NotACat

Just so you know, you can click on the tags for the pictures and find all similar art with the same tag. "立ちション" is the tag for peeing standing up, and is mostly girls but includes some pics of guys. "女の子の立ちション" is specifically girls standing to pee, but it gets used less often than the other tag.

From what I've read I think you're focusing a bit too much on the bits you can control. Having a perfectly accurate set isn't what makes a video feel authentic. Having a completely plausible and reasonable story isn't either. Almost all of it is whether the model seems like she's on the edge of peeing herself. If that's not there, it doesn't feel authentic and none of the rest can change that. The other part is this idea that there's a direct relationship between the technical skill and how popular the porn is. That's really, really not true. With fetish porn in particular there's a kind of bare minimum, where content below it is low enough quality that it takes away from the enjoyment, but once you're over that bar it's more about what I mentioned above. Everything else equal, most people would prefer the better lit and shot video, but that's not usually the choice. If it's a choice between a video someone took on an iphone when they were genuinely bursting and one shot with a professional setup, over the course of a day where the model was trying to fill up just enough to go multiple times in pretty quick succession, I think a lot of people will choose the first. Plus since the first is a hell of a lot cheaper to make it'll be more popular to make and to buy.

Personally, there are two separate issues. First off, secretomoact hit the nail on the head. There's not some magic rule where women can never pee outside and men always can. It always comes down to the particular situation and individuals. If a particular situation and set of characters means the men in the group will and women won't I don't necessarily hate that as long as it makes sense. When those sort of rules start getting applied to what is supposedly a story set in the real world, it pulls me out of the story. The second case is more particular to the stories written by a few particular authors. In those stories the dynamic between the men and women feels a lot like more of a dom/sub story where the dom is forcing the sub to hold and teasing them. In that context, role play between two people in that sort of relationship, it can work. When it's applied to every man interacting with every woman in a story, it gets awkward and doesn't really work. It just reads like literally everyone in the story has a piss and bdsm kink and acts it out with anyone, any time. See above about pulling me out of the story.

I generally try to treat people on the internet the way I would if I was talking to them in person. Usually that means trying to stick with a civil response. I don't think that would really be the appropriate reaction if someone I met in person said something like this. You need Jesus, Allah, or literally any sort of moral compass that isn't your dick.

I appreciate the comment, all three probably isn't happening though. The tentative plan for this was one story for each of the demons, so the Judgement idea might be in the cards eventually.

It took a bit longer than I'd planned on, but I did get back to this. Inspired a bit by the omovember prompt list PPP posted. --- “You really couldn’t have picked a better time for this trip?” Lucifer, the former CEO of Hell asked, glaring at the line of stopped cars stretching down the highway. “I guess everyone else thought it was a nice day to visit the beach too,” her driver said with a shrug. “We could have waited for a day that it was raining, but I doubt you’d be happy with that either.” It was true, she’d demanded to be taken to the beach, just the two of them, and had even picked out her current outfit for it. A reasonably sedate bikini, a pair of shorts borrowed from Justice, and a red top of her own seemed more appropriate for the beach than her usual suit. The triplets had begged to join them, but apparently they were grounded over some incident with the neighbors. Or was there a warrant out for them? It hardly mattered anyway. “Is that backtalk I hear? Bold words for a mortal.” A smile tugged at her lips as she turned to glance at the Helltaker. “No ma’am. Wouldn’t dream of it,” he said with a nervous chuckle. “It’ll probably clear up soon. We’ll be there in an hour, tops.” She wasn’t eager to admit it, but Luci hoped he was right. As she stared out the window, taking a sip of her iced coffee, she tapped her fingers against one bare, tensed thigh. The sooner they got moving, the sooner they’d reach their destination, and the sooner she’d be able to find a bathroom. The human world couldn’t be that dysfunctional, could it? --- “An hour, huh?” Lucifer’s fingers drummed against the edge of the window, her nails making a rhythmic clack as they struck the metal of the car door. They had moved in that hour, but no more than half a mile before traffic came to a complete stop again, dashing any hopes of making the promised deadline. “Uh… well, maybe something else went wrong? Sometimes one crash causes another.” He mentally flailed for some explanation to appease the increasingly irritated demon he was trapped in traffic with. “It almost seems like it would be faster to get out and walk at this rate,” she muttered, one pale thigh bouncing on top of the other as she crossed her legs. She could see those garish signs humans were so insistent on using to mark the stores along these roads off in the distance, seeming to taunt her with the prospect of relief. “We’re still far enough away that it would take most of the day to walk. This will clear up eventually, for sure.” “For your sake, I hope it does.” --- After