here he was now, acting like nothing better than a complete pervert. She stood up, not bothering to pull her pants and underwear up first, and slapped him across the cheek. It ended up being harder than she intended, but she didn't regret the extra force. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SPIKE?! YOU PERVERT!” She yelled loud, probably louder than she ever had before. The shock of her shout was enough to bring Spike back to his senses. He went back to his original self, and began stuttering his answers again. “U-u-u-uh-o-oh...” His eyes were darting between Sweetie Belle's death glare, and her lower regions, which she was still neglecting and leaving exposed. It didn't take long for her to catch that, causing her to bend back over and pull her pants back up, her stare never leaving Spike. Spike felt like his soul was being pierced, and he found himself unable to lie or hide anything. Defeatedly, he confessed. “S-sorry, Sweetie Belle. I really shouldn't have done that, I know it was wrong. It's just...I-I couldn't help myself.” Sweetie Belle was not letting off the offensive, but there was a strain in her voice, like she was fighting back tears. “But why? Why would you do something like that? Why couldn't you 'help yourself'?” Spike really, really wanted a way out of this. He just wanted to escape now, anything to avoid having to reveal his deep secret. But he knew Sweetie Belle, even if she wasn't as forceful as her friends, she would make him tell. With no easy way out, he defeatedly gave in. “Okay, fine, I'll tell you. Just...please keep it a secret, it's hard enough for me to share this with you. I'm serious, Pinkie Promise!” Sweetie Belle went through the necessary chant and hand motions to swear secrecy. Spike sighed and continued. “I...I have a fetish. I was trying to keep it secret, because I think it's embarrassing and I thought I would just get laughed at if I ever told. But you've backed me into a corner, so...” He breathed in heavily, trying to summon the courage to finish his sentence. “It's...I like thinking about girls...peeing,” he quickly spat out to get it over with. His eyes were closed, not wanting to see Sweetie Belle's reaction, and he only assumed it was bad. When he forced himself to look again, Sweetie Belle wasn't disgusted or furious or anything he imagined. At worst, she was confused, and she was going to ask the questions on her mind. “Y-you...like thinking about girls...doing that? B...but why?” Spike grumbled and muttered under his breath, “See, this is why I didn't want to tell, because I have to go through this.” He began speaking up again, “I don't know why! All I know is, I was thinking of Rarity once years ago, this situation came into my head, and I ended up loving it! Even after our breakup, when I promised myself I'd get over her, she was just too hot to forget. And since then, I've thought of other girls in the same circumstances, and it was just as good each time.” Sweetie Belle wasn't sure how to take in what she was being told, but one part of that stuck out. “Other girls? You think of other girls besides my sister? I mean, I know you tried to forget her, but...I thought you gave up on relationships with anyone.” “Well, I don't think about them as often or as fondly, but yeah, there are other attractive girls. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and...” He muttered something under his breath, inaudible. Sweetie Belle leaned in a little closer to hear. “Who was the last one? Come on, you can tell me, I already promised to keep the secret.” Spike groaned. “Ugh, it's you! You! I have a crush on you too! But then I had to go and do this stupid thing, so you probably wouldn't even consider me anymore.” Sweetie Belle was taken aback hard. Spike had a crush on her too? “W-why did you tell me this before!” “Why? Because how did you want me to break that to you, 'Hey, Sweetie Belle, I have a crush on both you and your sister, also, I totally love thinking about you two peeing, preferably next to each other'?” Sweetie Belle didn't know how she was expected to respond to that. “Okay, maybe you shouldn't have said that, it's really not something I need to think about, but...alright, come closer.” She grabbed his arm and pulled. Even though her voice and demeanor had calmed, Spike was still expecting to get hit again. He felt he deserved it, so he closed his eyes and stepped closer, close enough where he was almost touching Sweetie Belle. He braced himself for the strike. The last thing he was expecting was a kiss, a forceful one directly on the lips. Not a quick peck, a loving make out, one that never seemed to break away. Spike's eyes flew open, and directly in front of his face was Sweetie Belle, enjoying the moment. He pushed her away in surprise. “Sweetie Belle, what are you doing?!” Her eyes still half closed, she gently put her finger over Spike's mouth. “Isn't it obvious, you idiot? You can be so blind sometimes, I like you too! I've wanted to tell you for a while but...you have a point, it's hard to tell your crush how you feel about them. That's actually the reason I invited you on this trip to begin with, so I could impress you and start a relationship.” Spike started blushing, hard enough that it was visible through his scales. “Y-you mean it? You really like me? So...am I forgiven? I know it was wrong, but is it all better now?” Sweetie Belle was ready to say yes, but a thought struck her. Rarity had taught her that while she needed to be delicate, she also needed to be assertive to get what she wanted. She smiled deviously. “Oh, I'm not so sure, Spike. Even if we like each other, I think you still need to really see what you did. And as far as I know, there's only one way to properly do that. You've been doing the same things we have, drinking just as much and haven't stepped away. So how badly do you have to go now?” Spike knew what Sweetie Belle was trying to pull, and he didn't feel comfortable with doing it. Not that he would say that, he'd sound like a complete hypocrite, so he'd have to make up an excuse. “H-heh, well, sorry to disappoint you, but dragons can hold a lot more than ponies. So...I'm pretty good now.” It wasn't a complete excuse. The first part was true, dragon bladders were closer to the size of an alicorn's than a normal pony's, allowing him a day or two between bathroom visits. His lie came in where he claimed he didn't have to pee. Maybe he really didn't, he couldn't tell completely, extreme arousal could fake the feeling, but he had that feeling now. Somehow, through witchcraft that Spike couldn't hope to understand, Sweetie Belle saw right through his lies. “Come on, Spike, if we want to have a good relationship, we need to be honest and open with each other. If I want to understand and accept your...interest, I should see it first-hand. Can't you do that for me, please?” She puppy-dogged her eyes, a skill she had remained a master of even as she grew, and clasped her hands together to maximize cuteness. Spike was starting to give in, but he had one last card to play. “Well, I know that you're getting used to the darkness, but you still can't see as well as I can. It would be a waste of time to make me do this if you wouldn't be able to see it well enough.” Sweetie Belle gave up on the cute act, growing tired of Spike avoiding her request. She went blunt, wordlessly making her horn illuminate, more than enough to completely light up the area around them. She stayed silent, but her face was enough to tell Spike his game was up. Spike realized this, too. He had nothing else to fall back on, nowhere to escape to. He was going to have to expose himself to Sweetie Belle. “Sorry. I know I shouldn't be doing this to you, considering what you did for me...even if it was accidentally.” He turned towards the trunk of the closest tree, and Sweetie Belle moved herself to the best vantage point. Spike bit the inside of his mouth, pushing forward despite his embarrassment. He reached down, pulling his shorts' button through its hole, opening up the slit on the front of his pants. He looked over to Sweetie Belle, hoping for one last chance to back out. She instead prodded him further. Sighing, he reluctantly reached through the open pants and pulled the brim of his underwear down inside, though he had no reason to undress himself further. After hesitating one last time, he pulled his expanded dragon dong out. That was enough to completely grab Sweetie Belle's attention. After all, despite her age, she had never seen a male's parts in front of her before, and she was getting an amazing first impression. Even with the verbal abuse he received, Spike remained very erect the entire time, and that was the size that she was seeing. It got her feeling very aroused, putting her in the same position that Spike was in earlier as she unintentionally started drooling. It took Spike a minute to get going, his erection making it difficult to start a stream, but it still happened. It began slow as he forced it through a boner, but it picked up speed quickly as he realized how relieving it was. He wasn't feeling much of an urge to go, but his large bladder size ensured that he was still letting out a considerable volume. He closed his eyes and sighed as he gave in completely, his urine now pouring out. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle was certainly enjoying herself. Watching intently, she licked her lips as she took in as much of what she was seeing. She wasn't in a position to deduce which part of it was making her hot, but it was doing a damn good job. “Oh, Spike...I think I understand why you like this so much...” Her panties were already considerably damp from her near-accident, but she was positively soaking them now. Spike snorted once in amusement. “Oh, really? Anything in particular you like?” The sight of Spike's little waterfall pouring out, the sound of it crashing into the large puddle he had created, the pungent smell that had made its way to her nose, these were normally things that would either not excite Sweetie Belle, or would outright turn her off. But there was something about what was happening, there and then, that made it irresistible. Maybe it was because it was the boy she liked, or because he was showing trust in her and liking her back. She had years of sexuality on her, she knew about how it worked, and she had spent plenty of time masturbating. But it was so much worse now, she was unbelievably horny, clouding her thoughts and making her latch onto anything remotely sexual happening. It was getting so bad that she couldn't focus, and her magical light was flickering in response. She had to force herself to calm down and keep her horn going, if only so she wouldn't have to miss a second of Spike. Minutes later, Spike's stream finally started running dry, and stopped completely a few seconds later. He shook his penis to get the last few drops off, and admitted to himself that he kind of liked the experience. Maybe he secretly liked being watched doing something so private, he didn't know. “Okay, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Was it good for you too?” Sweetie Belle was still staring at his dragon cock, even if she had been looking at it exclusively for the past 5 minutes. “Y-yeah, it was...amazing. But, um...c-can I...can I touch it?” Spike looked between her face and his dick. “Y-you want to touch it? Really? U-uh, s-sure, you can.” They were both awkward and shy at the moment, inexperienced at this new thing called intimacy. Without saying it, she stepped closer and put her hand on the male part. Not grabbing it, just touching it. She sighed happily, the sound coming out fragmented from excitement. “It's...really handsome, Spike. And...it's really, really big.” He was taken aback to hear that last one. He hadn't seen any other men exposed in real life, as he wanted to keep it, but he had lots of experience looking at porn. He found it hard to believe that his 6-inch length was “big”. Not that he knew what was normal for dragons his age, but he had nothing on a full-grown stallion. But before he could argue the claim, he realized that Sweetie Belle thought he was big. There was no reason he should ruin what she thought. He suddenly grunted and moaned as his lover began gently rubbing him, still not wrapping her hand around it, just petting it softly like she would to Opal. It was feeling amazing to Spike, somehow even better than when he would do it himself. He knew that he would have to repay her, and he did so by pulling the waistband of her pants, letting them fall as he maneuvered into her underwear. His claws made contact with exactly what he wanted to as she loudly announced her ecstasy, her eyes closing and a heavy blush breaking out on her cheeks, a look that Spike, being so close to her face, found irresistibly cute. In this moment of shared clopping with each other, there was an equality, an understanding between the two of them, of what they needed and what they loved. In this complete happiness, they came closer, their bodies touching more as they kissed again. At that moment, they weren't just two kids, they weren't just a dragon and a mare experimenting with love, they were one soul, bound together by their adoration for each other. It was something they never wanted to end.
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Celestia's sun had risen, as Apple Bloom yawned and walked out of her tent to meet the day. The open flap let further light in, waking Scootaloo against her will. She grumbled and accepted it, as she also climbed out. They were the only ones out at the moment, which Apple Bloom noticed. “Shouldn't Sweetie Belle and Spike be up by now? It's far too late for them to be sleeping in.” Scootaloo rubbed her eyes, working to fully wake up. “Apple Bloom, this is a normal time to sleep. Just because your crazy farm life dictates you get up at completely unreasonable hours, doesn't mean everyone else has to do the same.” Apple Bloom pretended not to hear the insult against her daily life as she tapped on their tent. “Come on you two! Get up already, we've got a day ahead of us!” Almost immediately, the tent opened up as the two of them came out, staying close and holding each other. Apple Bloom once again noticed this first. “Well now, you two look happy. What happened?” Sweetie Belle giggled. “Oh, we just had a really good night together. Nothing you need to worry about.” She quickly nuzzled Spike, which led into another kiss. Attempting to ignore what she found a sickening display of affection, Scootaloo leaned in close to Apple Bloom to share her thoughts on what was happening. “They totally fucked last night,” she whispered. “Yeah, no question about it.”
Some things never change, even after a thousand years.
It had been a couple of months since Princess Celestia sent Twilight Sparkle to Ponyville to oversee preparations for the Summer Sun Celebration. Of course, Celestia had much better foresight and planning than she had let on. She knew that Nightmare Moon would be returning that night, and that the Elements of Harmony were the only things that could help. Twilight had the necessary skills to be an Element, but she needed friends that embodied the other personalities. That was the only doubt Celestia had in her pupil.
Thankfully for Equestria, Twilight pulled through. Through means beyond her control, she found five other ponies that would stand by her, earned their Elements, and released Princess Luna from the clutches of her darker side. For that, Celestia could never thank these six mares enough.
And Luna, she was welcomed back with celebration and praise. It was a shock to the princess of the night, because the last thing she remembered was ponies ignoring her. Seeing everypony being so kind and welcoming really hammered in the guilt of what she had done as Nightmare Moon. Luna was lucky to have a caring older sister to help her through.
While she was working on it as well as she could, Celestia was amazed by the enigma of Luna's psyche. Any licensed professional would be lost. The only reason Celestia was making progress was because Luna was willing to talk to her. Even ignoring Luna's shyness, enhanced exponentially by a thousand years away, but she had some things that she couldn't share with anypony other than the one she trusted most.
Celestia and Luna were opposites as their daily rules would suggest, but that foil also meant they could be identical. Both were caring to the subjects that appreciated them, both were playful given the chance, and both were closet perverts. It wasn't a coincidence or sisterly bond, it was just the sort of thing that developed in the positions they were in.
When you're a princess, it's very important to keep anything you don't want everypony talking about heavily out of sight. This meant that, against her wishes, Celestia grew up repressing her sexualities. Doing that sort of thing causes those feelings to manifest in other ways. She started having stranger fantasies during her private times, to the point where she was scared and confused about what she was doing. After all, this wasn't something she could admit to by looking for an answer.
Through means of “research” that she wasn't proud of, she had discovered that she was perfectly fine, just a mare with an assortment of kinks. After all, she was enjoying it, and nopony else had to know. Over time, she grew used to her fetishes and learned to accept them, until the idea that it was weird no longer crossed her mind.
