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female Everyday Life With a Critical Centaur


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Cerea sat quietly in her room, her legs tucked under her horse body as she laid on the floor mat, reading a book. The traditional Japanese look of the room, her silent demeanor as she partook in a dignified pastime, it was easy to see she was formal, as a knight should be. However, while it was hidden beneath the black cloth over her horse half, she was not entirely still, her back haunches were shifting in their places, and maybe a little whimper could be heard if one listened carefully. Cerea was not comfortable.

 

It had been a few hours since they had agreed on the Suu plan. After it was finalized, Cerea informed Lala because Miia didn't do it like she said she would, and retreated to her room to pass the time. It wasn't her job to look after Suu, that was Papi's position, Cerea just wanted to relax if she had nothing to do. True, she could have also practiced with her weapons, but...she didn't want to tire herself out, it was important for her to save her strength.

 

Still, even with careful allocation of energy, Cerea was struggling. Time had passed, and that naturally meant her bladder was filling. Actually, she already felt a need before they had decided on the course of action to deal with the rogue slime hours ago, and needed to contain it past the point she would have taken care of herself under normal circumstances. Even with a larger body and training to restrain her functions, the need would eventually catch up with her, and that time was happening now. It wasn’t “urgent”, but certainly and undeniably “uncomfortable and desperate”.

 

“You're going to be fine, Centorea,” she convinced herself. “You've held it longer than this before, it isn't that hard.” Nevertheless, she bit her bottom lip nervously as she felt the urine slosh around inside her. “But it's not going to be easy, either.”
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It couldn't have been more than an hour since, but now Cerea was in bad shape. She had to pee so badly now she couldn't sit still, she was constantly shifting her weight from side to side, her face broken out in a bright red from the heat, caused by the stress of holding. Her book now looked more like jumbled pages of characters when she couldn't spare the energy to concentrate on anything else, anything to take her mind off her bladder.

 

She didn't want to admit it, but she couldn't spend any more time waiting. “I can't do this anymore, I have to do my business now.” Shakily, she stood up on all four legs, where her hind legs only stayed separated for a second before she pushed them together to provide a little relief. Her front legs, meanwhile, were trotting in place, her hooves making a light clopping sound on the floor mat. “However, I don't know how to do so.”

 

She needed relief. If the toilets hadn't opened yet, Cerea wouldn't make it. However, as she soon considered, that was an “if”, she wasn't entirely certain yet. “Perhaps Master has returned and disciplined Suu for her actions, and I simply had not noticed.” That's what she chose to believe because that scenario would end the best for her. Taking a few seconds to compose herself, she left her room to search for Master.

 

As she emerged out of her privacy, Cerea noticed the place was quiet. That was probably an indication Master wasn't home, because then everyone would be swarming around him. She wasn't giving up so easily, however. “It's possible he has simply requested silence,” she decided, though with little confidence. Wandering the halls of the house, Cerea couldn't find anyone, not even the other girls. It was the same for any room she entered, barring the other girls' bedrooms.

 

Now, Cerea was a little curious. With a stiffness in her walk that would have given away how much she needed to go if there was anyone to see, she opened the door to the bedroom closest to her current position, which happened to be Miia's. She didn't knock as she should have, it was not all that important to her right now. Luckily, Miia wasn't doing anything private, just reading a cookbook in a futile attempt to improve her skills. “I take it Master is still out on his errands?”

 

“I haven't seen Darling yet. Do you need him for something?”

 

“...not particularly. I merely wished to have his company.” After her earlier reassurance that her bodily functions would not pose a problem, Cerea couldn't admit how desperate was now. She was at least taking internal comfort that Miia was also quietly reading in her room, she needed the distraction just as much as Cerea did. “If you haven't seen him, I'll leave you be.” She walked out, noticing Miia start looking really uncomfortable out of the corner of her eye.

 

“Damn,” Cerea quietly vented once she was out of earshot. It was unbecoming for a knight, or a lady, to swear like that, but she didn't have another way to express her resentment for her predicament. All four of her legs were trotting in place again and now her tail was flicking backwards in response to the mounting pressure against her rear. Even her body was telling her to just piss already, no matter how she was clothed or standing in the hallway. “What am I supposed to do now, I really can't hold this any longer.”

 

Most people will find, whether fully human or not, that they begin considering some truly insane options when they're on the verge of wetting themselves. Suddenly, almost anything can be seen as a good enough toilet, so long as it got their bladder empty. This was the state of mind Cerea was currently in, everything that could possibly contain what she could put out. First thing to mind was the sink, a natural first choice for a substitute. It had a bowl, a drain, the faucet allowed it all to be washed down cleanly. It sounded perfect, but it just couldn't work for a centaur. A toilet bowl was a lot closer to the ground than a sink on a kitchen counter, and the large bottom half of a horse meant she wouldn't get that height.