another half hour of gridlock, the cars ahead of them finally began moving again, in a halting, stop and start pattern, only advancing a few feet at a time. She could see the exit off in the distance, but who even knew how long it would take to get there at this rate? She had one hand pressed between her legs and against her groin as her eyes searched for any suitable alternative inside the little steel and glass box she was trapped in. ‘Ah, that could work,’ she thought as they settled on her empty coffee cup. She knew it was watertight, and she could hardly pee out more than she’d taken in, so it should be large enough to avoid any problems with overflowing. The only problem with the plan was the car’s other occupant, sitting with his shoulder barely a foot away from her own. ‘No, no way! He’s two centuries too early to see me like that!’ she thought, a blush rising from her neck, to her cheeks, to the tips of her horns at the thought of him watching her do something so private. She’d rather any of the faceless strangers in the cars boxing them in see her in that situation than have it be him. She was jolted from her thoughts as the gentle acceleration of the car came to an extremely abrupt halt as a pair of red lights in front of them got worryingly close. Even as the car stopped, the demoness’ momentum carried her forward, pressing her weight against the locked seatbelt holding her in place, a seatbelt that inconveniently ran directly across the bulge of her bladder protruding slightly from her otherwise flat stomach. The surge of pressure rapidly built and sent a spurt of hot liquid rushing from between her legs and into her shorts and swimsuit. “Are you doing that intentionally or are you just incompetent?” she yelled, audible even over the car’s horn, the words coming easily after her years of running Hell. “Sorry, sorry, just didn’t have a lot of room to stop there,” he replied sheepishly. Luci barely noticed his words and wasn’t in any position to respond to them, her full attention devoted to stopping the leak that had become a dribble and was now threatening to soak her swimsuit miles from any body of water. She mostly managed to stop it, but not as completely as she would have preferred. Even with both hands squeezed between her thighs, a few drops of warm urine were still soaking through the fabric and reaching her hands. It felt shameful to admit her lack of control, but making it to the humans’ preferred bathrooms simply wasn’t an option anymore. “Pull over,” she barked. “What was that?” he asked, barely hearing her over the sound of the other drivers honking their horns in frustration. “If you want to live to see the next hour, stop the car and pull over,” she said through gritted teeth. “Right now.” As he hurried to obey, she carefully removed one hand from between her legs to make preparations for what was about to happen, unhooking the seat belt that seemed to be the cause of all her current problems and fumbling with the buttons of her shorts. As soon as she felt the car lurch to a stop, the demoness threw open the door and practically leapt out into the hot sun. Recognizing the futility of trying to get them off one-handed, she used both to unbutton and unzip her shorts, feeling a stream slowly pick up and soak into the fabric between her legs without the pressure to stem the flow. As she tugged down her shorts and swimsuit to her knees, she could see that she was just a bit too late. Yellow streams were snaking down her pale thighs and there was a pronounced wet patch between the legs of her clothes. Those first dribbles were soon dwarfed by the spray of urine that poured from her gates of Hell the very second she’d deemed her clothes out of the way, arcing through the air before spattering onto the road in front of her. She was well past the point where she would have bothered to aim and simply trusted that the immense pressure inside her body would carry the stream far enough to keep her clothes dry. ‘Mostly dry, at least,’ she mentally corrected herself, glancing down at the torrent splashing into the foaming puddle on the asphalt in front of her. She could almost feel the dozens of eyes from the other drivers, staring at the unexpected sight of what must look like some girl in a costume pissing on the side of the road. Let the insects stare, there was only one person anywhere nearby whose opinion she cared about at all. The Helltaker in question really had tried to give her some privacy, but had to admit even he was surprised at her boldness. He’d expected the demoness to open both doors and squat between them, but he had to admit that standing completely in the open was fitting somehow for the ruler of Hell itself. Well, bold or not, he was sure that some sort of punishment would be coming if she caught him staring at her pale, toned rear, and busied himself digging around in their bags for a towel to keep the passenger seat dry once the river rushing out of her finally ran its course. Placing a hand on her stomach, Luci could just barely feel the small bulge in her abdomen deflating as she emptied herself, the loud hissing that accompanied her release quieting as she neared empty. As the torrent dwindled to a trickle falling into her shorts before finally stopping, she let out a deep sigh before taking stock of her situation. “If I were wearing much of anything else it would probably be ruined,” she muttered, tugging at the lower half of her two-piece swimsuit, thankful that it was meant to get wet. ‘Silver linings,’ she thought as she climbed back into the car, barely noting the towel on the seat as the Helltaker tried to say something, probably a groveling apology. “Not. A. Word,” she hissed, a blush rising on her cheeks. “And I’ll be planning our stops on any of these trips in the future.”