It was brought back to the forefront of her thoughts a few years later, when Luna ran into her room crying. She had been reaching the age of sexual experimentation, she had been raised with the same restrictions as her older sister, and she was always the more sensitive one. This discovery and reaction was inevitable. Luna tearfully confessed what she had done, and begged her older sister for advice.
Like any good older sister, Celestia held her younger sister close and reassured her that things were fine. To back up her assurances, she explained how she had gone through the same thing at her age, and told Luna what she had done before. She probably went into a little more detail than she should have, but Luna didn't object and seemed to grow more comfortable, just hearing her older sister confess to the same thing she was upset about.
Celestia finished and they hugged it out, and since then, they were extremely open with each other. They could hold casual conversations about sexual matters, talk about their partners of the previous night, and engage in friendly competitions. It would be criteria like which one could get a stallion faster, or which one could find a stallion that would tolerate their strangest fetishes, all while disguised as normal mares.
On the occasion they wouldn't be able to leave the castle, they would usually resort to battles of attrition, such as longest time without clopping, which was quickly abandoned when they decided it was a lose/lose fight. Actually, every one-on-one competition would end like that. Who could endure whipping, binding, it tended to end poorly and be difficult to hide.
But now that she was back, Luna wasn't going to let her sister get the better of her. Tomorrow would be the first day she would return to hold court, now that she had made excellent speech progress. She was working past her antiquated dialect, with a gentler tone. With this milestone approaching, she felt it would be the best time to bring back the ongoing war. “Do you think I'll do well tomorrow, Tia?”
Celestia gently hugged her younger sister. “I know you're nervous Lulu, but I promise, the ponies will love you. You'll do just great, just like you always have.”
Luna sinisterly grinned at her sister. “Oh, I don't think I'm nervous enough yet. What say we make this a game?”
Celestia caught on to Luna's suggestion, and decided to play along. “It's been a long time since we've done anything like that. What do you have in mind?”
Luna stroked her chin, and slyly responded, “I'm pretty sure we haven't done this one before, so perhaps a urine holding contest?”
Celestia considered the idea. Compared to their other physical challenges, this was simple, easy to hide, and sounded pleasurable. Also, it's a pretty low risk for alicorns to undertake. A normal bladder could hold an impressive amount of pee if pushed to their limits, but it was nothing compared to an alicorn, who could hold upwards of a gallon without worry. She nodded. “Alright Luna, you're on. But know that you're facing a force to be reckoned with here. I've spent all this time placing royal duties before myself, and that's trained me quite well.”
Luna scoffed. “Please, being imprisoned inside the moon didn't keep me in my physical state, so I technically didn't get a leak that entire time. If we're really doing this for tomorrow, we need to drink a whole lot tonight.”
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Morning came sooner than expected, possibly due to Celestia's eagerness to show her sister up. Or maybe it just felt that way because it was messing with the normally nocturnal Luna's sleep schedule. Either way, Luna was groggy, and she was going to make it known. As the sun was rising, Luna was changing out of her casual clothes into the formal attire she would need to wear, when there was a knock on the door. Not willing to put up with shit, Luna angrily called back, “I'm barely dressed in here, go away!” Despite the shout, the door opened anyway, and on the other side was Celestia, already in her yellow dress for the day, holding a mug in her hand. “Come on, Luna, we've got work to do. You want some coffee to wake yourself up, or are you afraid of having any more liquids?” Luna wasn't going to deny to herself that her bladder was already sending her signals, but she wouldn't give her sister the satisfaction. She determinedly grabbed the mug from Celestia's hand and chugged the hot drink down in one gulp. Plus, it would help her wake up quickly, allowing her to focus on the ponies she'd be talking to, which would in turn keep her mind off the need that was sure to be a big problem later on. Once the cup was empty, Luna slammed it onto her table and sighed satisfyingly. “You'll have to try better than that to beat me, Tia. I can drink 17 cups of coffee in a morning.” Celestia laughed. “I don't think so, last time you tried that as a filly, you got so hyped up on caffeine that you claimed you had 'returned from Tartarus to do battle' with everyone you met.” Luna blushed and looked away. “Oh. I didn't think you would have remembered that.” “How could I forget? You also wore a mask, a bright glowing red one. You wore it in my room while I was trying to sleep, and I almost wet my bed in fear when I saw it. So are you going to put on clothes, or would you rather just stay here in your underwear? Actually, I already know the answer to that.” Celestia opened Luna's closet and pulled out a purple dress. “Put this on now.” Luna sighed. Even without their challenge, today was going to be agonizing.
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The day went on, with Celestia and Luna at the helm of Canterlot Day Court. Ponies would come in to request things of the princesses, either funds, workers, or the service of the Royal Guard. A lot of these requests were absolutely ridiculous, like the one in front of them, asking for a large sum of ponies to do work, assuming that more ponies meant faster work. Through centuries of experience, the Royal Sisters had learned how to expertly talk with each other during sessions like this without being noticed, through a mix of whispering at the right times, and a harmless perception filter. Celestia was making use of it right then. “Can you believe this? He thinks having a large group of ponies all working on one goal is going to end in success, instead of everypony overstepping each other's work.” “There's some precedence to this. It took 16 days of continuous work, but 90,000 ponies completed an adventure, and even created a religion in the process, praise Helix.” Luna moved her hoof across her body in a specific fashion, culminating in a swirl pattern. Celestia rolled her eyes. “I have no idea what you're referring to, but there's no way that sort of thing could ever be replicated.” “They did it again, beating their old team in the process, and are underway on a third expedition. Are you going to answer him or not, I'd like to finish this as quickly as possible.” Celestia smiled at her younger sister. “Getting a little anxious, are we? Perhaps you'd like to take a certain break now?” Luna couldn't deny that she was feeling a very strong growing pressure down below, and she was thankful for the long dress, giving her enough privacy to tightly cross her legs. Things were not looking all that great for her, but she was determined not to be obvious about it. “It hasn't even crossed my mind, sister. You know as well as I that this is painfully boring, and I just want to get back to my life and sleep.” It was a reasonable explanation, but Celestia wasn't going to buy it, she knew Luna must have to pee badly by now. She was also skilled in keeping it hidden, but Celestia was desperately wishing for a bathroom visit. She, too, was crossing her legs under her dress. She wasn't going to show weakness to her sister or her subjects, but she was seriously doubting her ability to keep this up. After all, if she couldn't hold it any longer, she'd have to either openly hold herself or have an accident. Luna was having the same worries next to her. It was going to be painful for both of them.
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The hours dragged on, and things were looking grim for the princesses. Both of them were using everything in their power to keep composure, and both were almost spent. If the day went on any longer, there would be no hope for them. Because of this, they were both thankful to the high heavens when Captain Armor stepped before them and declared, “The Day Court of the Royal Pony Sisters is now closed for the day, I would like to ask all of you to please leave the premises, and return on another day.” The ponies in the line grumbled, and the other guards guided them out. It took a few minutes for the room to clear, and during that time, Celestia and Luna had to stay in their spots and still look dignified. Both were now dying to pee, and were begging for the day to end so they could at least grab themselves to buy more time. At last, the last of the crowd went out the door, and Celestia moved her hands towards her crotch for a squeeze, until she noticed Shining Armor was still in the room. He turned to them and began explaining. “Sorry I ended things a little early, princess, but I've got plans for tonight that I really can't miss.” He patted his coat's pocket and smiled, indicating something important inside, perhaps a small box. Despite her romantic side, Celestia normally wouldn't approve of ending court early just so her Captain of the Guard could go on a date, but every minute was of the essence now, so she would take what she could get and make her way to the nearest bathroom as quickly as she could manage. She thanked her Captain, but he didn't respond, his focus instead drawn to Luna. Celestia turned her attention to her younger sister, who was tightly grabbing herself, either unaware or not caring if anyone else was in the room. Looking at her sister giving into her urges was not helping Celestia's situation in the slightest. Thankfully, Shining Armor didn't seem to care. He just held his hand up and started walking away. “Alright, I'll see you two tomorrow, then.” Now that they were alone, Celestia was going to join her sister in at least partially giving into her body's demands. Even with pressure on her privates, the knowledge that relief was not that far away caused her to dribble a little into her pink panties. Wordlessly, the two princesses started running out, before they were reminded why that was a bad idea. The sudden spasms from both their bladders forced them to bend over to contain themselves. It worked for the time being, but now it would require everything they could manage to make it to safety. Their personal bathrooms were, without a doubt, too far away to conceivably make it, so their only option were to find the closest possible choice, and their frantic state of mind wasn't allowing them to find it mentally. So, all they could do was aimlessly wander through the castle halls and hope they stumbled across a toilet before time ran out. Luna was not very fond of waiting. “Ooh, I don't know how much longer I can wait, Tia! I need to go potty now!” Celestia was trying to be sympathetic, but that would be hard to do when they were in the same situation. “I know, Luna. Just try to hold on a little bit longer.” They passed multiple guards and castle staff in their struggle, attracting attention, but neither of the two could care in the situation they were in. All that mattered to them was making it to any bathroom. At this point, even a normal bathroom was seeming like a luxury, dignity be damned, they might take anything at this point. It didn't come to that, though. Their arduous walk paid off, and they were rewarded with a small bathroom. As in, only one toilet, no stalls. This would prove to be a difficult problem, considering that two was a greater number than one. Good thing that Celestia was a kind and caring older sister who would give up her well-being for her younger sister's sake. Or she would be, if she wasn't about to burst, a thought completely consuming her actions. Being slightly ahead of Luna already, she made it into the bathroom first, and shut the door behind her. When Luna realized what had happened, her eyes grew wide, and she threw herself against the door, pounding on it with her free hand. “What are you doing, Tia?!” “I'm sorry Luna, but I need this just as much as you do!” Luna tried the doorknob, but it was locked, as it should be. “Please, just let me in anyway! I'll use the sink if I have to!” She was being serious, anything that could offer her relief sounded great right now. No reply from the other side, which was making Luna's situation seem even more helpless. She continued knocking, even though she knew it was pointless now. Droplets in her black panties were picking up into a light stream, running down her legs onto the marble floor beneath her. Celestia felt a pang of regret for what she was doing, but it wasn't enough to overwhelm her biological needs. She quickly pulled the fabric of her dress up as high as she could, held it up with one hand, and used the other to pull down her slightly more than damp panties to her ankles, before finally putting her butt on the seat. Outside the room, all Luna could hear was a loud, relieved sigh and the distinctive sound of a very strong stream of pee pouring into the toilet bowl. That was all it took for the ocean contained inside Luna to break free, absolutely ruining her panties in a matter of seconds, and not sparing much for the front of her dress that was still being pressed against her marehood. Suddenly, the fight was lost, there was nothing Luna could do at this point. One of the princesses of Equestria, a vitally important pony to the flow of day and night, dreamwalker that helped ponies with their problems, was peeing herself in the hallway of the castle. For 10 minutes, that's all that happened. Celestia sat on the toilet and peed exactly as one would expect, though with more relieved sighing and a harder than necessary stream, while Luna did the same thing in the hallway. Though it would be natural for her to drop to her knees, she at least had enough control to know that doing that would do more damage to her clothing. She had also since let go of her dress to prevent the already big wet spot from growing even worse. In all respects, it was the most calm and dignified wetting that could be reasonably expected, only tainted by the tears running down her face. Finally, Luna's stream ended, leaving one gigantic puddle clearly visible on the floor. Just as Luna sighed relief that it was over, a flush came from inside the bathroom, followed by another quick stream of water from the sink. Once that shut off, the door opened, and Celestia stood on the other side. She scanned the sight of her younger sister, the yellow-tinged puddle grabbing her attention. “Listen, Luna...I'm really sorry. I know that just locking you out wasn't the nicest thing to do, but you understand the predicament I was in.” Luna was definitely still upset at what had just happened, but she still found reason to smile. “You know, Tia...I won the competition. I didn't lose control until I heard your splashing. It wasn't much of a victory, especially considering where I was standing at the time, but take the victories where you can, right?” Celestia was pulled in by Luna's optimism. “Alright, Lulu, sounds like you did win. Congratulations, I didn't think you could beat me. You really have grown quite a bit, able to compete with your big sister like that.” Luna batted her hand. “Come on, I don't think this is a good representation of by maturity.” “You're right. But you still proved yourself here. You went through a bad situation, one that could reduce any pony to a complete mess, and you still managed to handle it with grace and an eventual smile. That takes a lot of bravery and strength.” Luna could only smile and blush at her sister. “It's not that hard to deal with a bad situation like this, because I know that I'll always have a sister who's proud of me.” She opened her arms for a hug, and Celestia stepped closer to join, not caring what was still all over the floor surrounding her sister, because some bad things are worth sticking through for your sister. Because some things never change, even after a thousand years.
"I hope this lead doesn't turn out to be a dead end. I don't wanna go home empty-handed after promising we'd find her."
The Elements of Harmony, minus Applejack, were on a train far out in the desert. That was the reason they were all the way out here, Applejack left Ponyville for a rodeo competition, and had sent a note that she would not be returning. Now her friends were on the search, hoping to find their girl and bring her back.
"I don't know how we'd break it to the Apple family," Fluttershy worriedly questioned.
"I don't know how we'd break it to Ponyville," Twilight responded.
"I don't know how I'll make it to the next stop!" Pinkie was sitting on a bench by herself, frantically crossing her legs back and forth. She grimaced in pain, trying desperately to hold it all in.
Pinkie was starting to regret her earlier decisions. Looking for a lost friend was tiring work, and the group had been keeping their fluid intake high. In the excitement of the hunt, Pinkie was a little too eager to hurry up and get on the train while her friends took their pit stop. She had also neglected to pay attention to the length of the train ride, if she knew how many hours it would be, she without a doubt would have gone too. But the past was the past, she couldn't change that now.
Her friends were having their own conversations and worries, doing their best to ignore her predicament. Not that attention would help, there really wasn't anything they could do for her at this point. She could swear she saw Fluttershy look a few times and turn away just as quickly, blushing hard. Pinkie was also convinced that Rainbow looked her way and shook her head, ashamed. I don't want to be in this situation either, Dashie.
She wouldn't normally be so grumpy, even in her inner thoughts, but an intense need to pee could do that to a gal. And boy, was this desperation a doozy. She couldn't think of another time where she had to go this badly. True, she had dealt with holding long before this, rock farming didn't offer bathrooms besides on the ground hoping your sisters wouldn't look, but she couldn't even get that possibility now. All she could do now was hold it in.
