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female A Business Dragon's Worry


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"Kobayashi, I require assistance!" The newest dragon to enter Kobayashi's life, Elma, was not limited to her home. This dragon had, by pure coincidence, started working the same job. And, as both were discovering, a programming job was not a smart choice for a mythical creature that had never seen technology. As such, she was relying on the red-haired veteran of computers a lot.

Kobayashi was starting to get used to the dependency, but she still hated being interrupted from her own work. "Alright, what's your problem now?" If another programmer was having issues with their code, it was generally a syntax error, maybe some Unicode, that's the mindset she was in. Which made what she found all the more "amazing". "Let's see, you spelled that word wrong, you've got improper spacing here, you forgot closing brackets there, you're programming in Java language instead of Python, and that's not a character in any human language. How did you even type that?"

"You humans use complicated writings." Elma sipped some coffee she kept on her desk. It didn't provide any benefit to her, but it was part of the human disguise. She probably didn't need it, she already looked the part by hiding her horn and tail, wearing a suit with the jacket all the way on, and a pair of superficial glasses. Just, better safe than sorry, she needed the job to pay rent and food without a portal to the other world.

Kobayashi stroked Elma's hair, an action the reptile found great pleasure in. "Well, at your rate of progress, you'll get there soon enough." She walked back to her seat, mumbling something about spending years in college, and the dragon had to get back to work. Out of habit, she grabbed the mug and drank some more. She may not have felt the caffeine, but she appreciated the warmth, even without being fire-based.

With the cup half-empty, she almost helped herself to more, but thought better of it. Coffee was still liquid, and consuming enough of that had the same effect on dragons as it did on humans. It had been a long time coming, but Elma was really feeling her bladder's discomfort. Now was most certainly the time she'd be relieving herself, probably a good while before now, if she had the option.

Being the newest immigrant from a different world, Elma was still learning the intricacies of this human civilization. As an advocate of harmony between the two species, she had working knowledge of her native humans, but these ones were so much more advanced. She was particularly impressed with the water system for removing bodily waste installed in their living quarters, it made things much more convenient than finding a spot in nature for appropriate discretion.

Too bad it was still early in the workday. She had quite a few hours remaining before she could return home, so she had quite the wait ahead of her. As such, she found herself unintentionally placing one of her legs above the other, pressing her large thighs together just a bit. It helped calm her bladder down somewhat, assuring her that she'd be fine for a while longer.

Still, even with a dragon's liquid capacity, she'd want to consider all options, just in case things didn't go as planned. After all, holding it that long was asking a lot, and Elma had more than her share of potty emergencies in the past. Obviously, she'd avoid wetting herself above all else, or anything else equally attention-grabbing and/or embarrassing.

So, what alternatives did she have? Well, the most apparent was the mug she was already using for fluids, if she consumed its current contents first. Or maybe she could find something else in the building, if the slave drivers would allow her to leave her post. "Well, as the humans say, I can cross that bridge when I get to it."

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Elma stuck to her plan of waiting until her desperation was a serious problem before giving it more thought, that lasted for another hour. However, now she needed to cross the river while the bridge was still out of view, and about to get wet because of it.

At this point, if anyone was focusing on the dragon instead of their own work, they'd see just how badly she was struggling. Her legs weren't crossed and her hands were firmly on the keyboard, but she was rocking forward and back, grinding her butt side to side in the seat, biting her bottom lip and blushing, her face sweating, almost chewing on the collar to her shirt. She missed the scarf on her ordinary outfit, it made for good nibbling when she was stressed. Even if the workers directly to her sides were looking, she wasn't quite in the state of mind to notice.

So far, she had done well at the arduous ordeal at keeping her clothes dry. Though, if she had as many layers on her lower half as her upper, it'd take quite the leak to be visible. Underneath her jacket, sweater, and collared shirt was her usual one-piece swimsuit, serving as the substitute for panties should someone look up her skirt. It would retain water better than ordinary underwear, but it wouldn't last forever. Not even their true identity as disguised scales meant anything when it came to this.

It wouldn't last much longer, not at this rate. Her first little trickle found its way out, sending the solid signal that she'd need to find some sort of way out, now. Once again, she looked longingly at her coffee mug, now emptied. It may have small capacity, but maybe she could use it for a slight bit of relief to take the edge off. If only she had the ability to mask the sound, the people were too densely packed to have any hope of keeping that secret.

So engrossed in her fight, Elma didn't even realize someone else had approached from behind. "How are you doing now," Kobayashi asked, leaning over the dragon's shoulder to get a better look at her screen. "Okay, you're using a double array when, with some clever code, you can save memory with a single array. Get that kind of thing locked down and you'll be at Computer Science 101 level in no time."

Kobayashi had come over with the intent of checking on her coworker's progress, so it took her a while before she noticed Elma's body movements, which had not eased down in the intermediate time. She really never expected to get so used to this sight. "Are you dragons just naturally stubborn, or do you all have something to prove?"

From the piercing way Kobayashi's dead-fish eyes were staring, Elma could tell her cover had been blown. The desperation part, not the dragon part, that one was long-established. "No, I'm not trying anything. I j-just..."

Before she could finish that thought, however long it would take to vocalize it, she was slapped on the back of the head. "Go to the bathroom."

Elma wanted to stay, ask what she was supposed to do, where she was supposed to go, but the human was scaring her, and trying to ask questions seemed like a bad idea. Instead, she stood up, did her best to straighten out and look normal, but still ran out of the office into the halls, probably drawing everyone's attention in the process.

"What do I do what do I do what do I do," she repeated as fast as her mouth would let her, looking around to find no witnesses, giving her the freedom to grab under her skirt with all the strength she could muster. Didn't take long before she discovered that was no longer enough and started dancing and shaking to ease her bladder just barely enough.