And a second chapter, still requested by @daveshuyi -- After their adventures with the magical plants and the weeks on the road before that, Raphtalia was thrilled to get a chance to spend a few days at a hot spring. It almost felt like heaven - hot baths; good food prepared by someone else; and warm, soft beds, including the one she was currently sleeping in. Not everything could be perfect though, and her dreams weren’t nearly as relaxing as the previous day had been. As she squirmed under the covers, she found herself walking through a massive, finely built hall, the scale and decoration calling to mind the larger guild halls or the royal palace. Despite those similarities, it differed from those structures in two key ways; first, the contents of the building; where the guild halls were filled with a range of offices, vaults, and desks, there was only one type of door leading away from the central hall of this building, doors that she somehow knew led to a bathroom despite the lack of markings. Given the urge she felt, they should have been a welcome sight, but in front of every single one of those doors was a line at least half a dozen women long. As she walked through the hall, she noticed the second difference; while someone with a poetic inclination might describe a large room as extending as far as the eye could see, they did usually have quite firmly defined limits. No matter how far she walked here, the room and the lines of fidgeting women stretched out just as far in front of her as before. ‘Really, where did all of these people come from?’ she wondered to herself, gently placing a hand on her stomach, feeling the slightly taut skin under her clothes as her bladder strained below it. The women that made up the lines were somewhat odd as well; nobles in ornate gowns standing next to laborers in muddy, grey homespun dresses, all in similar poses with their legs shifting about. As she felt a pang from her bladder, the adventuress picked up her pace, gradually shifting from a leisurely walk to a jog as she looked for a break in the lines. She could feel a small leak warming and soaking into her panties by the time she finally spotted what she was searching for: an open door. “Finally!” she muttered as she rushed inside, trying to make her claim before anyone else noticed it. Once the door was closed, her skirt was raised, and her underwear was safely down, she dropped onto the wooden seat and let go. As her pee poured into the porcelain bowl, she felt the expected sense of relief, but everything else felt strange. Instead of the sound of a stream splashing into water, she heard a muffled hiss and she felt a warm wetness on her lower body that reminded her far too much of her accident on the cart. Even though she could see her underwear around her knees, she lifted up her skirt to double check and saw only bare skin and a pale yellow spray between her legs. ‘How strange,’ she thought, as a golden light seemed to fill her sight. Yawning as she opened her eyes, the raccoon girl was met by a sun-drenched room, a painful fullness in her lower body, and an unpleasantly familiar wetness surrounding her butt. The last two jolted her the rest of the way awake, one hand shooting under the covers to prevent any further leaks as the other lifted them up to assess the damage. She was relieved that she couldn’t see any stains on the front of her dress or the bed surrounding her hips, but she could feel the wet fabric sticking to her butt and the back of her thighs. Glancing quickly to the other bed and the girl she shared hers with, she was relieved to see that Naofumi had already gotten up and left on some errand, and that Filo was still soundly asleep. If she moved quickly and carefully, she could probably still keep this as an embarrassing incident that only she knew about. Sitting up all the way drew a protest from her body as the movement sent the many drinks she’d had the night before sloshing against the walls of her bladder. With a deep breath and a squeeze between the legs to brace herself, she slid off the bed and into a squat, fishing around under the bed for the chamberpot that ought to have been there. To her annoyance and dismay, her hand only found empty space and even after leaning down to look, she didn’t find anything suitable for emptying her increasingly full bladder. With a huff, she stood up, feeling the contents of her bladder shifting as she moved, and stalked over to get the robe provided by the inn. Hopefully the knee-length garment would cover up any signs of her nighttime leaks on her way to the bathroom, the damp fabric of her underwear reminding her of them as she pressed her legs together. A quiet snore pulled her attention back to the girl in the bed. ‘Good, still asleep for now,’ she thought, praying that she didn’t roll over onto her side. As quietly as she was able to, she made her way out the door and along the walkway outside to the communal bathroom. ‘I can’t drink so much tea with dinner again, no matter how good it tastes,’ she chastised herself as she walked, thighs pressed tightly together and hips wiggling slightly. Soon enough, those drinks would be running down the pipes, leaving just a small amount of laundry to hide the evidence of her mistake. As she rounded the corner separating her from that relief, her heart sank; three other guests were lined up in front of the door, all showing similar signs of impatience. ‘Of all the times to start having prophetic dreams, why did it have to be now!?’ she shouted internally, trying to keep her face neutral as she took her place at the end of the line. “Excuse me, do you know how long they’ve been in there?” she asked the woman at the end of the line, grasping the sleeve of her own robe. “As long as I’ve been here,” the woman grumbled in response, shifting on the spot. “I’m half-tempted to go and water the flowers.” She gestured at the courtyard as she spoke. Raphtalia shook her head, trying to banish the mental image of squatting down and releasing her waters among the plants. “There must be bathrooms somewhere else around here.” “You’re welcome to go looking, but I don’t think there are any closer than the baths or the front desk,” the woman said with a shrug. ‘There might not be a chamberpot in the room, but there has to be something,’ the raccoon girl thought; at this point, she’d settle for anything that wasn’t soaking herself in public. Driven by that purpose, Raphtalia turned on her heel and headed back to the room as quickly as she dared, yanking open the door as soon as it was in reach before starting her frantic search. There was no shortage of bottles in the pile of their equipment, but every one of them was tauntingly full of liquid. She’d hoped that the herbicide bottles from their trip to the village might have been saved, but at