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female Everyday Life With a Desperate Dullahan


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Lala the dullahan sat in darkness, the lights purposefully left off and the curtain closed because she felt a lot more comfortable in the shade. She was a messenger of the underworld, or so she claimed, an aversion to brightness was to be expected. Currently, she was polishing the blade of her scythe to look as intimidating as possible as the shine reflected moonlight, if she could line it up with the moon's direction and fullness. Until then, it was strictly for agriculture, as she also claimed.

 

She didn't really need to do this at all, but whatever kept her distracted and busy. Cerea had visited her earlier and informed her that Suu was on a perverted streak, warning her to stay away from the toilet. Lala was not about to let her little traumatic experience from yesterday repeat itself, so she heeded the advice and planned to stay in her room until the coast was clear. However, this isolation came with a downside, and that was how badly she needed to pee now, what else would happen avoiding the restroom? Lala wouldn't dare admit it, but she had a disappointingly small bladder, and a very hard time holding her urine. That was an embarrassing point to her, she was supposed to be strong and competent, and would instead need frequent potty breaks like a child. In fact, that was one of the big reasons she was so urgent in finding her body when she first met Kimihito, so it wouldn't have an accident without a head to guide it.

 

As such, Lala was already struggling. Sitting on her knees with her scythe, she laid her left hand on the front of her skirt and her thighs were pressed together. Any normal situation, she'd be running for the restroom right now. Hell, even if she was outdoors, she'd be ducking behind the nearest bush. This was so much worse, she needed to pee so badly but had no means of release, it was torturous. She whimpered, just a little, in response to the mounting pressure.

 

“Do not give in, Lala. You're better than this, it isn't that hard to wait.” She said it, but she didn't believe it in the slightest. She felt her bladder quivering and stretching to its limits, eager to empty right now. The blue-skinned dullahan was bouncing on her knees, her private parts tingling with urge. She started looking around the room just to avoid dwelling on her pee, and that's when she saw a cup she had brought in filled with water, now empty waiting to be brought back to the kitchen.

 

“I guess I could,” Lala considered. It couldn't be that hard to pee in a cup, it was decently big with a pretty wide opening, she could probably make it work. “But should I?” If she filled it up, she'd have to dump it out and she sure as hell wasn't going out in the open carrying a cup of her pee, so she'd have to wait until nighttime when everyone else was asleep to dispose of it. Until then, she also didn't have a place to lay it down where it wouldn't spill, not one out of sight. If someone came in with that thing sitting on her dresser, she'd be dealing with the shame of two urine-related incidents in as many days.

 

Still, she needed to go, she couldn't go use the toilet, the cup was an option. “Perhaps it would be smarter to save the concerns for later, when I'm no longer so desperate.” Yeah, that sounded good. Standing up nice and slowly while keeping her hand on the front of her skirt, Lala grabbed the empty glass in her trembling left hand, and looked around to ensure she was clear from any onlookers. There wasn't really much of a threat, she was alone in her private room, but checking was still an instinctual thing when about to do something so inappropriate. It didn't cross her mind that a quick look would not be enough to spot Suu if she was present.

 

Presently satisfied and trembling in anticipation of relief, she took her hand off her skirt and instead reached it underneath, grabbing the white lace front band of her black panties and sliding them halfway down her thighs, far enough down that she could fit the cup between the underwear and her unmentionables. Hesitantly, she put the cup into position at a slight outward angle to keep grip, reeling back an inch as the cold glass touched her sensitive area.

 

That was just enough to get Lala to lose control over her bladder as urine started trickling out. The stream was incredibly weak at first, little drips coming off at every point with the main flow fluctuating in distance. Lala was nervous about doing something like this, but as she started to accept it, her pee picked up and finally started to feel good.

 

It was then that Lala learned why girls tended to avoid using cups or other containers of similar size, because female genitalia was not geared for accuracy. As she had relaxed, the distance between her crotch and the cup had increased, just enough to allow a rogue spurt to fly outside the glass' boundaries, landing on the thin glove holding it in place. Thin enough to feel it, Lala jumped back at feeling her own urine, dropping the glass she was using at the moment in surprise, somehow not shattering upon hitting the floor.

 

That meant that Lala no longer had anything to pee into, but that wasn’t enough to stop her. All of it was just flying onto the wood floor, spraying everywhere in the near vicinity with a loud splatter. Now she was desperate to get it to stop, grabbing herself with both hands to forcibly stem the flow, which unfortunately isn't likely to work on a girl that was desperate enough to use a cup. It pooled in her hands, streaming down between the fingers, the feeling soaking through her gloves.

 

She squeezed as much as she could manage, her legs rubbing together at the knees, rivulets running down her legs into her black thigh-high socks, the front of her white skirt being pushed into the line of fire and getting wet as well, the yellow stain very obvious, before Lala's bladder finally started to heed her. The stream didn't so much as weaken as stop abruptly, but Lala didn't dare let go. Despite all the pee now on the floor, she somehow still needed to go really bad. “How the hell can I hold this much in,” she shouted in angry disbelief.

 

Top priority now was finding somewhere else to finish this, because she could feel her urethra burning with the pee stuck in the pipe, and she wasn't going to last much longer. After this little accident, she was not about to use the cup again, she could see how big a mistake that was now. She needed something else, something she couldn't miss. There was nothing like that in the room, so no matter what could happen, she needed to leave and find something else. Since there was no point to bringing them back up, she slid her panties down her legs by wiggling with one hand grabbing herself tightly, and ran out.