And Pinkie really really really needed to keep holding. Besides avoiding an embarrassing accident in front of her friends, and not ruining the train's bench, she had very good reason to keep her clothes dry. Pinkie Pie was not a mare that thought things through fully. She had already neglected to confirm the time she'd be spending inside the train, but it went further back than that. She had no reason to suspect their search would take long, and therefore didn't pack an extra set of clothes. If she peed, she'd be stuck in the same wet shorts for as long as it took to find Applejack.
Not to mention, she liked the clothes she had on, and really did not want to ruin them. It wasn't that they were fancy or important, but they were her clothes. They were already yellow, so she didn't have to worry about that (though she still avoided thinking about the color). However, she did want to watch out for her panties, as they were her favorite pair. Nothing much, just a thin black fabric with drawings of candy corn all over it. Pinkie would do anything in her power to not pee in those.
If her power would last that long. Pinkie wasn't going to disillusion herself, she had to tinkle soon. And she had no idea how much longer she had to last. The train was already feeling like it was taking forever, a combination of her hyperactive nature and overly full bladder pressing against her. Pinkie wouldn't be able to tell how long it was realistically supposed to take, and that wasn't giving her much hope. If she knew there would be a potty in 10 minutes, she'd have reason to hold past her limits, given the promise of imminent relief. Right now, she was only keeping it in just to keep the mess back as long as she could, without knowing if it would pay off.
She crossed her legs tighter and shoved her hands between them. "Oooh, how much longer is this going to take?" Pinkie was getting frantic.
The other girls finally looked her way, now that she made herself known. Rainbow shook her head again. “Pinkie, didn't I tell you to use the bathroom too before we left?”
“Well, I'm sorry, Rainbow Dash! I didn't listen to your infinite wisdom, and I now see that I made a horrible mistake!”
Pinkie's friends all stared at her, somewhat scared at her sudden outburst. That was the sort of thing she would never, ever do. Even when she went temporarily insane from loneliness, she didn't insult her friends. Pinkie realized she had gone a little far, and looked away, back towards her legs. “I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped like that. I just...I have to tinkle sooooo much!”
Rainbow was admittedly still a little pissed at her friend for not paying attention to anything, but at least her other three friends were sympathetic. They had all been through a similar situation at some point in the past, so they knew it wasn't easy for her. Twilight was the one to speak up to comfort her friend. “Try to hold on, Pinkie, we should be arriving in Dodge Junction in a few minutes.”
Pinkie slowly nodded and turned her attention back to herself. She was happy to have the support of her friends, but she didn't have much faith in herself. True, it was a little better knowing it wouldn't be long before a bathroom was available, but that would still require hanging on for that. And of course, she was having extreme difficulty with that part. Any significant wetting was still at bay, but she was most certainly dribbling in her panties.
In the small amounts she was leaking now, it wouldn't be much of a problem. No, the real problem was that she couldn't stop. It was a light and scattered stream, and it meant next to nothing on its own, but it wouldn't take long to build up. With the force she was putting into her hands for holding, she could feel through her shorts and her panties were definitely damp. Soon enough, it would leak through and be visible, which was only a short hop from being beyond all hope. If she could just hold on a little longer...
“Alright, we're here,” Twilight called. “So here's the plan; it's a small town, it shouldn't take long to...” Twilight was interrupted by Pinkie rushing past her, making a beeline towards the train car door. With one hand still firmly clamped on her shorts, she used the other to pound on the door, pleading with it to open. Finally, it unlocked and swung open, and Pinkie wasted no time racing out, towards a nearby wooden shack.
Once she arrived at the hut, Pinkie took the time to actually look at the building she was pressed up against the door of. After all, it could have been a storage shed or something just as mundane. That's why she was ecstatic to see a familiar symbol carved into the door; the Equestrian standard marking for a female restroom. Not that the gender mattered at this stage, Pinkie would have settled for anything remotely resembling a bathroom from a passing glance.
“Oh thank you Celestia, thank you so much!” Praising the high heavens, Pinkie pressed on the door to open it...and it didn't move. Confused and frantic, she pushed harder, with no better results. And that's when the conclusion hit her: it was occupied. Now, at the absolute worst of times. The shock hit her hard, and she started leaking again, much more prominent this time around. She was losing her hold, and had very little time to get moving.
She started banging on the door. “Hurry hurry hurry, hurry up in there!” Pinkie could only keep dry (or dry-ish) for a few more seconds.
It was Pinkie's lucky day, then, that the door swung open. Considering Pinkie was on the other side, she didn't see who exited, but she did her them scoff and say “Some girls, sheesh.” Pinkie paid it no mind, considering what had just opened up for her. She rushed into the empty stall and placed her hands around the waist of her shorts, ready to pull them down...and then something clicked in her mind. That voice, she had most certainly heard it before...
“Applejack, you're okay!” Pinkie had completely forgotten about her current need, overpowered by her happiness to see her friend again. As Applejack walked away, Pinkie hopped and followed her, calling out her discovery. “I found her, I found her, I found her, I found her!”
The rest of their friends turned towards them to see what the shouting was about, and subsequently saw Applejack. They all crowded around their lost pal, offering their thanks for locating her and questioning why they had to find her in the first place.
Pinkie, meanwhile, was still celebrating her victory. “I found her, I found her, I found her, I found her...” She was interrupted by her bladder screaming at her, making absolute sure it hadn't forgotten how badly she needed relief, immediately. It was done waiting, as Pinkie Pie started full-on peeing herself out in the open. She did the best thing she could think of; she clamped her hands to block the stream and crossed her legs to help. She then sputtered out her excuse, “B...be right back!”
Pinkie cursed herself out internally for being so distracted to suddenly ignore the most important thing she needed to get done, when she was so close to doing it. Determined to at least make it out of this as well as she could, she flew as well as an earth pony could into the outhouse, slamming the door behind her.
Now isolated, Pinkie went about removing her clothing as fast as she could, hoping to reduce damage now that the dam had burst, only hold back by her hands taking the blow. She yanked her shorts down and let them fall to the floor. By that point, she had been able to clearly see the toilet, and gave up. She had been holding it in bad for too long, and nothing was going to be accomplished by waiting any longer. So, not caring that she still had her panties on, she sat down on what constituted as a toilet here and could finally not worry about relaxing.
As was to be expected, the waterfall was instant, strong, loud, and incredibly satisfying. Pinkie moaned happily, not caring about who could hear her outside. Sure, she was still technically wetting herself, considering her underwear was directly in the line of fire and getting beyond soaked. But she couldn't find a reason to worry about it. She had initially figured it was just lost in the relief, but as she regained more thought processes after the shock of getting to go had worn off, she realized something: she really, really liked the warm feeling peeing her panties was giving her.
She wasn't sure why it felt so amazing. Not that she really cared the reason why, the combination of warmth and wet so close to her most sensitive areas was a perfect feeling, and that was all she needed to know. And mixed with the tingling of an overfilled bladder emptying after too long, and possibly the sound of splashing in the puddle she had made in the sand below (the outhouse toilet was just a block of wood at sitting height with a hole in it, the sand of the town the only thing below), it was positively arousing.
The feeling down below was getting too strong for Pinkie, and she needed to do something about it right that second. She shoved her hand into her panties, and rubbed herself out one, and it was feeling amazing. Pinkie was a seasoned masturbator, and this was, by far, the best one she had ever experienced. She hadn't bothered to stop peeing, and was instantly rewarded. The warm stream hitting her hand, being rubbed all over, it was simply flawless.
But all good things have to come to an end, and no matter how much urine she was holding in, Pinkie had to pee it all out at some time. And since fate was shining on her that day, she did manage to climax just as the stream ended. Her loud gasp as she orgasmed was clearly heard, as there was a quiet knock seconds later, followed by Fluttershy's soft voice. “Um, Pinkie...are you alright in there? I was told to c-check on you.”
Pinkie, still in the afterglow, managed to respond. “Don't worry Flutters, I'll be out soon.” She breathed in and out a few times to regain her composure, and now realized she would have to do something about her clothing now, without extras. She looked closer at her shorts, and realized their damage was surprisingly minimal. Coupled with their natural yellow color, and she could get away with wearing those more. Her panties were, however, beyond salvaging.
Pinkie took a brief fraction of a second to make a decision for her current predicament. “Eh, not the first time I've gone without underwear.” Her shorts already on the ground, she stepped out of them long enough to pull her panties off, wring them as dry as she could into the toilet hole, and put them in her pocket. She then shook her hands as dry as they would get, pulled her shorts back up, and stepped out of the shack.
Fluttershy was waiting outside, blushing, most likely because she heard too much. Pinkie either didn't notice, or didn't care. “Hey Flutters, do you have any kind of hand sanitizer I could borrow?”
Fluttershy nodded and reached into her purse, pulling out a small bottle, when Pinkie took it and squirted some of its contents out before returning it. As she was rubbing her hands together to get them clean, she reflected on the last 10 minutes events. She wasn't sure what she had discovered about herself, but she most certainly knew she'd be trying it again. Who knows, she may have just realized a new fetish.
"Now, please be careful out here, little guy. I wouldn't want something to happen to you, not after we went through so much to get you better."
The little squirrel nodded and scurried off, up a nearby tree and into the hole in the trunk, where his family awaited. Fluttershy smiled, she was always happy to help an animal in need. She had just been minding her own business out in Whitetail Woods, on a casual nature stroll. While enjoying the scenery, she had happened upon a poor squirrel with an injured paw, and immediately took it with her back home, where she could nurse him back to health.
One week of intensive care later, he was ready to return to the wild. Fluttershy admittedly got a little choked up letting him go. She hadn't known him for long, of course, but she could get attached to animals very quickly. It could sometimes get as bad as a parent saying goodbye to their child once they moved out.
But she knew it had to happen sometime. The poor little guy did want to return to his family as soon as possible, and she understood that. Fluttershy had a close connection with family, the amount of work she did with the animals she treasured, she had imprinted onto them as a mother. And being a mother meant she had to know when it was best to let those in her care go free.
"No...no, now's not the time to cry, Fluttershy. You're doing what's best." She still had to fight to hold back tears. She did this sort of thing all the time, but it never got any easier. It's the exact reason she was always ecstatic when any of her animal friends decided they wanted to live in her house. It was a lot of work to take care of the large amount and variety of pets, but she felt it was worth it.
But she had spent enough time out here already. It was the middle of summer, and the hot sun made it a chore to stay outside. Fluttershy wiped sweat from her forehead as she pulled a water bottle from her shoulder bag. "Considering Twilight has such a close relation with Princess Celestia, do you think she could ask her to cool the sun down a little?"
Indeed, the heat wave was affecting everyone in Ponyville. Rainstorms were scheduled almost every other day, every house either had air conditioning or multiple fans, and there was much questioning on Celestia's judgment. Fluttershy was doing whatever she could to keep her animals with fur comfortable, and was drinking lots of water herself. She downed the bottle in a matter of seconds, and placed the empty plastic back in her bag. Her entire day had been drinking like this.
That was the other reason she wanted to get back quickly. Her house was a long distance away, even by flight, and the surprising amount of liquids she had been consuming were having an effect. Her need wasn't quite urgent yet, but she had the feeling it could be quite the emergency by the time she returned, even if she hurried. Water could go through her pretty quickly.
"Oh dear," Fluttershy whimpered. Thinking about her drinks was only making her need worse. She gently pressed her legs together and bounced lightly on her toes. She would have to focus on her destination if she wanted to make there in time. Even if she was a slow flier, wings were still faster than walking all the way across town. So she put some effort into ascent, flapping to gain altitude.
It wasn't long before she remembered why this was a bad idea. Wings took energy to maintain, energy that was currently being used somewhere else. Fluttershy gasped as she felt a sharp pain in her bladder, and quickly landed. Once her wings retracted, she felt a little more in control, but the temporary loss in control lingered. A little more bouncing and some heavy breathing, and she was in charge again.
"Okay, no flying. That's fine, I didn't really want to fly anyway." Fluttershy was wearing a light green summer dress that went down to just above her knees, and even though she knew it was incredibly unlikely, she couldn't shake the fear that someone would look up and see her light blue panties. She was only willing to take the chance because it was faster, and having an accident on a walk home would be much more embarrassing than flashing her underwear to anyone who looked up at the right time. But now, she had no choice but have faith in her holding ability.
Fluttershy composed herself and began her journey home. To an outsider, she appeared perfectly normal, walking without any indication of what she was dealing with. Inside, however, the pressure down below was growing by the second, due to both what was already in her bladder trying to work its way out, and extra liquids joining the fight. Things were already starting to look hopeless, and she was still in the forest.
"Oh no...am I lost?" As often as Fluttershy came out here, she could never remember the paths. Whitetail Woods was big, with a lot of different paths leading in so many different directions. If she got lost, it could be over an hour before she made it out, and that was time she didn't have. As the difficulty of the situation set in, Fluttershy looked around to make sure she was alone. Once she was sure she was, she reluctantly placed her hands towards her crotch, moving the front of her dress between her legs. She didn't want to have to show she was in this state in public, but she didn't have a choice.
"Okay Fluttershy, you're lost in Whitetail Woods, you really need a girl's room, what can you do to avoid embarrassment?" She tried to think of her options, or at least the ones she would willingly take, but ran into one little block; imagining the scenarios inevitably led to final step of them, relief. Putting that feeling in her mind was not good, as it was increasing her discomfort badly. She whimpered in response, and tried to stem the pain by making a more active effort in actually grabbing her private parts instead of merely pressing against them. She held on tightly, feeling like she would lose control any second now.
Thankfully, her bladder calmed down and backed down on the pressure. Even more amazingly, Fluttershy managed to stay completely dry, though she would not remove her hands from their spot. "I'm not trying that again, there's no way I could hold on a second time." In her short time going through possibilities, she only came up with one choice she would take: make it out of the forest as fast as possible, and beg the closest friend to let her use their bathroom. And that closest friend was...Twilight. She didn't like having to ask to use a bathroom, but it was the only way she could make it out of this.