some point they’d been sold or left behind. As she bounced on her toes, she spotted the empty bottles that had held a special spring water the night before. Water that she’d consumed and that was now quite eager to get back out, as another pulse of pressure was keen to remind her. There wouldn’t be enough space in them for everything she was holding, but maybe letting a bit of the pressure out would let her delay the inevitable until the bathroom was empty. After a quick check that the room’s other occupant was still sleeping, she grabbed one of the small glass bottles while tugging up her skirt. Pulling her slightly wet underwear to the side and pressing the small mouth over her opening gave another leak the chance it needed to make its way to freedom, the small volume of yellow liquid pooling in the bottom of the clear glass bottle. Biting her lip and squeezing her eyes shut, Raphtalia could feel another spurt, trailing the first past her floodgates and hissing as it began filling the bottle. With her dam broken, the rest of her pee eagerly followed, spraying the glass with a tinkling sound as the level of frothing yellow liquid rapidly rose. She sighed as the pressure inside her slowly decreased; it was so tempting to just relax completely, to abandon any control she had left over her bladder, but she still had to be able to stop once the bottle was full. She hadn’t let out enough to truly feel relieved yet, but it was certainly taking the edge off of her need. The sounds of shifting covers and a grumbling filorial drifted over from the bed; apparently Filo had been woken up by the noises she’d been making, and it would be hard for her not to hear or see what Raphtalia was up to. With clenched muscles and gritted teeth, Raphtalia managed to slow down her stream enough to pull the bottle away and clasp a hand over her still dribbling girlhood. It almost stung to go back to holding in her pee again after that bit of relief, but she managed to pinch off the flow, at least for now. While no longer peeing was an improvement, it still left her standing in the middle of the room with her skirt around her waist and a bottle of warm pee in hand. Letting go of her underwear and skirt, she winced as her panties were again subjected to warm wetness. As the other girl’s feet thumped onto the floor, she hid the small, unpleasantly warm bottle of her urine among the pile of other vials and equipment on the table, silently praying that no one would find it before she’d had a chance to dispose of it properly. The winged girl wobbled a bit as she got to her feet before bolting towards her friend, wrapping herself around the raccoon girl’s midsection. “Morning Raphtalia!” the winged girl said with a smile, looking up as she squeezed the taller girl in a hug. The bundle of feathered energy clamped right over her bladder was quite possibly the worst thing that could have happened right now. As the filorial squeezed her, she could feel a small leak trailing down her thighs and dripping onto the wooden floors. ‘Please don’t let her look down,’ she pleaded internally before returning her greeting. “G-good morning Filo. Could you let go of me, please?” “Ehh, why?” Filo asked, reluctantly letting go. “Is there something wrong?” “N-no. Nothing at all,” the raccoon girl lied, hoping the other girl wouldn’t notice any small puddles on the floor that might give her away. “I just have some things I need to go and do.” “Oh, before you do, could you help me put my robe on?” Filo said, running over to grab the garment from the chair she’d tossed it onto before falling into bed the night before. “Naofumi said I should be careful about tearing it with my wings.” Raphtalia snuck a longing glance at the door to the outside, trying to reassure herself. ‘This should be quick, right?’ With a sigh and a squeeze of her thighs, she turned to face her friend and accepted. “Alright, bring the robe over here then.” “Thanks!” the bird girl sang as she hopped in front of Raphtalia, twitching her wings in anticipation. “Once I’ve got it on we can go back to those hot pools again!” Carefully, Raphtalia began guiding the tips of Filo’s wings through the slits on the back of the robe, trying not to catch any feathers on the edge. “They’re baths, remember? They aren’t for swimming in,” she reminded the girl, trying to take her mind off of the steadily growing pressure between her legs. “But just sitting there is boring!” The smaller girl shifted as she spoke, dragging one wing closer to her body, undoing Raphtalia’s work. “It might be boring, but sometimes it’s what you have to do. Times like right now for example,” she said, a small amount of irritation seeping into her voice as her task got longer. Apparently her change in tone got the message across since Filo stayed quite a bit more still as Raphtalia made her second attempt. She was bouncing on her toes by the time she’d finished pulling the wings through their openings and smoothing any ruffled feathers, but one more obstacle was behind her. “Alright, done,” she said, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “Yay, thanks! Let’s go to the baths then!” the bird girl shouted, jumping up and spinning on the spot. “Ah, you can go ahead, I have a few things to deal with first, alright?” Raphtalia explained, trying to avoid going into detail. “Huh?” For the first time that morning the smaller girl really looked at her friend. Something about her red cheeks, shaking legs, one hand clenching her skirt seemed familiar. “Oh, you mean you need to go drain the dragon, don’t you?” “W-where did you even hear that phrase?” Raphtalia asked as her blush spread from her cheeks up towards her ears. “Just some adventurers in the inn,” the bird girl said, shrugging with her wings. “Anyway, do you?” “I think that applies to some… anatomy that I don’t have. Just run ahead to the baths, I’ll follow you in a little bit.” “Fine,” Filo said, drawing the word out, before making her way out onto the raised walkway and running off towards the baths. With a sigh, Raphtalia followed her out of the room before closing the door and heading in the opposite direction. As she walked to the bathroom for the second time that morning, Raphtalia was annoyed at how similar it felt. Whatever pressure she’d managed to relieve into the bottle had been filled right back up in the time it had taken to help Filo get dressed. As she shuffled along, trying not to separate her legs too much, she hoped that helping someone else might encourage the gods to smile on her and make the line a bit shorter. Luck clearly wasn’t on her side this morning, as the line had instead become even longer, extending past the corner of the building. She let out a groan as she held a hand between her legs, her desire to keep her clothes relatively dry outweighing her sense of modesty