"This is bad, this is horrible," she muttered. Elma hadn't been this desperate since...actually, not that long ago. When she came through the portal to this world to challenge Tohru, she was put on a full day's detour by the chaos dragon, while she was determined not to interfere with the natural order by doing something like emptying her bladder. She had to relent just a bit in the empty field she was sent to, but the journey back to Japan after that was torture. She really wished she wouldn't have to suffer through that again, especially not so soon.

Once again, she had to plan out the options before her, from scratch this time. She no longer had anything on her, her only sources of relief would be in the environment. The most appealing would be to transform into her reptilian form and fly to her apartment to use the toilet, but that had to be rejected almost immediately. Ignoring that she probably couldn't hold it long enough anymore to do that, a dragon would certainly be noticed, and a follower of order had no need for Perception Blocking magic.

"Oohhhhhhh, I might just do it anywhere..." She was very close to accepting that, finding a secluded corner and making good on her word, but she just couldn't. After years of preaching harmony between humans and dragons, not interfering with their society, she couldn't cause such a huge mess for them.

With so much pressure that it seemed like she might pop any second, Elma couldn't prevent herself from crying in anguish, the tears getting the lenses of her glasses dirty and forcing her to remove them for the time being. She was holding so hard she was hurting even harder, her legs were pushing together and forcing her hands in farther, so close to her privates that following leaks were easily felt and making her more nervous, which made her lose further hold.

"Gonna...burst..." Her posture started faltering as her feet slid back on the hard carpet, ready to fall to her knees. If she didn't think of some solution soon, a huge portion of the rug would be soaked. With no forethought or planning, she ran through the nearest door at the other end of the hall, not caring what it housed. At least it was empty, the lights were out, but it was also cramped, she almost tripped over something while shutting the door behind her.

It didn't take long for Elma's powerful dragon eyes to adjust to the darkness, and subsequently deduce where she had ended up. "Aren't these the supplies the cleaning person uses?" That was good, that was really good. "I can make a mess and clean it up myself!" A wholesome thought, but a few too many steps to be viable, which her bladder wasted no time in screaming at her for by attempting to force its contents out.

"Or I can use that bucket!" It was about a foot deep with equal diameter, it should have appropriate capacity for a dragon at their limits from her experience with chamber pots. It felt wrong, but sometimes moral sacrifices needed to be made, before she exploded. She squatted down into a sitting position directly above the container, adjusting a few inches in various directions to properly center her ass. While keeping her skirt out of the way with her left hand, she slid her right hand down to pull the crotch of her swimsuit aside, but she just couldn't hold another second. "Whatever, that's fine..." Not like it couldn't get wet.

To say Elma peeing was loud would be a gross understatement. The Leviathan-caliber spray of water into the hard plastic bucket produced a deafening roar that echoed endlessly in the confines of the broom closet, and couldn't have been much quieter from the outside. It soon morphed into a crashing waterfall as the bucket filled with hot, foamy relief that lost absolutely no harshness to her sensitive ears. It was hard on her nose, too, that much urine left an awful lingering odor. And the very real possibility that someone may discover her in this awkward position kept her on her claws.

It did nothing to dampen Elma's spirits at the moment, however. "This feels...so good." Panting heavily, the blush that had remained on her face for so long increased in intensity, until she was a solid bright red. She was smiling hard with her eyes sparkling, in what would probably be the best she felt for a long time. If only there didn't have to be immense pain to get to this level of bliss.

She could stay in this moment of ecstasy for a lot longer than the current three minutes before getting tired of it, her leg muscles could handle it, but there was only so much pee she was capable of holding. Finally, her firehose of urine lessened, ending somewhere around thirty seconds after that. "Phew...oh, I needed that so badly." The shelf above her had a roll of paper towels, so she ripped one portion off and wiped herself down the best she could manage.

Finally, Elma was done. She could look over her handiwork, a nearly full bucket that was entirely void of contents when she found it. That was a lot of gallons. Though, being such a rule-abiding dragon, she wasn't done yet. "Okay, now how do I get rid of this?" Even if she was confident enough to take the bucket out, what would she do with it? Couldn't just dump it out the window, not with passers-by on the sidewalk below. She didn't know where else she could dispose of water in the building, either.

"Oh, the humans would know! With their small bladders, they have to have done this many times!" Perfect, she made a mental note of where this closet was as she ran back to her office, expecting everyone else to be drumming away on their computers as usual. Instead, they were standing, wandering around, putting on jackets like it was the end of the day when it wasn't even noon, and Elma needed an answer. "Kobayashi, what's happening?"

"Management says there's a broken pipe somewhere and they need to check it out. I'm willing to bet it was you, right?"

"I don't know! I need help, please!" She grabbed Kobayashi's hand and pulled her along out of the room.

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Kobayashi was looking over what Elma had produced, or more accurately, where she had released it. "You used a bucket?"

"Yes, and I need to get rid of it! How do humans do it when they need to relieve themselves?"

"We use the bathroom. It's down the hall that way. You walk past it when you enter or leave the building, how did you not notice?"

Elma looked down in the direction being referred to. "That's what those symbols mean?! You have bathrooms outside your homes?!" Yet another difference from the humans she knew, so she was learning, just at the wrong time. "Why didn't you tell me before?!"

"Didn't you say you stood for and understood humans? I assumed you knew that basic fact already." She covered her nose as the strong smell of dragon pee hit her hard. "So you can deal with this yourself." She left Elma to clean her own mess as she wanted to go home already.

Alone again, Elma looked between where Kobayashi exited, her still-present problem, and at the bathroom once. At least she could dump the bucket in a toilet, but still, she was upset. "I'm sorry, but right now, I hate humans."

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