Still holding on for dear life under her dress, she attempted to walk down the path and find the closest exit to the forest. She felt all the water inside her shift around, putting more pressure on her weakened body. It was making it a lot harder to hold, but Fluttershy tried her absolute hardest to hang on. She was still doing it, but even moving was putting strain on her. She was seriously doubting she could even make it back to Ponyville, even if the way out was right around the corner. But she would fight until the very end.
Fluttershy may have underestimated her strength, because after 10 more minutes of tortured walking, she still hadn't let out even a dribble. This was how she was, she could keep every drop of liquid from escaping, but there could be no stopping her once she started. By this point, she couldn't even pay enough attention to where she was going, her eyes were filled with tears from the pain she was experiencing. Anyone else would have given up already and just wet themselves to end it, but not Fluttershy. Not that she didn't want to, she was too scared of any other pony, or even animal, seeing her crying fiercely as a thick, strong stream of hot urine poured out of her dress. It was taking too much to overcome that fear.
It was only a few seconds later that she felt her bladder spasm and strike again, and she knew it would be impossible to hold on any longer. Frantically, she looked around to make sure she was absolutely, completely alone, even though her frenzied state could barely register her surroundings. It hardly mattered anyway, the only thing it would decide was how wet she was going to end up.
Once she was as sure as she could possibly be in her current frame of mind that she had privacy, she moved her hands to the brim of her panties and yanked them down as fast as she could, pulled up the bottom of her dress, and squatted low to the ground. She didn't even have time to blush for revealing her marehood before her pee shot out in a hose-like stream, creating an impressive puddle in the soft dirt in front of her in seconds.
Being a mare with as much outdoors experience as Fluttershy, this was hardly the first time she had been forced to simply use nature as her restroom, but it wasn't ever satisfying. Even if it did feel incredibly relaxing to finally let it out after too long, she was too busy being mortified of being discovered to enjoy the feeling. She hated having to sink so low that the dirt became her toilet, and would only ever do it as an absolute final resort.
Fluttershy started to cry in disappointment in herself, for not being able to make it to a proper bathroom. She knew that it wasn't her fault, but she could only blame herself for letting it happen. She cursed herself for drinking so much water, for not leaving her house earlier to get this done, for not using her bathroom before departing. She pulled her wings out from behind her and covered her face with them, wishing she could just disappear.
After 5 minutes, her stream finally started to die down, arcing lower and landing closer to Fluttershy before cutting out completely. Once Fluttershy stopped hearing liquid loudly splashing into a deep puddle, she moved her wings out of the way to see. There was still no animals in sight, and she chose to believe they hadn't shown up and left when she couldn't see. Looking down at the mess she made, she could see her puddle had grown to get her shoes wet. She wasn't even surprised to see how massive it was, that was what she had come to expect when she was at her bursting point.
Sniffling, she picked up a nearby leaf and wiped herself dry. She stood up slowly, trying to avoid stepping in the puddle any more, not an easy task given the size. But she managed to do it, keeping her legs spread apart. She stepped to one side and could finally pull her panties back up. Making sure her dress was back down in its rightful place, she ran as far away from the scene, eager to leave it behind as fast as she could.
Far enough away that she could no longer see the evidence, she checked the area one last time to be sure she was still unseen. Satisfied she was, she finally sighed in relief that she got away with doing something so wrong and demeaning. With how long she had been waiting to feel happy about it, the sigh came out more like an orgasmic moan. She covered her mouth once she realized what she had done, but thankfully remained hidden.
Fluttershy was finally ready to return home, and now that her mind was clear, she was easily able to locate the proper path out. She was definitely annoyed, but it was canceled out by her happiness to just get away from her shame. She could finally go home, take a cool bath to relax, and she didn't want to admit it, but she felt like she really needed to give herself a little attention after what she had been through.
"Alright, Spike, I don't want any disturbances. Princess Celestia asked me to read all these books over the weekend, and I can't let anything keep me from it. Actually, would you mind leaving the library? You could go help Rarity."
Spike was walking down the stairs of the library, pulling a shirt over his head. "Actually, I was going to help Applejack. You'd be okay with that, right?" He briefly slipped, requiring a moment to rebalance himself.
"SPIKE! I told you to pay attention when you're going down the stairs! You could fall and hurt yourself!"
Spike finished putting the shirt on, and climbed to the bottom of the stairs. "Relax, Twilight. Dragon scales, remember? A tumble down some stairs isn't going to hurt me."
Twilight smirked at her assistant. "Is that so? Would you care to elaborate on why I had to kiss your 'boo-boo' once?"
"I was little!"
"Then there was the time you needed an ice pack..."
"I fell on my head!"
"And you also fell on your balls once..."
"HEY! You agreed to never talk about that one again!"
Twilight covered her mouth to suppress a giggle, and failed. "That was a fun day. All I hear is a crash and a baby dragon crying hard, and I find you curled on the floor, clutching your crotch."
Spike grumbled and rubbed the zipper on his shorts. "It wasn't fun on my end. I'm still not sure if I became sterile after that."
"Oh, quit complaining, you're fine. I've seen Shining take a lot more, and Cadence hasn't reported an issue."
Spike thought about what Twilight had said, and his eyes widened when he realized what she was referring to with her comment on the royal couple. "Ew! I'm leaving, have fun with your nerd stuff!" He walked out the front door quickly, slamming it behind him.
Now that he was gone, Twilight was starting to regret teasing Spike, as it did seem like she hit a nerve. That feeling passed when she looked at the stack of books she was going to read. "He'll be over it in a day."
She looked back to her desk and smiled. Most ponies would be upset or angry about having an assignment over the weekend, but not Twilight. Besides the joy of not disappointing her teacher, she got to read more books! And these were books she had never read before! A weekend with new books was exactly the sort of thing she needed.
This was Twilight's fantasy on how she wanted to spend a day. No disturbances, all reading, no reason to get dressed. She didn't have a problem getting dressed when she needed to, but she liked spending time in her pajamas. They were dark blue, had constellation designs, and most importantly, were very soft and warm. Wearing night clothes all day made her feel liberated, like she was a little girl again. Or that freedom could be due to her decision to forgo bras while in more 'casual' attire, as she was now. Not that she would ever share that, of course.
Twilight was ready to take on the day. Her chair was comfortable, the books were within easy reach, as were a few snacks, and a hot, full pot of coffee at the ready. She poured a mug and began sipping as she read the first line; "Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun."
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Twilight yawned and took her eyes off the book for the first time in hours. When her vision returned to reality, she realized that darkness had set in a long time ago. "So that's why it got so hard to read 10 chapters ago." She looked at the clock on the table. "I've been sitting here for 12 hours straight? Time flies." Holding the now empty coffee pot up, she licked her lips and realized she had gotten thirsty and hungry. Bags of snacks couldn't hold her over a full day without any meals.
"I haven't eaten today? I didn't eat breakfast before starting the books?" She went over the day's events. "I got out of bed, Spike was already up, he told me about the letter and the package, I looked at them, got excited, and gathered the supplies needed to get through the day. Then Spike left and...that was the day. I really should take breaks once in a while. Now I'm hungry, thirsty, and..."
She was interrupted by her body fully waking up after going numb from so long in one place, focused on one task. Now, it could give her all the signals it wanted to, every urge now a pressing need, every discomfort now multiplied with attention. And at the front of it all, the most important thing her body was telling her: "Oh sweet Celestia, I have to PEE!"
Twilight did another quick inventory of the day's activities, she confirmed that she had not used the bathroom when she had woken up. Which means the last time she had gone was..."It's been 24 hours?!" She suddenly really noticed that she did indeed drain a full pot of coffee over the day, finished hours ago, giving it more than enough time to travel through her system. Gulping hard, Twilight shoved her hands between her thighs, grabbed her crotch hard, and crossed her legs bad. Just in time too, her bladder caught up with the rest of her body, sending shooting desperation through her lower body.
Twilight was lucky she had started holding in time, but with the sudden internal pressure, her hands could only do so much. Spurts of warm urine began escaping into her panties, each one lasting 3 seconds at a time. It was all she could do to stem the flows once they started as she continued sitting as still as she was able in her chair. She didn't dare move her hands to check the damage, but the wet feeling on her hands was more than enough to tell she was in a bad position.
This was not the first time Twilight had been in a situation like this. She'd been an avid reader and done heavy studying most of her life. She had a tendency to lose touch with the outside world while reading, and there had been a few "bladder incidents" in the past. There was a period when she had just been accepted as Celestia's pupil, she was working harder than she ever had. A few "accidents" later, and her parents had to confront her about some kind of "protection". Luckily, she managed to talk her way out of something so embarassing, Spike would most certainly still be teasing her about that if it went through.
"What am I doing, thinking about the past at a time like this? I've gotta go bad!" Having some experience in the matter, Twilight knew standing up would be nothing short of begging for trouble, giving gravity the perfect chance to burst the dam and cause a flood. Her safest bet by this point was to do something to take care of the situation in her current position. The flaw with the plan was the limited amount of objects at her disposal, and her female genitalia would not help. Surveying everything in arm's reach, the best option she had was either the coffee mug or the pot.
"Maybe...NO! I can't do that!" Her aversion wasn't due to her perceiving the act as "gross" or "unwomanly", Spike wasn't around, she was alone, she could do whatever the fuck she wanted. No, the problem was that she had tried this sort of thing before in an earlier moment of desperation. The result was probably worse than just wetting her pants, and a lot more messy. Trying that again, without practice, when she has to go a lot worse, could only end poorly. "Note to self: practice relieving yourself into a container for future use."
"Wait, I have magic! Why am I limited to what's extremely close?" Twilight was really grasping at straws now, and she knew it. Magic, even the most basic telekinesis, required focus and concentration, two things she could not afford to spare. But considering she was also in a severe pinch, this was the best idea she had at the moment. So she reached out with her magic to a towel sitting on the other side, still there from yesterday when Spike had cleaned up a spill. "Thank you so much for not putting that away like I asked you to." She focused energy into her horn to perform one quick motion to get the towel to fly across the room, and..."Bad idea!"
By taking any attention away from her incredibly pressing need, she had allowed a small breach in her defenses. Her stream tried its best to continue flowing, forcing its way out of her hole. "Nonononono, please stop!" She did her best to clamp her hands down tighter, but it wasn't helping much. The crotch of her pants was moving far past dampness, they were starting to soak, it almost felt like she was peeing directly into her hands. And it was getting really hard to ignore how good it was feeling.
All the odds were stacking against her, and she was doing everything in her power to win the fight. She was starting to slow the stream, and she just needed one last push to remain in control. Best she could do, she leapt up and did every potty dance she could possibly think of. Finally, she managed to contain her personal waterfall, even if plenty of damage was already done. Streaks of urine were dripping down her pant legs, and her crotch was warm with tinkle.
But on the plus side, with the amount she had accidentally let out already, it relieved some pressure from her aching bladder. She still needed a bathroom incredibly badly and soon, but it at least afforded enough freedom to conceivably make it upstairs to the toilet, but only if she hurried. So, with no time to waste, she worked up the staircase, hands still firmly pressed against her privates.
For the stairs themselves, Twilight didn't have so much of a problem. It was once she reached the top that her need reared its head again, her bladder spasming, causing another leak. Twilight started to tear up from the pain. "Please...just hold on a little bit longer. I'm almost there." Of course, when her body needs its release now, it's not open to bargaining. The floodgates opened, and she could finally feel relief from her tortured holding. She'd be lying if she said it didn't feel at least a little good.
"H-hngh-n-no-ohhhhhh!" She was both moaning in ecstasy and in denial about what was happening. But there was no way she could avoid it. Twilight Sparkle, 19 year old mare, Element of Magic, personal student of Princess Celestia, was peeing her pants. She was in too much shock to move her hands from their original position, liquid running through her fingers, splattering on the floor loudly as it created a large puddle beneath her feet. Every part of the inside of her pants were absolutely soaked, and she could only imagine what her white panties were looking like now.
After minutes of her in the same position, slightly bent over, hands buried in her marehood, a yellow-tinged waterfall cascading from the same place, the stream finally stopped. She let out the breath she had been holding as it finally ended. She should have been a little more upset about embarrassing herself like this, but in reality, she was more than happy that she got to go at all. Her impossibly painful need leaving her body left a tingling sensation at the source, and Twilight knew she was going to have to take care of that soon.
But first things first, she walked into the bathroom she had been so set on reaching, and started stripping out of her pajama bottoms. Now that she no longer had her hands in the way, she could examine the damage in the mirror. The already dark blue fabric was now almost black and very shiny in the stained areas, which spread without break from the seam of the crotch, down the inside of both legs, and culminated at the ankles, no signs of slowing at any area.
She gripped the waistband of the pants and pulled them down, letting them drop to the floor. She could now look at what had happened to her underwear, and it wasn't pretty. The white material was now dyed yellow, at least in the bottom. Her dark purple coat was also affected, holding onto some of the water, creating a shine on her inner thighs. She removed the panties too, leaving her sensitive parts exposed. She was definitely going to need a shower.
Twilight stepped out of the clothing around her ankles and pulled off her shirt as she headed towards the bathtub, ready to just relax in cleaner warm water. But before she could turn the faucet, she remembered that she had left a massive puddle on her floor, and she couldn't just leave that there. She looked at the discarded pajamas and pondered putting them back on, uncomfortable as it may be, to get the necessary work done. She shrugged it off. "I'm alone in the house, no shame in doing the cleanup naked."
She picked up the wet outfit and dumped it in the laundry hamper as she made her way to the closet to grab a mop and bucket. "Really wish I had this back downstairs, this could have worked as an emergency makeshift toilet." She filled the bucket with water, poured a little soap into the mix, and began cleaning up her messes, the relatively minor accident on the chair, the drips up the stairs, and culminating in the gigantic embarrassment on the top floor. Satisfied with her work, she put the tools away and headed back to the bathroom, eager to give herself some much needed personal time.
Meanwhile, as Twilight was bathing herself, Spike finally returned after a long day at Sweet Apple Acres. He was tired and sweaty, but glad to be back. As he was walking towards the shower to clean himself off, he lost his balance on a patch of water. "Strange. I figured Twilight would have been too busy reading to do any housework today." Shrugging it off, he made his way to the bathroom door, where he heard the shower running. "Guess I'll have to wait, then."