as she weighed her options. Saying in line and wetting herself in front of everyone there was out of the question. But there were bathrooms in the dining areas of the inn, weren’t there? It was a longer walk than she wanted to make in her current condition, but it was the best, and probably only, option available. As quickly as she could manage, she hopped down the stairs. Her bladder protested, but only a few residual drips from her underwear landed on the treads. She could see the building that housed the kitchens and dining room across the courtyard, an open grass area with a covered walkway running around the edge. Cutting directly across could be faster, but would put her in view of anyone looking out from the inn’s rooms. No, the longer but more hidden option was probably safer. While carefully making her way along the path, she noticed a downside to her chosen route; it took her directly past the open door to the kitchen, and judging by the sound, near the basin being used to wash dishes. The splashing sent a shiver up her spine, causing her ears and tail to twitch as it passed. ‘The faster I get past this, the less time I’ll have to spend listening to it,’ she thought, dashing past the doorway, hoping no one picked that time to look outside. Unfortunately for her, she passed the doorway just as whomever was inside poured the contents of a pitcher back into the sink, the splashing of a strong stream pouring into water sounding all too familiar. Prompted by the combined physical stress and splashing water, an even stronger pulse of pressure made its way through her lower body, forcing her urine down the short path to freedom as her muscles contracted. She had only put a few steps between herself and the doorway before the jet of pee made its way into the open, quickly soaking into the already damp fabric pressed between her legs and causing her to freeze in place. In a last desperate attempt to hold back her flood, she held one hand over the other, pressing it against her lips, but the stream only seemed to gain strength. She could feel the jet of warm urine spraying against her hands, almost as if the layers of cloth separating them from the source weren’t there. Her pee flowed through her fingers, running down her thighs and along the lining of her skirt, mostly travelling down to pour from the hem, with a small amount soaking in. As everything she’d been holding flooded out, the warm liquid gradually spread through her clothes, leaving a growing patch of darker red fabric on her front. The muffled hiss of her release was joined by a set of splashes as the streams falling from her skirt landed in the puddle that spread across the stone around her feet. Even as an unpleasant heat spread down her legs and across her cheeks, the feeling of her bladder deflating was almost heavenly and she slumped against the wall behind her. She pressed the hand that hadn’t been completely drenched in urine over her mouth, trying to avoid letting out a sigh that would surely be heard by whomever was in the kitchen. There was no way of avoiding being seen in wet clothes at this point, but having someone catch her mid-stream would just be too embarrassing to bear. She could feel a lump forming in her throat and tears pricking at the corner of her eyes as she stood with her back against the rough stone wall, wetting herself for the second time in as many days. ‘No.’ She shook her head; crying and feeling sorry for herself over this wouldn’t fix anything. She’d made a mistake the night before, but the problems that had come one after another this morning had, mostly, been out of her control. She’d put in the best effort she could in the circumstances. ‘If only the bathrooms were a little closer,’ she grumbled to herself as the torrent of pee gradually began slowing down, dwindling to a dribble running over her hand instead of a forceful spray. The last of her bladder’s contents ran gently down her legs before the reservoir inside her was finally empty. Releasing her grip between her legs and over her mouth, she let out a quiet sigh as droplets of pee fell from her soaked clothes and underwear, spreading ripples across the shallow, faintly yellow pool of hot water she’d left on the flagstones. It would only get more likely for someone to come investigate the noises she’d been making the longer she stood over her puddle, and she reluctantly pushed herself away from the wall. She tried to tiptoe around the puddle as much as possible, heading for the inn’s front desk and planning her next steps as she put some distance between herself and the scene of her accident. If she could claim that she’d spilled something on her clothes they would probably loan her another set and weren’t likely to insist on getting the dirty clothes back on the spot, giving her a chance to at least rinse them. “At least there’s a bath nearby this time,” she muttered to herself.

Glad you like it. I do plan on getting back to this story, but there are some other things I was interested in writing first. You might enjoy some of them in the meantime.

Based on episode 6 of the Plunderer anime. Written for @daveshuyi -- Sitting on a grassy hillside next to Licht, Hina couldn’t help but squirm a little as she felt a twinge in her bladder. She’d set out before dawn to try to catch up to the man she was sure she’d been told to look for, and hadn’t had a chance to relieve herself since just after she’d woken up. The cool, slightly wet grass brushing against her thighs wasn’t helping her predicament at all and the nearby bushes looked very tempting. She’d spent enough time travelling with her mother to be quite familiar with using the woods as a bathroom, but leaving and taking her eyes off of Licht now would just give him another chance to run. For now, she’d just have to bear with it until she could convince him to stay. Holding back a sigh, she turned to the white-haired man sitting next to her, holding out the basket of food she’d brought on their walk. “I’m used to travelling alone, and I’m not used to cooking for others, but please have one,” Hina said, offering a sandwich to the pale-haired swordsman she sat next to. “T-thank you. About the other day-” “I wonder, is this sort of like a date?” the blue-haired girl asked. “Knowing you, you’ve probably been dating other women since we parted ways anyway.” “Uh. What exactly have you heard about that?” he asked, feeling a cold sweat coming on. “Nothing much,” she said, staring out across the rolling hills. “Mostly, I’m just glad to see you again.” As the two of them sat there, trying to figure out their next words, the quiet was broken by a shout and what looked like a large wooden bird tearing down the hill. When its path took it over a small rise, the odd contraption briefly took to the air before crashing back to the earth