 

Lala's initial plan was to dash to the toilet, the most reasonable choice, but by the time she reached the kitchen, the pain started getting sharper and more stabbing as the final wave of desperation hit. She grabbed herself with both hands again, really hard. If she didn't have gloves, her nails would probably be digging in right where she'd want it least. “Damn damn damn,” she swore as a few more leaks squirted out, bringing the severity of the situation to the forefront of her mind; if she dawdled any longer, she was going to pee.

 

She needed to consider the options before her, within her current line of sight. First in her vision was the potted plant Kimihito kept, large enough to catch her eye. Tempting, without a doubt, but its elevation and small diameter meant she'd have to stand above it and take care of business like that, and she had just proven she wasn't capable of that precision. Still, she whimpered at the thought of having to search further.

 

She looked over the kitchen counters, and saw a variety of cups and bowls that Miia had neglected to clean after preparing breakfast. Yet more containers she had no chance of using without a gigantic puddle following. “I'm gonna make such a huge mess. I can't do this anymore, I need to piss now!” Just as she was about to give in, she saw the sink. “That'll do,” she exclaimed, running towards it.

 

Standing in front of it, leaking more drops, Lala almost started drooling, but she couldn't ignore the inherent problems with this option. There was a portion of counter in front of the sink, sticking out far enough that the only way she'd be able to sit on the sink was to lean forward to account for aim. Not that she'd be able to sit effectively at all, because the faucet stuck out quite far with no way to rotate it, the open space not nearly enough to accommodate her rear. If she could even get onto the counter, of course, being over half her height.

 

“I don't have time to find something else, I have to use this!” Hopping in place, she removed her right hand and placed in on the counter with her left, her thighs rubbing together to alleviate some of the new pressure, and vaulted upwards. Lala did not have much upper body strength, hindered further by her bladder being a hog and taking most of it, so she struggled just to get her knees up, a few more drops falling, but she did get up, wiggling some to get her full legs up on the counter.

 

That was the final straw for Lala's bladder, stretched to its limit and exhausted, it slackened the urethra muscles and started a full stream. Feeling it rushing on its way, Lala hastily squirmed into a squatting position, maybe taking care not to hit her head on the cabinets above the sink. She wasn't fast enough, the pee started full force before she would have liked, but the error was corrected in a few seconds, and the dullahan was spraying her body's liquid contents into the sink.

 

“Ooh, that feels so much better,” she concluded, closing her eyes to give into the relief. True, she was squatting in front of the kitchen sink instead of a using a proper restroom, but she'd take what she could get, so long as she did it secretly. She was facing the wall, so she wouldn't see if anyone was watching, but she told herself she'd sense it. She could be alone with the sound of her violent splash against the porcelain of the sink.

 

It wasn't a perfect solution. Besides the total visibility to the action, just a few tiny streams weren't going down with the rest of the urine, and instead lost force and dripped down directly below her bottom. Not that it was a huge deal, she had already made a puddle there, but she'd have to take care of it as soon as she could. It could have been so much worse, but Lala got lucky. The plug wasn't covering the drain and none of the dishes were in the sink itself, so her mess was staying relatively contained.

 

The tingling in Lala's nethers wound down as the pee stream lost strength, increasing the leaking below her. She let out a big sigh, abruptly cut off as she heard a few splashes behind her. She suddenly turned her head, almost falling backwards from the motion, and saw no one, but the puddle beneath her was bigger than she had realized, it was going past the edge of the counter and dripping onto the floor. “I have to clean this up too? Fine,” she grumbled, shaking her butt to knock off any lingering pee because the paper towels were out of her reach.

 

That's when Lala realized, she didn't have much of a way to get down. She really couldn't waddle off the counter in a squat, she'd have to sit in her puddle at least a little to touch the floor again. Grumbling, she smoothed her skirt back down her legs and kicked her feet out in front of her, butt hitting the counter with a light splash, the warmth felt on her ass just seconds later. She didn't let it soak in too far, pivoting and sliding feet first back onto the floor.

 

Lala grabbed a nearby roll of paper towels and pulled off a liberal amount of sheets, balling them all in her fist and wiping down the puddle on the counter and whatever slid down onto the floor as the white paper was dyed a dirty yellow. Once every last drop was cleaned, she dropped the wad into the trash can specifically under a few other pieces of garbage, and turned on the sink, both to wash down anything sticking to the inside and to wash her gloves a little. Now, there was no evidence of what she had done in the kitchen, but she still had some clothing issues, which she confirmed by feeling the rear of her skirt just a little.

 

“If I can get it into the laundry now, no one could ever know,” she decided, running off to collect her panties in her room. She turned back soon after for more paper towels once she had remembered she left her room in a pretty bad state, unraveling an excessive amount of sheets before just taking the whole roll and leaving. Once she had left, an increasingly dirty and green slime poked out from the kitchen trash can, a bunch of soiled paper towels in the blob and a big, perverted smile on her face.

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Very detailed and I LOVE IT!!!

Your Monster Musume stories are Fan-freaking-tastic!

Unfortunately, I haven't seen Monster Musume yet, but I mean too! One of these days...

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You're seriously one of my favorite fic writers right now with this incredible series. Honestly, the only thing I'd change is more full-on wettings instead of almost made it.

Love the series, always excited for the next chapter!

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