He removed his shirt, sticking to his body with sweat, and pulled the hamper's lid open to throw it in. It was then that he noticed Twilight's pajamas, and a distinctive problem with how they looked. Curious, he pulled the clothes out, and felt dampness. The incriminating panties then fell out of the bunch he was holding, landing on side of the hamper, draped across the rim. Spike saw the very familiar yellow and smiled deviously.
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Dear Princess Celestia,
Yesterday, as I was working very hard to complete the assignment you sent to me (no worries, I am still fully on that), I learned an important lesson that I really should have learned a long time ago. Even when doing something you absolutely love and are fully engrossed in, you should always have a few breaks to take care of yourself. Things could have ended up a lot worse if I didn't recognize my signs earlier.
Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle
My dear Twilight,
Yes. Spike sent me a message late last night about some "findings" he managed to come across. I had figured you learned this lesson years ago, as you have managed to go that long without one of these incidents. Nevertheless, as you still seem apt to ignore bodily functions in favor of reading, I had no choice but to notify your parents about what had transpired. They were disappointed in you, and requested that "certain measures" be taken about your problems. I have the feeling you know what they're referring to.
Your mentor,
Princess Celestia
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Princess Ember
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Ember's eyes opened slowly, and multiple things all occurred to her at once. The first thing was that she had not drowned, or been eaten. Next, that little dragon was standing above her, so it would appear that he was somehow responsible for rescuing her. Finally, the one that hit her the hardest, she still needed to pee. It was nice that she didn't wet in unconsciousness, not that it would have mattered being underwater and all, but that meant she was still holding, and badly. “Hey, are you okay,” the other dragon asked, leaning way too close to her face. She tried to respond, telling him to back off, but all she did was choke some water she swallowed while drowning. She hacked it up onto her armor, which lead to another revelation; her helmet was off. Her arms flew up to search for the missing piece, and they were blue again. She turned her head to the sides, and her green paint was spread out on the beach, washed off from the water. Now, she had nothing to hide her identity, and even this foreign kid recognized her immediately. “Princess Ember!” “What do you think you're doing?” Being royalty, Ember was prideful, she didn't like the idea of this pipsqueak saving her life. He also wasn't leaving so she could get back to getting that scepter...and holding herself. “Only saving your ungrateful scales!” That was a distinctly female voice, as high-pitched as the tiny one was, it couldn't be him. Now that she was observant, that pile of seaweed suddenly seemed suspicious, what with its two sets of eyes. She stood up, wincing at the added force of gravity on her bladder, and ripped the lump away, revealing two ponies, purple and white. “Ponies?! What are they doing here?” Now ponies witnessed her failure, exactly what Ember wanted. “They're my friends!” “Friends? Dragons don't do friends.” He looked insulted by that comment, so she moved on, he did rescue her after all. “Whatever, I don't care as long as none of you get in my way. I have a gauntlet to win. I don't care what my dad said! I'll show him and every dragon who thinks I'm just a little princess there are better things than being big and strong!” Ember wanted to get these strangers away from her as soon as possible. She didn't want to be delayed any more than necessary on retrieving the Bloodstone Scepter, and she'd really rather be alone to deal with her bladder privately.
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Ember was flying through the sky with the baby dragon, Spike, on her back as lookout for the boulders the Slingtails were throwing, in exchange for being flown up. The two of them had covered for each other's secrets from Garble, and had come to the conclusion that a truce would be mutually advantageous, at least until both were at the entrance to the volcano. Ember rationalized that the sooner and easier she got up to the caverns, the quicker she could retrieve the scepter and get back to pee, because wicked wyverns she needed to piss so bad. Until then, she'd need to be tough and hold it. “Pull up! There's on on your tail!” That's why the help was needed, a boulder from behind her would have passed by unnoticed until it whacked into her, and she would not survive a second crash. Her bladder wouldn't, at least. She did as she was instructed by her passenger and ascended, which meant energy suddenly taken away from holding to her wings. “Give me more warning next time!” Another sudden movement would probably not end well. “I'm doing the best I can! Those things throw rocks fast! Go left!” A growl formed in Ember's muzzle, she'd throw Spike off if she didn't need him, but she did so all she could do was avoid the boulders. And of course, coping with all the sloshing she could feel inside. She was dwelling on it too much, that was only making it worse, but it was taking so much of her attention. The Slingtails were no longer a problem at least, because Ember and Spike landed on the outcropping volcanic entrance. Having rock beneath her feet was much more comfortable for the dragon, with one leg swiftly beginning to rub the other as soon as she hit solid ground. “Damn, I'm desperate. I really should have gone this morning.” “Did you say something, Ember?” And now Spike heard her disdain, though not clearly. “Ignore it.” Giant plumes of fire and screaming dragons from inside the cave showed that the struggle was far from over. Holding it longer would suck royally, she was starting to regret not doing anything about it on the beach, even if it was in the open with others right there. If she wanted any hope of making it through in her current state of distraction, she'd need the continued assistance. “Listen, Spike, I wouldn't have made it this far without you. So I guess, if you want to, we could keep working together. I mean, just until we get through that tunnel.” “Okay,” Spike shouted as he started climbing up Ember's leg to her back. Ember's eyes widened as his claws found footing between her scales, and knocked him off with her hand. “What do you think you're doing?! You don't need me to fly you anymore, don't climb on me!” “I do need you to fly, though.” He pointed into the cave and Ember's gaze followed his claw. That's when she saw the next obstacle; dozens of rock spires protruding from every part of the walls at constant intervals, something that wouldn't be possible without impressive flexibility and speed. Ember's head fell as she almost cried, but still allowed Spike to mount her before taking off once more. Dragon Lord Dad really outdid himself to pick his successor, because this tunnel was deadly. Ember had to twist her body in every direction to avoid the rain of rock slamming towards her while minding the heavier than expected baby she had to carry. She wasn't even thinking, it was all instinct, all she could process was how thankful she was to be limber and flexible. She was curving her body into C shapes, flattening herself as much as physically possible, and spreading her legs when spikes grazed the crotch of her armor. Just expending energy was not helping her hold it in, even worse moving her body so much, this was the beginning of the end. Her bladder was tired and starting to give in, it leaked a few drops into the leather, which at least didn't absorb it and make it obvious. It was crazy how much she just wanted to grab herself to relieve pressure, but that could lead to a fate far worse than an accident. Somehow, they both made it through relatively unscathed into a chamber with a sheer drop into lava, but Ember was not okay upon landing. She instantly fell on all fours with her legs together, panting and heaving. More drops began leaking out, now starting to stream out a little from the pant legs of the leather. So preoccupied with herself, she didn't notice one of Spike's pony friends, the white one (who somehow got this far wearing a rock disguise), sliding off the edge, not until Spike jumped in to pull her back, which he just barely managed without suffering the same fate. She was quick to thank her savior with a hug. “Oh, thanks, Spike!” Spike sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “It was nothing.” Somehow, miraculously, Ember regained control over her bladder, if barely. Even with a dragon's natural advantage in that area, it was almost unbelievable how badly she needed to pee right now, she honestly felt like she was about to burst and thinking about it was not making it better. No, she couldn't dwell on it any more, not if she wanted to stay dry. She was still able to put that aside to respect what Spike did, even if it was stupid. “Nothing? You just risked everything to save her! And they're putting themselves in danger just to support you!” He seemed surprised at her surprise. “Well, that's just what friends do. Don't you have anyone who looks out for you?” “Not really. Unless I count you.” Being sappy was not something dragons did, it made Ember uncomfortable just thinking about these niceties. No, it was probably her bladder, another wave of intense desperation hitting her like...one of those boulders from earlier, actually. Now she had Spike and his friends looking at her, though, she couldn't grab herself this time. It wasn't just because she was a princess with an expected visage of dignity, she had just opened herself emotionally to this baby dragon, she'd look stupid if she kept rolling with the exposures. There was only one way to fix this in her mind. “Which I don't! Because we were only helping each other get through the tunnel, and now we're through the tunnel, so that's it.” Upon hearing that, Spike froze. “So we aren't really friends?” He sounded sad. “Maybe if we were in Ponyland, but like I said; dragons don't do friendship.” And she flew off, though she looked too eager to leave for her liking. At least she resisted grabbing her crotch again until she was definitely out of sight, so everyone else was none the wiser as she departed deeper into the catacombs. Without really looking, Ember found herself in the next trial, different passages covering every centimeter of every wall, with the idea to find the right one. That wasn't so much the dragon's current concern, because she stopped moving, merely hovering while every scale on her body trembled. She began whimpering and squeaking as she unintentionally descended, her knees (covered by armor) hitting the rock bottom. She crossed her legs tight while her hands vigorously rubbed her pussy, sending her falling to the ground with her butt raised up, tail shaking like a rattlesnake. Even a trained dragon such as herself took almost a minute to recover and stand from the wave after wave of her urine begging, pleading to be released. “Recover” may not be the best word, because even upright, her claws did not move and she was dancing in place to hold it longer. “Fuck...gotta piss need to piss where can I piss I'm gonna piss,” she kept repeating, frantically looking at every opening. It was no longer about getting the scepter and returning, right now she needed a few minutes of privacy to do something. It meant she needed to leave Spike behind, even if he was nice, but sacrifices needed to be made. There were so many different paths that odds were high she could pick a random one and be unseen, there could be no better time than now. Looking really panicked with nothing to hide, Ember ran into one of the tunnels. Just as she had expected, the choice she had picked was a dead-end, it just happened to be what she wanted right now. It was a shallow room with nothing but the opposite wall, but that was not going to stop Ember now. She hurried to that wall, stood about a foot in front of it, ready to let go on the rock, until she suddenly realized the biggest obstacle was not location, it was removing her armor. Both metal and leather were connected on the back and she'd need to remove both completely, strip down fully, if she wanted to pee. The leather was even too tough to allow her to pull the crotch aside as a shortcut. Things had to be difficult. “I don't have time for this,” she shouted angrily to no one. “I'm going to soak my scales in a few seconds!” She could feel that intense burning inside, the kind being a dragon did not alleviate, she physically could not last much longer. The thought crossed her mind to just rip the leather off, she was more than capable of that strength even sapped of her energy, but that would leave her full vulva exposed to any of the other dragons, and she would not give them that kind of view. So, as much as she was against it, she'd need to meticulously remove her armor. Keeping her left hand gripping her crotch as tight as she could manage, her claws piercing into the top layer of the leather, Ember reached her right hand behind her back to the base of her wings, where the clips to her metal armor lay. With as much finesse as a direly desperate dragon could draw upon, she snapped the clasps undone and allowed the chestplate to fall forward off with a loud clang. She kicked it away, her foot shaking the whole time as she bounced on the other knee, not enough to prevent further dribblings of urine. Now it was just this last piece between the dragon and sweet release. A bunch of knots kept the tight cloth on her body, and they needed to be untied. Oh how badly she wanted to just tear the ties and get it over with, but then it couldn't stay on after. Still, she tugged on the string, when she realized that, in her rush that morning, she didn't tie them very well, they were almost falling apart on their own. All it took was a little yank for each of the straps to get them loose. Finally, something was going right in her day. Amidst the torturous pain, Ember still managed a smile as the back flaps began falling apart...but then it stopped right above her ass. Just another disrobing obstacle to build her fury, she began shaking even more violently in rage, her tail slamming the rock floor, the spiked armor on the tip piercing the stone. “My fucking tail!” The butt of the leather had a short tube on the rear she slid her tail into, because fuck everything had to be impossible for her. She reached back to the base of her tail, bending at the knees, trying her hardest not to pee. She couldn't resist, though, as a thick stream of piss jetted from her urethra into her garment, once again flowing down her legs in rivulets between her scales. Ember was so close, she just needed her tail free, and then she could step out of the armor and finally take that long-awaited leak, and her exhausted, strained, bursting bladder couldn't take it any more. Unlike every previous lapse in control, this one wasn't stopping, only growing in volume. “Shit shit shit,” she yelled in anguish. It was too late to say she didn't wet herself, but it was still a race to reduce the shame and damage. The princess couldn't be careful any more, now that she had a little slack on the rear, she yanked her tail up through the hole, the spiked tip sliding off against the tail hole and clanging against the granite ground. She strained as the appendage tried its hardest to snap free, the warmth (which did feel good to a dragon) spreading down her legs, through the gaps in her scales. The sound of hissing was audible above her grunts of fighting back. It was honestly unbelievable when it happened, but her tail slipped out from the top of the back fold of the leather and swung free. But then the whole piece refused to fall further when there should have been nothing left to hold it up. She was ready to surrender, until she realized she had somehow ignored her sleeves all this time. With determination previously unseen, the blue dragon pulled her arms in and gravity did the rest of the stripping for her. It felt like it had been hours, like her bladder had literally been at its breaking point, but there was absolutely nothing left for her to hold for, not that she had been doing such a good job of it towards the end. But now it was over, she was peeing and not wetting herself this time, the natural force propelling the stream in a forward arc, crashing into the rock wall with a loud splash and streaming down to the floor like a golden waterfall. Ember couldn't resist, she sighed quite happily at the feeling of the intense pressure fiercely leaving her body, her tail swinging around as another indicator of her mood. Yeah, she didn't really make it, her legs still felt incredibly warm with urine soaking down them, but it's not like there was any shortage of what was pouring out cleanly onto the wall. Dragon bladders were giant, after all, what was soaked into her scales was a small fraction of her capacity. The heavy, continuous flow from her urethra was more than decisive evidence of that. Seriously, this felt really good to the little dragon, her tongue hung out as she panted light smoke. She wasn't really staying hidden, what with the loud echo throughout the caverns and the pungent scent any nearby dragon would smell, so she could really let loose with her enjoyment. “This feels goooooood...had to piss so much.” There wasn't much threat of a peeping pervert, she and Spike had clearly overtaken the competition, that's why she felt able to bail to use the bathroom. Besides, if she turned around and found a dragon staring, she'd tear him apart and have the royal right: even more so when she'd become Dragon Lord. The hunt for the Bloodstone Scepter was about to resume, because Ember's pee was almost ending. The force was no longer enough to hit the wall or even push forward, not that it mattered. The puddle she had created was so far-reaching and massive that she was already standing in it, peeing directly at her claws wouldn't do any damage, it wasn't deep or anything. Once the final trickles fell, Ember shook her hips to dislodge stubborn drops insisting on sticking to her vulva. Now, she was as dry as she could be, and she accepted the finality with another sigh. She couldn't lie, that felt nice and relieving, wetting in the caves was the best decision she could have made. But she needed to get moving, even with a lead, precious minutes had whizzed by without her making progress. Rushing, she redressed into all the armor she left strewn across the floor, shaking the leather to dry it out as best as she could. She could still feel the wetness when the crotch touched her sensitive scales, but it would work. No time to waste, she thrust her wings and flew out to explore every other cave she had neglected. There were tons of them, so there was also basically no chance of any other dragon discovering the little pond she had made if they hadn't already. She still reeked of urine, any of her species would pick up on that if she got within even yards of another, but they'd keep their mouths shut if they were smart.