with a loud thump. As it made its way down below their position, a shock of long, red hair became visible, trailing in the breeze behind the machine’s rider. “Fly! Fly damn it!” the woman’s voice could faintly be heard shouting as the distance between her and her audience increased. The woman on the machine could feel her legs burning as she tried to turn the pedals just that little bit faster; she was so close! With every bump she went over she could feel it trying to struggle into the air, and with just a little more speed she could finally fly! In the back of her mind, each bump had a more unpleasant effect: each time she was launched into the hair and crashed back down, her bladder protested, sending a pang of desperation through her nerves. She’d known she had but a short window between patrols of the local garrison to try her new machine, and there wasn’t room in that schedule for a bathroom break. “Just a little more, one little flight and we’ll be done!” she all but begged the machine bouncing around beneath her. “A flying machine? That could be dangerous,” Licht muttered as the girl passed by. “L-licht, isn’t there a canyon over there?” Hina asked with unease in her voice as they watched. “Yeah. I’ll be back, I promise.” He stood up and bounded across the halls after the other woman. The woman in the flying machine had her head down, her breath ragged as she pushed her machine down the hill. Every bump made her wonder if she was about to leak, but once she was in the air that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. As she flew off of one last rise, she could feel the machine float through the air as she sailed over the edge of the canyon. “It’s working!” she cried. After so many late nights and fraught visits from the guards, she’d built a machine that could take her into the skies. Or at least, she thought she had; as soon as she’d gone airborne, the machine had begun losing speed and in the span of just a few seconds its glide had turned into a fall, nose first and into the depths of the canyon. She barely had time to shout as she realized what was going on, closing her eyes and waiting for the fall to come to its grisly end. But instead of what she’d expected, she felt a pressure around her middle, sharply arresting her fall and forcing a small amount of her pee into her shorts. ‘D-did I hit a branch halfway down?’ she wondered before opening her eyes. Instead of the rock walls she’d expected, she was met by the sight of fields laid out before her like the pattern of a quilt draped over the hills. ‘D-did I die? Is this the afterlife?’ But her thoughts were interrupted by a jolt through her bladder as that pressure came again. Glancing down, she saw a muscled arm wrapped around her torso. Following that arm up its length, she saw a man with white hair and a red cloak, apparently the person that had saved her. By the time she’d looked back to the landscape, they were already falling back towards the ground. As the pair touched the ground again, the redhead almost immediately tackled her rescuer to the ground in excitement. “You can fly! How? Do you have wings hidden somewhere?” she asked, poking around his arms and shoulders for any hint of his secrets. “I-it’s not really flying, I can just jump higher than most people,” Licht explained, his voice quavering as the girl ran her hands across his arms and chest. “Well, you don’t seem to have any wings.” She and Licht both seemed a bit disappointed as she finished her examination. “You’ll probably be able to help anyway though,” she reasoned, dragging him to his feet by the arm. “I’d wager you’ve still spent more time up in the air than anyone else I’ve met.” As the red-haired girl had climbed on top of Licht, Hina had caught up with the pair, blushing profusely at the sight laid out before her. Soon enough, the other girl noticed her. “Friend of yours?” she asked the white-haired man in her grasp. Receiving a nod in return, she continued, “You should come along too, I’ve got a hunch you’ll be helpful too. Oh, and my name is Pelmo by the way, nice to meet you!” -- As they walked back to her farm, Pelmo could feel her bladder protesting a bit with every step, and a small thrill as the familiar shape of her home came into view over the hill. She really could use a visit to the bathroom, but there was no way she could just piss away her best chance at some real help achieving her dream. She could hold it long enough to show them the basics of her project at least. A short walk later, the trio came to a stop in front of a workshop, one with a wide set of doors taking up most of the front wall. With a grunt of effort, Pelmo shoved one of the massive doors to the side before beckoning to the two travellers. “Come on in. That thing that went over the cliff was one of the more promising prototypes, but this is the machine I’m really counting on.” As their eyes adjusted to the light in the wide room, Hina and Licht saw a mass of wires and wooden struts, two great fabric wings stretching wide enough to easily span a road. Hina’s eyes lit up in wonder at the sight while Licht grew quiet. “Have you ever wanted to fly? To just soar through the sky like a bird?” The red-haired inventor asked. “Just imagine how much easier it would be if we could fly across ravines and mountains, anyone could go anywhere.” “But we can’t-” Licht started before being interrupted by an excited Hina, beaming at the other girl. “That’s wonderful! Is there anything we can do to help?” she asked, her need for the bathroom all but forgotten in her excitement. “Well, maybe. I’ve been making changes to the gearing to try to get more speed out of it, but it just doesn’t want to leave the ground,” she said with a sigh. “I was hoping your friend might have some sort of ideas, since he seemed to recognize the prototype.” She gestured to the plans laid out on a table against the wall. As Licht walked over and quietly looked over the plans, Pelmo showed Hina around the controls of the machine. “So, the pedals here are how the propeller is powered, but the handles are how I can change the shape of the wings to steer,” she explained, pointing to each in turn as she sat in the cockpit of the machine, trying not to cross her legs as the blue-haired girl watched. “It’s far from the perfect way to do it. Since you’re grabbing onto them to stay on the machine, it’s easy to pull them in the wrong direction.” As she rattled off information about her design by rote, her mind was on her bladder. Once the pale-haired stranger had taken a look at her plans, she could take the two of them to her house to talk about improvements over a meal, but much more importantly, she would finally get a chance to pee. Gingerly, trying not to separate her legs far enough for the small wet patch on her shorts to be visible, Pelmo