 

Next in her mind was the potted plant Master kept in the living room. The pot was sitting on the floor and a tree seemed like a nice alternative, but that pot was not very big, about a foot in diameter and depth. Cerea could hold a lot, that thing would be overflowing before she was even close to being finished. It didn't even seem likely the dirt would absorb enough before she felt relieved enough to hold the rest in, not that she'd want to or be able to stop once this torrent got started. Maybe she could just let it run over and clean up the excess immediately afterwards, but Suu was on patrol somewhere, she'd get to it first and she'd only get worse.

 

“Need something else, need something else fast,” Cerea kept repeating. She had made the mistake of considering other outlets, giving the signal to the rest of her body that she was about to let loose, getting her bladder all excited and geared up to empty. It felt like she had seconds before the dam burst and a flood started. She crossed her hind legs really tight as she unintentionally thought of the huge flood that was to follow, like a fire hose spraying everywhere. “So much pee,” she whimpered as she pushed her back legs together further.

 

As she kept that image of an ocean in her mind, which was doing wonders at working against her, one last idea came up. Just thinking of water made Cerea think of Mero, their mermaid roommate who was currently out with Master. As an aquatic creature, she lived in the water, so her room contained a swimming pool. In-ground so it was at the right height, it already held so much water so what was a little more, and it already filtered so there'd be no evidence. Suu also couldn't hide in a body of water that large without dissipating, absolutely everything was in place. “I apologize for this, Mero,” Cerea called out to herself before running off to Mero's pool, as fast as she could run while staying dry.

 

Standing in front of the pool, Cerea legs were all moving erratically, so damn close to bursting. The flowing water from the filters was most certainly not helping, she could almost feel her bladder going lax and letting everything stream out. This was the critical moment when every factor was working against her, begging her to leak. If she gave in now, her desperation would all be for nothing. She wished she could grab herself with her hands to ease the pain, but anatomy put her hands far from where they'd need to be on her butt. It'd be so much easier to hold if she could use her hands, though, instead of having to rely on crossing her legs.

 

Cerea really couldn't stand to look at the pool anymore, and turned to face the wall instead, backing up just a little until a back hoof felt the drop from the fall into the pool. Bobbing up and down, she reached her arms back as best as she could and grabbed the top of the black cloth over her bottom half, so long that she needed to alternate pulling it up one hand at a time. The rear end she couldn't reach was taken care of by her tail flying as high as it could to avoid being soaked, pulling up the skirt to a certain height with it.

 

Her bladder was looking for any reason to believe it was time to let go, and disrobing was the perfect excuse. Just as Cerea was pulling up the cover, her hold over her urine dropped and it started flowing out, a light stream at first, splattering against the inside of the fabric with her tail getting some of it too, falling on the floor right before the drop. “Ah ah ah ah,” she grunted and panted as she hastily pulled the rest up, throwing it over her back and letting her tail up to clear the path. No obstructions remaining, Cerea started peeing freely, and with force.

 

There's an expression, “pissing like a racehorse”, meaning a pee that's strong and fast, beyond normal expectations. As a centaur, Cerea was a prime example to prove the expression accurate. Her torrent was shooting out at least a yard behind her, powerful enough to make a crashing pour as it landed in the pool. Most of the stream was concentrated, but the sheer volume meant a lot of droplets were flying off, getting lost in the sea of piss unleashed from the end of a centaur.

 

Cerea looked up to the ceiling as her mouth hung open, breathing deeply with a bright blush on her face and her ears wiggling. “Ohhhhh,” she exhaled blissfully as the pressure on her bladder diminished. It no longer mattered how she was doing her business in a pool, it just felt good. Not like she had a choice anyway, it was a real emergency. She couldn't even stop now if she wanted to, her muscles were so tired.

 

Minutes later, even Cerea's extreme capacity reached its end, and the distance the stream covered started reducing, more drops flying out scattered. She reached her butt out a little further so the final drops wouldn't get on the floor, and then her river ran dry. Giving it a few seconds to ensure there were no secret reserves, she shook her backside to get any drops off since she couldn't clean it off here, and dropped everything back into their usual places. The little bits of wetness from her initial release weren't easily seen and would dry off without consequence, so she could ignore it. “Phew...that's much better.”

 

Turning back to the pool, Cerea inspected the damages. It was certainly evident that a restroom visit had just taken place, given the yellow cloud in the water behind her and the foam on the surface. However, even as she was looking at it, the cloud was spreading and growing less visible by the second, and the foam was floating in the current to the filters. The pool was taking care of cleaning itself, important when it had Mero living in it, so Cerea's little mess would be gone soon.

 

Slightly embarrassed by what she had done, but mostly relieved that she had done something before it was too late, Cerea trotted out of the room, keeping her eyes out to be sure she was unseen. Retreating back to her room, she allowed herself to relax for the first time in hours. Somehow, she made it with an accident, a close call even with her large bladder. Considering how incredibly desperate she had gotten herself, Cerea started thinking, “how are the other girls handling?”

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