Sonata Dusk
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As promised, the Dazzlings would be the last to perform, so they had to stand around for about an hour listening to everyone else perform. Adagio and Aria had spent the full time quietly making fun of everyone that sang, ranging from the aforementioned tortuous to passable at best. At least until this other band, the Rainbooms, stepped up to the stage. True, they weren't great, but the sirens could sense some strange power emanating from their performance, something for them to keep an eye on. Or at least, Adagio and Aria could feel the energy. Sonata had her mind on something else at the moment. The realization that the probably-excessive amounts of fruit punch she had drank during the mixing process might have been a bad idea, not at all helped by the extra cups that had gone down once it was to her liking. All the liquid that she had put into her stomach wasn't going to stay there, and it was indeed on the move. Sonata needed to pee. Pretty badly, in fact. The high amounts of sugar sending her bodily functions into overdrive only served to make her situation worse. Her legs were crossed tightly, her foot shaking up and down from all the energy she had now, and her hands resting on her lap, not quite at the point where she needed to grab herself to retain control, but getting really close.
She took one of her hands off her skirt and poked Adagio in the arm to get her attention. “Hey Adagio, umm...I've got a bit of an issue.” Adagio sighed. “What is it, Sonata?” “I really, really need to go potty, I don't think I can hold it for that much longer. Can I just quickly run to the bathroom? I promise, it won't take long, please!” Adagio wanted to berate the blue siren for putting herself into this situation, that it was completely her fault and she would have to deal with it, but Sonata looked at her with the biggest begging eyes, and her superior felt a small amount of pity. “Alright, fine. Just get back here quickly, we're going to be onstage soon.” Sonata stood up and turned to the door, when the final notes of the Rainboom's song echoed through the gym. She looked behind to see them bow and leave the stage, whereupon Principal Celestia called out, “Dazzlings, take the stage!” Adagio and Aria stood at the call, and they both glared at Sonata trying to leave. She realized what they were expecting, and pleaded with them to reconsider. “Come on girls, can't you hold them off until I come back? I really don't think I can't wait!” Aria took the mantle of scolding Sonata. “Well, that's just too bad. You're just going to have to bear it until we're done.” “I'm serious, Aria! I really might have an accident if I try to go up there now! Please, it's only going to take a minute or two, that's all!” She was bouncing on her crossed legs, not enough to be easily visible to everyone else in the room, but a clear enough sign of her desperation to those that were close (or anyone that had a disposition towards watersports). She was dry for the moment, but how long was that going to last? Adagio grabbed Sonata's arm and started dragging her, getting a few yards until she wriggled free and walked with them on her own. Everyone was looking at them, she couldn't afford to make her need obvious, so she walked as casually as she could possibly manage. Her arms were at her side and her legs uncrossed, though they were still very close to each other in order to keep her crotch closed, turning her walk into more of a slow shuffle. They had to wait for Sonata to catch up once they were on stage, but she did eventually get up there and grabbed her microphone. Adagio did the rhythmic countdown, and on the invisible zero, the singing began. Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
You didn't know that you fell
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh They were singing in harmony, and the red amulets they wore around their necks began to glow. They powered up, drawing in the negative energy of everyone in the room. It was a great feeling, the feeding of such a large group, but it took concentration; focus that Sonata really did not have to spare. She was putting as much as she needed to to sing, but everything else she had was keeping her bladder under control with everyone watching. Now that you're under our spell
Blindsided by the beat
Clapping your hands, stomping your feet
You didn't know that you fell It wasn't just that everyone was watching. They were sirens, they preyed on attention, their song was forcing everyone to look at them, to take in everything about them. If Sonata wet herself, which was looking incredibly inevitable at this point, everyone was going to see. And if they did, would they ever be able to take the Dazzlings seriously? They required other people to survive, how would they get by if Sonata ruined everything? She'd be sent out on her own, there's no way she'd survive without Adagio and Aria! Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh
Now you've fallen under our spell
Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh And it was only about to get worse. They seduced, that's what they did, and that wasn't possibly with only voices, as nice as theirs were. It also required motions, and taking advantage of the human bodies they were given, that translated into hip shaking. In unison, all three of them began dancing, and Sonata winced. She could feel her pent-up urine sloshing heavily, and it was increasing the pressure from painful to unbearable. She couldn't hide it anymore, she crossed her legs as tight as she could manage and gripped between her thighs with the hand not holding onto the microphone. We've got the music, makes you move it
Got the song that makes you lose it
We say "jump", you say "how high?"
Put your hands up to the sky She was supposed to put her hands up at that line, but there was no way she could do that right now. Everyone could see that she was on the verge on peeing herself, but she didn't care. She'd run off the stage if she was confident in her ability to move. The fact that Adagio was probably going to give her a beating for betraying the team didn't matter, she just wanted the release. We've got the music, makes you move it
Got the song that makes you lose it
We say "jump", you say "how high?"
Put your hands up to the sky She couldn't take it anymore, she just had so much punch inside her, and it was forcing its way out already. Her privates were loosening, a small tinkle dribbling into her neon green panties. She really didn't want to ruin them, they were her sexy panties, thin and lacy, but there was no way to prevent the soaking now. The embarrassment didn't matter to Sonata anymore, she was going to take her leak in front of everyone. And that's just what she did. It went unnoticed for a few seconds under the music and hypnosis, but everyone was paying attention soon enough. Adagio and Aria stopped in shock, the flow of nourishment abruptly cut off. All eyes were on Sonata, her eyes closed in ecstasy, the light yellow torrent pouring from under her skirt with a little forward arc, making a nice loud splatter when it crashed against the polished wood floor, splashing into a growing puddle with droplets jumping back up and spreading further. Sonata was in her own world of almost-orgasmic relief. All of the pain was flowing out, making her moan and breathe heavily. There was no shame in her mind, in fact, she had the sudden urge to make the best of it. One of her hands moved from their warm spot right next to the faucet, lifting the front of her skirt up on their way out, while the other began rubbing the fabric against her most sensitive area, sending the pleasure of the situation skyrocketing. Her knees faltered, bending her down and sending the stream further out, reducing the amount running down her legs and absorbing into her socks. She was peeing and masturbating in front of a crowd, and liking it. “Ohhhh, that's so much better.” Adagio and Aria couldn't believe what they were seeing. They wanted to grab her again and drag her away, punish her for ruining everything. They would have to start somewhere else to avoid association with the horny exhibitionist, and she certainly wasn't coming along. Until they felt something, something strong inside their bodies. It was more energy, coming in by the bucketload. “Aria, what the hell is happening?” “Sick freak of a crowd is enjoying this disgusting display. Damn perverts.”
Daring Do
CMC & Spike (Aged Up)
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Night had fallen, and the woods had created an atmosphere of solitude, serenity, and possible danger. In the center of this darkness was a small sphere of friendship, illuminated by the warm light of a fire, burning strong enough to ward off the outside environment and keep the circle pure. Or at least, warm enough to cook the marshmallows they were roasting. The four were stuffing themselves on s'mores as they told ghost stories around the flames, a better pastime now that Scootaloo had gotten over her fears of scary stories. It was a fairly standard way to spend a camping trip, but they were having fun. They were laughing, getting into acting out the stories they tell, and all around enjoying each other's company. Sweetie Belle was sitting close to Spike, who didn't mind her company. The fun was stopped in its tracks by Apple Bloom standing up and making a statement. “Can you hang on a sec, I gotta go take a leak.” Spike's mind immediately went blank when he heard her say those words, and he couldn't process what was happening. He stammered, “Y-you have to w-what?” Apple Bloom looked at Spike, unamused but confused by his outburst. “Take a leak. Ya know, pee? We've been out all day, and ah ain't gonna wait any longer to go.” Spike continued to stammer, not getting the words out properly, but backpedaling on his statement. “N-no, I know what you m-meant, it's j-just...I wasn't mentally prepared for this happening.” Scootaloo only sort of understood Spike's concern. “Well, what were you expecting? We're gonna be out here for a while, did you think we could avoid this little inconvenience? Speaking of that, I need to go too, so hurry it up.” Apple Bloom walked behind a nearby bush, where she unbuttoned her jeans and placed her hands around the waist before squatting down and hiding herself from view. Despite this, Spike still couldn't help but avert his eyes, seemingly out of respect, but he knew it was pure embarrassment over what was happening right near him. Thankfully for him, Sweetie Belle was siding with him. She whispered, “Don't worry about it, Spike. She does this all the time when we're out, working on the farm really doesn't give her shame in this sort of thing. Though, I think it's a good thing you're here, because she'll usually just do it in the open. I guess she's at least kind of embarrassed about being exposed in front of a boy.” Spike wasn't able to vocalize a coherent response, the best he could muster was a forced agreement. He was far too busy being focused on keeping his composure. After all, only a few feet behind him, was the unmistakeable loud sound of splashing from Apple Bloom. It was incredibly distracting, and he was fighting to stay somewhat proper. The struggle was hard, as was something else, as the growing bulge on the front of his shorts was attesting to. After agonizing minutes of silently sitting and waiting for Apple Bloom to finish, she finally concluded her business. Spike breathed a sigh of relief the same time Apple Bloom did, and he was so happy that it was finally over. That is, until he heard Scootaloo exclaim, “Damn, Apple Bloom, how much can a girl like you hold in? Alright, move out of there, let me use it already.” Spike wasn't able to look at what was happening, his focus now again on keeping away from the girls. It was torture, and his resolve was starting to falter. As much as he was trying to keep his inner thoughts where they were, Sweetie Belle took notice, and became a bit concerned. “Spike, are you okay? You look a little pale and freaked out, it's a little hard to tell with the low light.” Spike turned to face her, but only enough to see her and no one else. “I-I'm fine, Sweetie Belle. It's just...it's been a long day, it's getting late, and this weirdness happening now is making me feel a little tired. I think we should probably go into our tents soon.” Sweetie Belle nodded and turned a little away from him, when Spike swore he saw her crossed legs press together and shake. His mind immediately jumped to one possible explanation, but given that he was also dealing with Scootaloo's loud splashes, he pushed it out of his mind before the thoughts became unbearable. Finally, Scootaloo finished with herself, and Spike and Sweetie Belle turned back in that direction as she walked out from behind the bush, finishing pulling her shorts up and zipping them again, allowing Spike a little too much a view of her panties and cutie mark, not that she cared much. Sweetie Belle yawned and put her arm around Spike's shoulder. “Well, me and Spike agreed we're ready to go to bed for the night. Come on, we agreed the two of us are sharing a tent.” Spike normally would have protested, or at least questioned, when this decision was made, and why his vote was not included. Not that he minded, he always considered Sweetie Belle to be the least annoying Crusader and the one he liked being around the most. Now, though, he was more than happy to get away from the scene that just concluded next to him, and retreat into the tent with the girl he didn't have to listen to answering nature's call. Apple Bloom looked at what was left of the fire and shrugged. “Fire should burn out on its own now, so ah think we can pretty safely hit the hay now. Good night girls, and Spike. See ya'll in the morning for more adventurin'.” She and Scootaloo opened the flap to their tent and entered, leaving the other two alone outside. Spike attempted to follow Sweetie Belle into their tent before she stopped him. “Uh, could you wait outside for a minute while I get changed into my pajamas? Not that I can't trust you not to look, but I'd feel more comfortable with you outside while I'm nearly naked,” she awkwardly asked. Spike nodded and stood outside, standing near the embers of the fire to stay warm as Sweetie Belle closed the flap. Now that she had privacy, she grabbed her crotch without hesitation. She had been consuming just as many liquids as her friends, making her need for release just as bad as theirs, if not worse. Rarity's influence had some effect on her younger sister, to the point where she couldn't feel comfortable using the restroom in the middle of the woods. Not that she hadn't done so in emergency situations in the past, but now was different. Now, she had Spike to worry about. Besides the utter shame she'd be putting herself in doing something so private around her crush, but his reaction to her friends' reliefs meant she'd be putting him in an awkward situation too. It was inevitable, she knew that, but she couldn't bear to do anything about it now. She'd have to tough it out for as long as she could and think of something in that time. A tapping on the tent's door kicked her out of her thoughts. “You almost ready in there, Sweetie Belle? I want to go to sleep already.” She quickly obliged his request, taking off her day clothes and putting her pajamas on before calling out, “It's safe, Spike, you can come in.” The tent opened as Spike entered, ready to fall asleep. He quickly threw his shirt off, forcing Sweetie Belle to look away to avoid fantasizing about his body. That also meant she missed him kicking his shorts off, leaving him in his boxers until he put his pajamas on. Once he was set, he climbed into his sleeping bag, started the good night calls that reached the other tent, and they all fell asleep.