climbed out of the machine and wandered over to her other guest. “So, what do you think of the design?” Pelmo approached her other guest as she spoke. “Research into flight is banned in this country,” he said, turning to watch her. “You know the penalty for it as well as I do: death. You came close to dying in that test earlier too. Why are you taking these risks?” The red-haired adventurer looked at the floor, her smile wiped from her face. “Wait, illegal? What are you talking about?” Hina asked, looking between the two. “He’s right. The guards are told to be on the lookout for anything that looks like a flying machine. I’ve had to break a few prototypes to hide them, and I’m not sure they’ll buy that again,” she admitted with a sigh. “It’s why I took the risk and showed my plans to you, this is probably my last chance.” She stared into Licht’s own red eyes. “I’m not giving up on this, not until I’ve tried everything I possibly can. Are you going to try to stop me?” “No, no I won’t.” Licht turned back to the prints before picking up a quill and making a small change to the shape of the wings. “What are you drawing…? Huh.” Pelmo grabbed the sheet of paper from the table as soon as he was finished. “That is a bit closer to a bird’s wing, isn’t it? That could be worth a shot.” As she walked around her machine, mapping out the work ahead, her mind hummed with ideas. Any thoughts of finding a bathroom could wait, she had work to do. “I don’t know where you got this idea, but thank you. I have to get to work on this, but please make yourselves at home; it’s the least I can do to repay you,” the red-haired girl said as she shooed the pair out of her shop, followed by the thump of the heavy doors closing. “Now, let’s get you ready to fly,” she said, brushing a hand along the wing. She rushed around the shop, collecting the tools she’d need to bend the wings of her plane into their new shape, along with a stepladder to reach them. The first few changes went quickly and she fell into a routine. Climb up her ladder, tie one end of the wire in place, pull the wire taut, tie it to the other, jump down and move the ladder, repeat. But by the time she was halfway along the wingspan, her pace was beginning to slow. As she sat on the ladder, she couldn’t help twisting her legs together, trying to give her overtaxed holding muscles a bit more support. When she jumped down from the ladder to shift it to the next location, a small spurt sprayed into her underwear in response to the shock of the landing travelling through her lower body. Dropping the spool of wire, she immediately pressed one hand between her legs, gasping as she felt a small amount of the warm wetness against her skin and the wet patch of fabric grew. Pressing her legs together and tensing her muscles managed to stop the leak after a few seconds, but she held her position for a bit longer, just to make sure. Once she was confident that there wasn’t any more coming, she let out a shaky breath and removed her hand. Her mind might have been occupied with other thoughts, but her bladder had been filling steadily and was rapidly approaching the point of no return. ‘Once I have this side done, I’ll take a break. Just two more wires, then I’ll pee,’ she told herself, retrieving the wire and shoving the ladder to its next spot. She could hear the ladder creaking as she climbed up on shaking legs and installed the first of the two wires. No matter how hard she tried to focus on the work, the pressure between her legs refused to be ignored, and it showed in her work. They weren’t the prettiest connections, but they should be solid enough, and she didn’t have the time to make them look good. As she gingerly climbed down to move over for the last wire, she could feel a few warm drips seeping into her shorts again. Her hand shot between her legs once more, the pressure just barely enough to put her back in control. Yet again, even more reluctantly than before, the leak was stopped, but Pelmo knew that it would start again the second she removed her hand. She glared at the place the last wire should go, trying to work out a way of attaching it with only one free hand. No, she realized, there just wasn’t a way to get the tension she needed that way, and even if there was, leaking all over the frame would cause even bigger problems. She grimaced at the memory of replacing half of the plane’s frame after leaving it in the rain had warped the wood. As much as it felt like admitting defeat, she really couldn’t put off going to the bathroom any longer. Carefully, she set her tools down, trying to avoid disturbing her overfilled bladder any more than she had to, before reaching the next obstacle: the shop doors. The huge slabs of wood were too heavy to move with one hand, but they were the only way out of the building. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, tensed her lower muscles, and used both hands to push the door to the side. Her legs shook with the combined exertion of moving the heavy object while staying pressed together, and she could feel a trickle running through her increasingly wet underwear and down the inside of her thigh. As soon as there was a big enough gap to fit through without putting any additional pressure on her lower body, she darted through into the sunlight. Quickly glancing around, the only people visible were her two visitors, sitting on a hill and thankfully facing away from her. She had two options for reaching the house: she could run and risk leaking on the way, but get there faster; or she could try to tiptoe her way over without disturbing her bladder any further and hope for the best. As another small leak sprayed into her underwear, the choice was obvious. She sprinted for her house, leaving a trail of faint footprints and small drops in the dirt, throwing the unlocked door open as soon as she reached it. She didn’t have time for niceties like removing her shoes, thumping across the wooden floors to the bathroom as quickly as she could and fumbling with the buttons on her shorts as she went. She managed to free the last button just as the bathroom door was in reach, the increasingly wet hand pressed between her legs the only thing keeping her shorts up as she opened the door to her destination. As she felt her stream gaining strength, she let go of her shorts, allowing them to fall around her ankles as she shoved down her nearly-soaked underwear before a spray of pee burst out of her. The inventor stood there in her bathroom, a strong jet of golden liquid pouring out and mostly into the bowl of the toilet as she got her long-awaited relief. She let her eyes drift shut as a deep sigh escaped her lips, drowned out by the hissing as her stream left her body and the splash from its landing point. This wasn’t the first time she’d been distracted by her