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Sweetie Belle woke up in a panic. She wasn't sure what vendetta Princess Luna had with her, but she had to have a dream about her on a raft in the middle of a river, which included an oh-so-lovely view of a raging waterfall. Even in the realm of dreams, she was completely at the mercy of her agonizingly painful bladder, which was not lessened upon waking. She was holding herself hard inside her sleeping bag, and knew there was no way out of it now. It was either outside or in her pants, no other option. As quickly as she could manage in her situation, she gently slid out of the sleeping bag and carefully stood up. But even that was too much for the poor young mare, as those simple and slow motions were enough to cause her bladder to spasm, making her leak a little into her panties. It was a pretty small amount, but it was felt, and she was incredibly worried. She opened the flap to the tent, and took one step outside. It was still dark. Really dark. There was no remaining light from their fire left, and while the moon had made its progress down to the point where its light was hidden behind the thick trees, the sun was nowhere close to rising. If these were normal circumstances, she could have used her horn to illuminate the immediate area, but that was not feasible under the pressure she was experiencing. Sweetie Belle considered her very few options. She could accept defeat, wet herself and deal with what that entailed. She could do her business directly outside the tent, and hope it dried up before morning. She could venture off in the darkness for more privacy and risk seriously hurting herself or getting lost. None of these were anything close to ideal, or even acceptable, but she was deciding which of these was the least of the evils. Or...she had one other possibility, one that could avoid all of the problems with her current choices. She could wake Spike up and have him help her. His dragon nightvision would allow her safe passage a distance away, where she could safely do what she needed to. It seemed like a good option, but it still had one flaw; she really didn't want to have Spike be a part of this. It could only be embarrassing to both of them, and it was entirely possible it would ruin her chances with him forever. But then again, would it be any worse if he woke up and saw that she had wet herself? She would look terrible either way, so she really should take the one where she could avoid an accident and the one Spike could understand. Even with that, her anxiety over the situation was making her hesitate on a decision, wasting precious seconds of control. Sweetie Belle finally caved in, not willing to embarrass herself further than what was necessary. Gently, she tried to wake Spike up, tapping his chest with her foot. Stretching one leg out was not helping her out in the slightest, but it was better than bending down low enough to use her hands, not even considering what it would do to remove them from their current holding position. When Spike was refusing to rise, Sweetie Belle got frustrated and stomped hard, kicking Spike in the ribs. That was enough for the dragon to take notice, as he woke up coughing. He quickly surveyed his surroundings, and found Sweetie Belle's foot hovering over him. “Sweetie Belle, what in Tartarus are you doing?!” Just as the outburst left his mouth, he saw the rest of Sweetie Belle, most notably her crossed legs, hands buried between them, hunched over, and horrible panic on her face. Spike's heart started beating faster, it got harder to breathe, and he went speechless. She didn't have the time to say much, but she managed to force out her command. “Spike...I need to go really bad...help me, please...” Spike had absolutely no idea how he should respond to this, especially when his mind went to some very naughty places on the thought of “helping her”. “B-b-bu-but, y-you...h-huh,” he stammered and spat out. His mind was racing, hitting every possible scenario it came across without spending any time on an individual one. Even with that, he couldn't help but take special note of just how much Sweetie Belle was struggling against herself and shaking under the pressure. Sweetie Belle really had grown, hadn't she? She had gotten taller (which Spike was not too fond of, he didn't like a girl his age taller than him), her voice had evened out even if she was still prone to squeaking every now and again, and, more relevant to Spike's interests, she had...filled out. Sure, her breasts were not nearly as big as Apple Bloom's, but she certainly wasn't flat-chested either, and she had a beautiful booty most other mares could never have. And now she was standing above him, her hands pressed very fiercely against her pants, her arms pushing her boobs together and making them appear nicer. Even if she was in agony, it was...well, it was cute, and he found himself unable to resist that. He sighed and resigned himself to his fate. “Alright, Sweetie Belle, I've got you.” He stood up and walked outside the tent, where he realized how dark it was. Not that he couldn't see well enough, but he could tell that his partner would be having a few problems, so he grabbed her shoulder with his claws and led her away. He tried his best to stay calm under the circumstances, but it wasn't easy. Sweetie Belle was doing nothing but struggling in his grip, letting out constant moans, cries, and an occasional Sweetie Belle squeak. It was hard to listen to, knowing his friend was in pain. Not to mention, all of this was giving Spike a few odd feelings, deep inside that he was really hoping he could keep inside.. After only a minute of slow walking, Sweetie Belle wriggled free from Spike's hold. “Oh, Spike...I can't wait any longer, I have to go now!” The amount of panic in her voice was astounding, as she bounced in a final push of holding. “I'm begging you, please don't look!” Panicking himself, both due to being an accessory to the situation and because she yelled at him even if she didn't mean it, Spike turned around completely. Because of this, he couldn't see what was happening, but he could hear it. The same sound that he had to deal with earlier, the same sound that was haunting his dreams that night. Sweetie Belle, peeing really loudly, so close. It was maddening. Listening to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo relieving themselves earlier was bad enough, and he struggled not to out himself during it. But this, this was so much worse. The other two had some distance on him, far enough that their sounds were quiet enough to be bearable. Sweetie Belle was only a foot behind him, and she was loud. She had to go so much worse than her friends, and it was obvious. Spike was breathing heavy and sweating, forcing himself to not do anything inappropriate now. Sweetie Belle, squatting on the ground and unleashing the contents of her bladder in a forceful stream, was feeling relief and ecstasy that she had never felt before, not at these levels. She couldn't help but moan happily in the feeling of the moment. And every time, she blushed hard and covered her mouth to keep quiet. Even in the happiness she had, she was still incredibly ashamed of what was happening. This was a last resort she only took out of horrible desperation, and she knew it. And of course, she was really scared of the boy standing directly next to her. Spike was her friend, and she could trust him to be a gentleman and not look. But even so, his mere presence was enough to make her nervous. What if this act made Spike too uncomfortable to hang around with her anymore? She hoped that Spike was above that, that he could be her knight that Rarity's romantics promised her love would be, but the pessimism was clawing away at her. Spike was visibly shaking, his mind fighting his body, to decide what he should be doing right now. Sweetie Belle, directly behind him, bombarding his ears with the constant splashing, the distinct smell of urine overflowing his nostrils, it was all too much for him. His developed mind relinquished command to his primal instincts, as he turned back and began to stare at the mare in her compromising position. Sweetie Belle's eyes had since adjusted to the darkness, allowing her some vision, but she was too preoccupied with herself to take notice of Spike's change of heart. It wasn't until another minute later, when she finally ran dry and her stream sputtered to a halt, where she could put her attention towards other things. She still had one little problem, so she looked at Spike and asked, “Hey Spike, can you get me a leaf to wipe myself with?” That was when she saw the dragon, staring intently at her. It took him almost 10 seconds to realize he had been caught, and to start reacting accordingly. Sweetie Belle felt betrayed. Spike had seemed like such a perfect guy, proper and nice. And here he was now, acting like nothing better than a complete pervert. She stood up, not bothering to pull her pants and underwear up first, and slapped him across the cheek. It ended up being harder than she intended, but she didn't regret the extra force. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SPIKE?! YOU PERVERT!” She yelled loud, probably louder than she ever had before. The shock of her shout was enough to bring Spike back to his senses. He went back to his original self, and began stuttering his answers again. “U-u-u-uh-o-oh...” His eyes were darting between Sweetie Belle's death glare, and her lower regions, which she was still neglecting and leaving exposed. It didn't take long for her to catch that, causing her to bend back over and pull her pants back up, her stare never leaving Spike. Spike felt like his soul was being pierced, and he found himself unable to lie or hide anything. Defeatedly, he confessed. “S-sorry, Sweetie Belle. I really shouldn't have done that, I know it was wrong. It's just...I-I couldn't help myself.” Sweetie Belle was not letting off the offensive, but there was a strain in her voice, like she was fighting back tears. “But why? Why would you do something like that? Why couldn't you 'help yourself'?” Spike really, really wanted a way out of this. He just wanted to escape now, anything to avoid having to reveal his deep secret. But he knew Sweetie Belle, even if she wasn't as forceful as her friends, she would make him tell. With no easy way out, he defeatedly gave in. “Okay, fine, I'll tell you. Just...please keep it a secret, it's hard enough for me to share this with you. I'm serious, Pinkie Promise!” Sweetie Belle went through the necessary chant and hand motions to swear secrecy. Spike sighed and continued. “I...I have a fetish. I was trying to keep it secret, because I think it's embarrassing and I thought I would just get laughed at if I ever told. But you've backed me into a corner, so...” He breathed in heavily, trying to summon the courage to finish his sentence. “It's...I like thinking about girls...peeing,” he quickly spat out to get it over with. His eyes were closed, not wanting to see Sweetie Belle's reaction, and he only assumed it was bad. When he forced himself to look again, Sweetie Belle wasn't disgusted or furious or anything he imagined. At worst, she was confused, and she was going to ask the questions on her mind. “Y-you...like thinking about girls...doing that? B...but why?” Spike grumbled and muttered under his breath, “See, this is why I didn't want to tell, because I have to go through this.” He began speaking up again, “I don't know why! All I know is, I was thinking of Rarity once years ago, this situation came into my head, and I ended up loving it! Even after our breakup, when I promised myself I'd get over her, she was just too hot to forget. And since then, I've thought of other girls in the same circumstances, and it was just as good each time.” Sweetie Belle wasn't sure how to take in what she was being told, but one part of that stuck out. “Other girls? You think of other girls besides my sister? I mean, I know you tried to forget her, but...I thought you gave up on relationships with anyone.” “Well, I don't think about them as often or as fondly, but yeah, there are other attractive girls. Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and...” He muttered something under his breath, inaudible. Sweetie Belle leaned in a little closer to hear. “Who was the last one? Come on, you can tell me, I already promised to keep the secret.” Spike groaned. “Ugh, it's you! You! I have a crush on you too! But then I had to go and do this stupid thing, so you probably wouldn't even consider me anymore.” Sweetie Belle was taken aback hard. Spike had a crush on her too? “W-why did you tell me this before!” “Why? Because how did you want me to break that to you, 'Hey, Sweetie Belle, I have a crush on both you and your sister, also, I totally love thinking about you two peeing, preferably next to each other'?” Sweetie Belle didn't know how she was expected to respond to that. “Okay, maybe you shouldn't have said that, it's really not something I need to think about, but...alright, come closer.” She grabbed his arm and pulled. Even though her voice and demeanor had calmed, Spike was still expecting to get hit again. He felt he deserved it, so he closed his eyes and stepped closer, close enough where he was almost touching Sweetie Belle. He braced himself for the strike. The last thing he was expecting was a kiss, a forceful one directly on the lips. Not a quick peck, a loving make out, one that never seemed to break away. Spike's eyes flew open, and directly in front of his face was Sweetie Belle, enjoying the moment. He pushed her away in surprise. “Sweetie Belle, what are you doing?!” Her eyes still half closed, she gently put her finger over Spike's mouth. “Isn't it obvious, you idiot? You can be so blind sometimes, I like you too! I've wanted to tell you for a while but...you have a point, it's hard to tell your crush how you feel about them. That's actually the reason I invited you on this trip to begin with, so I could impress you and start a relationship.” Spike started blushing, hard enough that it was visible through his scales. “Y-you mean it? You really like me? So...am I forgiven? I know it was wrong, but is it all better now?” Sweetie Belle was ready to say yes, but a thought struck her. Rarity had taught her that while she needed to be delicate, she also needed to be assertive to get what she wanted. She smiled deviously. “Oh, I'm not so sure, Spike. Even if we like each other, I think you still need to really see what you did. And as far as I know, there's only one way to properly do that. You've been doing the same things we have, drinking just as much and haven't stepped away. So how badly do you have to go now?” Spike knew what Sweetie Belle was trying to pull, and he didn't feel comfortable with doing it. Not that he would say that, he'd sound like a complete hypocrite, so he'd have to make up an excuse. “H-heh, well, sorry to disappoint you, but dragons can hold a lot more than ponies. So...I'm pretty good now.” It wasn't a complete excuse. The first part was true, dragon bladders were closer to the size of an alicorn's than a normal pony's, allowing him a day or two between bathroom visits. His lie came in where he claimed he didn't have to pee. Maybe he really didn't, he couldn't tell completely, extreme arousal could fake the feeling, but he had that feeling now. Somehow, through witchcraft that Spike couldn't hope to understand, Sweetie Belle saw right through his lies. “Come on, Spike, if we want to have a good relationship, we need to be honest and open with each other. If I want to understand and accept your...interest, I should see it first-hand. Can't you do that for me, please?” She puppy-dogged her eyes, a skill she had remained a master of even as she grew, and clasped her hands together to maximize cuteness. Spike was starting to give in, but he had one last card to play. “Well, I know that you're getting used to the darkness, but you still can't see as well as I can. It would be a waste of time to make me do this if you wouldn't be able to see it well enough.” Sweetie Belle gave up on the cute act, growing tired of Spike avoiding her request. She went blunt, wordlessly making her horn illuminate, more than enough to completely light up the area around them. She stayed silent, but her face was enough to tell Spike his game was up. Spike realized this, too. He had nothing else to fall back on, nowhere to escape to. He was going to have to expose himself to Sweetie Belle. “Sorry. I know I shouldn't be doing this to you, considering what you did for me...even if it was accidentally.” He turned towards the trunk of the closest tree, and Sweetie Belle moved herself to the best vantage point. Spike bit the inside of his mouth, pushing forward despite his embarrassment. He reached down, pulling his shorts' button through its hole, opening up the slit on the front of his pants. He looked over to Sweetie Belle, hoping for one last chance to back out. She instead prodded him further. Sighing, he reluctantly reached through the open pants and pulled the brim of his underwear down inside, though he had no reason to undress himself further. After hesitating one last time, he pulled his expanded dragon dong out. That was enough to completely grab Sweetie Belle's attention. After all, despite her age, she had never seen a male's parts in front of her before, and she was getting an amazing first impression. Even with the verbal abuse he received, Spike remained very erect the entire time, and that was the size that she was seeing. It got her feeling very aroused, putting her in the same position that Spike was in earlier as she unintentionally started drooling. It took Spike a minute to get going, his erection making it difficult to start a stream, but it still happened. It began slow as he forced it through a boner, but it picked up speed quickly as he realized how relieving it was. He wasn't feeling much of an urge to go, but his large bladder size ensured that he was still letting out a considerable volume. He closed his eyes and sighed as he gave in completely, his urine now pouring out. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle was certainly enjoying herself. Watching intently, she licked her lips as she took in as much of what she was seeing. She wasn't in a position to deduce which part of it was making her hot, but it was doing a damn good job. “Oh, Spike...I think I understand why you like this so much...” Her panties were already considerably damp from her near-accident, but she was positively soaking them now. Spike snorted once in amusement. “Oh, really? Anything in particular you like?” The sight of Spike's little waterfall pouring out, the sound of it crashing into the large puddle he had created, the pungent smell that had made its way to her nose, these were normally things that would either not excite Sweetie Belle, or would outright turn her off. But there was something about what was happening, there and then, that made it irresistible. Maybe it was because it was the boy she liked, or because he was showing trust in her and liking her back. She had years of sexuality on her, she knew about how it worked, and she had spent plenty of time masturbating. But it was so much worse now, she was unbelievably horny, clouding her thoughts and making her latch onto anything remotely sexual happening. It was getting so bad that she couldn't focus, and her magical light was flickering in response. She had to force herself to calm down and keep her horn going, if only so she wouldn't have to miss a second of Spike. Minutes later, Spike's stream finally started running dry, and stopped completely a few seconds later. He shook his penis to get the last few drops off, and admitted to himself that he kind of liked the experience. Maybe he secretly liked being watched doing something so private, he didn't know. “Okay, that wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Was it good for you too?” Sweetie Belle was still staring at his dragon cock, even if she had been looking at it exclusively for the past 5 minutes. “Y-yeah, it was...amazing. But, um...c-can I...can I touch it?” Spike looked between her face and his dick. “Y-you want to touch it? Really? U-uh, s-sure, you can.” They were both awkward and shy at the moment, inexperienced at this new thing called intimacy. Without saying it, she stepped closer and put her hand on the male part. Not grabbing it, just touching it. She sighed happily, the sound coming out fragmented from excitement. “It's...really handsome, Spike. And...it's really, really big.” He was taken aback to hear that last one. He hadn't seen any other men exposed in real life, as he wanted to keep it, but he had lots of experience looking at porn. He found it hard to believe that his 6-inch length was “big”. Not that he knew what was normal for dragons his age, but he had nothing on a full-grown stallion. But before he could argue the claim, he realized that Sweetie Belle thought he was big. There was no reason he should ruin what she thought. He suddenly grunted and moaned as his lover began gently rubbing him, still not wrapping her hand around it, just petting it softly like she would to Opal. It was feeling amazing to Spike, somehow even better than when he would do it himself. He knew that he would have to repay her, and he did so by pulling the waistband of her pants, letting them fall as he maneuvered into her underwear. His claws made contact with exactly what he wanted to as she loudly announced her ecstasy, her eyes closing and a heavy blush breaking out on her cheeks, a look that Spike, being so close to her face, found irresistibly cute. In this moment of shared clopping with each other, there was an equality, an understanding between the two of them, of what they needed and what they loved. In this complete happiness, they came closer, their bodies touching more as they kissed again. At that moment, they weren't just two kids, they weren't just a dragon and a mare experimenting with love, they were one soul, bound together by their adoration for each other. It was something they never wanted to end.
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Celestia's sun had risen, as Apple Bloom yawned and walked out of her tent to meet the day. The open flap let further light in, waking Scootaloo against her will. She grumbled and accepted it, as she also climbed out. They were the only ones out at the moment, which Apple Bloom noticed. “Shouldn't Sweetie Belle and Spike be up by now? It's far too late for them to be sleeping in.” Scootaloo rubbed her eyes, working to fully wake up. “Apple Bloom, this is a normal time to sleep. Just because your crazy farm life dictates you get up at completely unreasonable hours, doesn't mean everyone else has to do the same.” Apple Bloom pretended not to hear the insult against her daily life as she tapped on their tent. “Come on you two! Get up already, we've got a day ahead of us!” Almost immediately, the tent opened up as the two of them came out, staying close and holding each other. Apple Bloom once again noticed this first. “Well now, you two look happy. What happened?” Sweetie Belle giggled. “Oh, we just had a really good night together. Nothing you need to worry about.” She quickly nuzzled Spike, which led into another kiss. Attempting to ignore what she found a sickening display of affection, Scootaloo leaned in close to Apple Bloom to share her thoughts on what was happening. “They totally fucked last night,” she whispered. “Yeah, no question about it.”
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Morning came sooner than expected, possibly due to Celestia's eagerness to show her sister up. Or maybe it just felt that way because it was messing with the normally nocturnal Luna's sleep schedule. Either way, Luna was groggy, and she was going to make it known. As the sun was rising, Luna was changing out of her casual clothes into the formal attire she would need to wear, when there was a knock on the door. Not willing to put up with shit, Luna angrily called back, “I'm barely dressed in here, go away!” Despite the shout, the door opened anyway, and on the other side was Celestia, already in her yellow dress for the day, holding a mug in her hand. “Come on, Luna, we've got work to do. You want some coffee to wake yourself up, or are you afraid of having any more liquids?” Luna wasn't going to deny to herself that her bladder was already sending her signals, but she wouldn't give her sister the satisfaction. She determinedly grabbed the mug from Celestia's hand and chugged the hot drink down in one gulp. Plus, it would help her wake up quickly, allowing her to focus on the ponies she'd be talking to, which would in turn keep her mind off the need that was sure to be a big problem later on. Once the cup was empty, Luna slammed it onto her table and sighed satisfyingly. “You'll have to try better than that to beat me, Tia. I can drink 17 cups of coffee in a morning.” Celestia laughed. “I don't think so, last time you tried that as a filly, you got so hyped up on caffeine that you claimed you had 'returned from Tartarus to do battle' with everyone you met.” Luna blushed and looked away. “Oh. I didn't think you would have remembered that.” “How could I forget? You also wore a mask, a bright glowing red one. You wore it in my room while I was trying to sleep, and I almost wet my bed in fear when I saw it. So are you going to put on clothes, or would you rather just stay here in your underwear? Actually, I already know the answer to that.” Celestia opened Luna's closet and pulled out a purple dress. “Put this on now.” Luna sighed. Even without their challenge, today was going to be agonizing.
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The day went on, with Celestia and Luna at the helm of Canterlot Day Court. Ponies would come in to request things of the princesses, either funds, workers, or the service of the Royal Guard. A lot of these requests were absolutely ridiculous, like the one in front of them, asking for a large sum of ponies to do work, assuming that more ponies meant faster work. Through centuries of experience, the Royal Sisters had learned how to expertly talk with each other during sessions like this without being noticed, through a mix of whispering at the right times, and a harmless perception filter. Celestia was making use of it right then. “Can you believe this? He thinks having a large group of ponies all working on one goal is going to end in success, instead of everypony overstepping each other's work.” “There's some precedence to this. It took 16 days of continuous work, but 90,000 ponies completed an adventure, and even created a religion in the process, praise Helix.” Luna moved her hoof across her body in a specific fashion, culminating in a swirl pattern. Celestia rolled her eyes. “I have no idea what you're referring to, but there's no way that sort of thing could ever be replicated.” “They did it again, beating their old team in the process, and are underway on a third expedition. Are you going to answer him or not, I'd like to finish this as quickly as possible.” Celestia smiled at her younger sister. “Getting a little anxious, are we? Perhaps you'd like to take a certain break now?” Luna couldn't deny that she was feeling a very strong growing pressure down below, and she was thankful for the long dress, giving her enough privacy to tightly cross her legs. Things were not looking all that great for her, but she was determined not to be obvious about it. “It hasn't even crossed my mind, sister. You know as well as I that this is painfully boring, and I just want to get back to my life and sleep.” It was a reasonable explanation, but Celestia wasn't going to buy it, she knew Luna must have to pee badly by now. She was also skilled in keeping it hidden, but Celestia was desperately wishing for a bathroom visit. She, too, was crossing her legs under her dress. She wasn't going to show weakness to her sister or her subjects, but she was seriously doubting her ability to keep this up. After all, if she couldn't hold it any longer, she'd have to either openly hold herself or have an accident. Luna was having the same worries next to her. It was going to be painful for both of them.
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The hours dragged on, and things were looking grim for the princesses. Both of them were using everything in their power to keep composure, and both were almost spent. If the day went on any longer, there would be no hope for them. Because of this, they were both thankful to the high heavens when Captain Armor stepped before them and declared, “The Day Court of the Royal Pony Sisters is now closed for the day, I would like to ask all of you to please leave the premises, and return on another day.” The ponies in the line grumbled, and the other guards guided them out. It took a few minutes for the room to clear, and during that time, Celestia and Luna had to stay in their spots and still look dignified. Both were now dying to pee, and were begging for the day to end so they could at least grab themselves to buy more time. At last, the last of the crowd went out the door, and Celestia moved her hands towards her crotch for a squeeze, until she noticed Shining Armor was still in the room. He turned to them and began explaining. “Sorry I ended things a little early, princess, but I've got plans for tonight that I really can't miss.” He patted his coat's pocket and smiled, indicating something important inside, perhaps a small box. Despite her romantic side, Celestia normally wouldn't approve of ending court early just so her Captain of the Guard could go on a date, but every minute was of the essence now, so she would take what she could get and make her way to the nearest bathroom as quickly as she could manage. She thanked her Captain, but he didn't respond, his focus instead drawn to Luna. Celestia turned her attention to her younger sister, who was tightly grabbing herself, either unaware or not caring if anyone else was in the room. Looking at her sister giving into her urges was not helping Celestia's situation in the slightest. Thankfully, Shining Armor didn't seem to care. He just held his hand up and started walking away. “Alright, I'll see you two tomorrow, then.” Now that they were alone, Celestia was going to join her sister in at least partially giving into her body's demands. Even with pressure on her privates, the knowledge that relief was not that far away caused her to dribble a little into her pink panties. Wordlessly, the two princesses started running out, before they were reminded why that was a bad idea. The sudden spasms from both their bladders forced them to bend over to contain themselves. It worked for the time being, but now it would require everything they could manage to make it to safety. Their personal bathrooms were, without a doubt, too far away to conceivably make it, so their only option were to find the closest possible choice, and their frantic state of mind wasn't allowing them to find it mentally. So, all they could do was aimlessly wander through the castle halls and hope they stumbled across a toilet before time ran out. Luna was not very fond of waiting. “Ooh, I don't know how much longer I can wait, Tia! I need to go potty now!” Celestia was trying to be sympathetic, but that would be hard to do when they were in the same situation. “I know, Luna. Just try to hold on a little bit longer.” They passed multiple guards and castle staff in their struggle, attracting attention, but neither of the two could care in the situation they were in. All that mattered to them was making it to any bathroom. At this point, even a normal bathroom was seeming like a luxury, dignity be damned, they might take anything at this point. It didn't come to that, though. Their arduous walk paid off, and they were rewarded with a small bathroom. As in, only one toilet, no stalls. This would prove to be a difficult problem, considering that two was a greater number than one. Good thing that Celestia was a kind and caring older sister who would give up her well-being for her younger sister's sake. Or she would be, if she wasn't about to burst, a thought completely consuming her actions. Being slightly ahead of Luna already, she made it into the bathroom first, and shut the door behind her. When Luna realized what had happened, her eyes grew wide, and she threw herself against the door, pounding on it with her free hand. “What are you doing, Tia?!” “I'm sorry Luna, but I need this just as much as you do!” Luna tried the doorknob, but it was locked, as it should be. “Please, just let me in anyway! I'll use the sink if I have to!” She was being serious, anything that could offer her relief sounded great right now. No reply from the other side, which was making Luna's situation seem even more helpless. She continued knocking, even though she knew it was pointless now. Droplets in her black panties were picking up into a light stream, running down her legs onto the marble floor beneath her. Celestia felt a pang of regret for what she was doing, but it wasn't enough to overwhelm her biological needs. She quickly pulled the fabric of her dress up as high as she could, held it up with one hand, and used the other to pull down her slightly more than damp panties to her ankles, before finally putting her butt on the seat. Outside the room, all Luna could hear was a loud, relieved sigh and the distinctive sound of a very strong stream of pee pouring into the toilet bowl. That was all it took for the ocean contained inside Luna to break free, absolutely ruining her panties in a matter of seconds, and not sparing much for the front of her dress that was still being pressed against her marehood. Suddenly, the fight was lost, there was nothing Luna could do at this point. One of the princesses of Equestria, a vitally important pony to the flow of day and night, dreamwalker that helped ponies with their problems, was peeing herself in the hallway of the castle. For 10 minutes, that's all that happened. Celestia sat on the toilet and peed exactly as one would expect, though with more relieved sighing and a harder than necessary stream, while Luna did the same thing in the hallway. Though it would be natural for her to drop to her knees, she at least had enough control to know that doing that would do more damage to her clothing. She had also since let go of her dress to prevent the already big wet spot from growing even worse. In all respects, it was the most calm and dignified wetting that could be reasonably expected, only tainted by the tears running down her face. Finally, Luna's stream ended, leaving one gigantic puddle clearly visible on the floor. Just as Luna sighed relief that it was over, a flush came from inside the bathroom, followed by another quick stream of water from the sink. Once that shut off, the door opened, and Celestia stood on the other side. She scanned the sight of her younger sister, the yellow-tinged puddle grabbing her attention. “Listen, Luna...I'm really sorry. I know that just locking you out wasn't the nicest thing to do, but you understand the predicament I was in.” Luna was definitely still upset at what had just happened, but she still found reason to smile. “You know, Tia...I won the competition. I didn't lose control until I heard your splashing. It wasn't much of a victory, especially considering where I was standing at the time, but take the victories where you can, right?” Celestia was pulled in by Luna's optimism. “Alright, Lulu, sounds like you did win. Congratulations, I didn't think you could beat me. You really have grown quite a bit, able to compete with your big sister like that.” Luna batted her hand. “Come on, I don't think this is a good representation of by maturity.” “You're right. But you still proved yourself here. You went through a bad situation, one that could reduce any pony to a complete mess, and you still managed to handle it with grace and an eventual smile. That takes a lot of bravery and strength.” Luna could only smile and blush at her sister. “It's not that hard to deal with a bad situation like this, because I know that I'll always have a sister who's proud of me.” She opened her arms for a hug, and Celestia stepped closer to join, not caring what was still all over the floor surrounding her sister, because some bad things are worth sticking through for your sister. Because some things never change, even after a thousand years.