work and needed to rush to the bathroom, but she’d never let it get quite this bad before. ‘At least it’s over now,’ she thought, feeling a slight breeze against her exposed butt. Her eyes flew open at the unexpected sensation and as she turned her head to look behind her, she realized her mistake. In her rush for relief, she hadn’t closed either of the doors that she’d opened and anyone that chose to look through her front door would see her standing there, stripped from the waist down and doing her best to imitate a waterfall. She strained to reach the door and pull it shut, but there was no way to reach it without shifting from where she was standing, and that came with its own problems. If she moved without stopping her stream, she’d have much bigger problems than wet shorts and a few drips on the floor to worry about, and her flood of pee had no intention of stopping now that it was finally getting its long-denied chance at freedom. Given a choice between the possibility of someone seeing her butt and the certainty of trying to scrub pee off of the walls, she knew which option she’d take. She would still try to minimize her chances of being seen though, and with that goal in mind, she tensed her muscles and began trying to force her pee out as quickly as she could. As it flew further, her urine sprayed against the tank of the toilet for a second before she was able to adjust her aim, the splashing getting noticeably louder once it was landing where it was meant to. The other effect was a spray of droplets against the inside of her thighs, but those simply blended in with all the leaks from her sprint to get to the bathroom. Finally, after nearly half a minute, her bladder was almost empty. She shifted her hips forward, almost straddling the toilet, allowing the last dribbles to fall into the foaming, yellow pool of liquid as she let out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. After letting the last drips fall and wiping as much as she could off of her lower body, she flushed the unwanted waste down the pipes. With the cause of all her tension for the last few hours gone, she felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders as she kicked off her ruined shorts and underwear, setting off to find clean clothes and something to clean up the leaks before they soaked in and stained the floorboards. -- The two travellers stood in front of the doors, slightly stunned at Pelmo’s sudden rush to find tools and at how bluntly she had kicked them back out of her shop. “She’s energetic, isn’t she?” Hina said when she’d found her voice, standing in front of the shed with her legs crossed at the ankles and one hand gripping the hem of her skirt. She’d been planning on asking their host where she could find a bathroom, but once she’d seen Licht’s drawings it was almost like the other girl had gone into a trance. She glanced around the cluster of buildings, hoping to see some sign of a bathroom, but didn’t see any obvious outhouses and poking around inside someone’s home unaccompanied felt like an invasion of their privacy. She sighed. ‘I’ll just ask her when she’s done. It can’t take that long, can it?’ “Hmm.” Licht nodded in agreement, his mind clearly somewhere else as he stared at the doors, as if he could see through them. “Let’s get out of the sun for now, there’s a nice tree over there.” Hina gestured at the tree in question, sitting at the top of a grassy slope on the edge of the farm. Hopefully sitting would make it easier to hold on, and if it didn’t, it would at least make it easier to hide the results. As the two of them walked the short distance, Hina was focused on taking short, careful steps, trying not to separate her legs more than she had to, trying not to move too suddenly. As they neared the tree, Licht finally spoke. “Did I do the right thing? Should I have helped her with the design?” “Of course you did. Whether or not your suggestion works, you gave her a bit of hope,” she reassured him. “You saw how excited that made her. Even if it causes trouble with the guard, helping someone achieve their dream isn’t a bad thing.” As she spoke, she knelt in the shade of the tree, the cool, wet grass tickling the skin between her socks and the hem of her skirt and making her bladder twinge. “I suppose so. Thank you Hina,” he said, glancing over to her. Hina’s face went red as their eyes met, as she stuttered, “Eh, ah you’re welcome.” As the pair sat waiting, watching the clouds, and avoiding each other’s eyes, Hina was having more and more trouble staying still; she wasn’t yet the most desperate she’d ever been but she was rapidly approaching that point, and as she sat there, she could feel her legs trying to shake, the vibrations travelling up and through her core, jostling the mass of liquid inside her. If they’d still been in the wilderness she would definitely have made her excuses and found a bush by now, but going outside when there was certainly a bathroom nearby simply didn’t seem right. ‘I’ll be going outside one way or another if that girl takes much longer though,’ she thought, another pulse of desperation sending a shiver up her spine. She wasn’t going to pull up her shirt to check, but it certainly felt like her bladder was full enough for a bulge to be visible on her lower stomach, just in the right spot to press against the waistband of her skirt. Biting her lip, she tried to focus on something else, anything other than the thought of dashing for a bathroom, sitting down, and emptying out her liquid burden. With one hand grabbing her skirt, trying to pull the waistband so that it didn’t press so hard on her bladder, she turned to face her companion. “Hey, Licht. You’ve never told me what your goal is. You’re travelling, and clearly looking for something. What is it?” she asked, managing to keep her voice steady. “What am I travelling for, huh?” he asked aloud. After staring into the distance, he flopped over backwards, lying in the grass. “That’s a secret.” “What? That’s not fair,” Hina responded with a slight pout. “Well, shall I tell you that secret then?” he asked, rolling over to face her and placing his hand on her wrist. The surprise and thrill of his touch was nearly enough for her to leak right there, but she was able to tense up enough to hold it back. “W-what is it?” “To see your panties!” He cried, placing his hands on the blue-haired girl’s knees. “Oh, these legs are as stubborn as always.” Adding even more stress caused Hina’s legs to shake as she desperately fought to keep them pressed firmly together. “S-stop that! That’s no way to change the subject!” she yelped. She knew he was more than strong enough to pull them apart if he tried seriously, but even the force he was applying as some sort of joke was almost enough to overpower her quickly tiring muscles. As they parted slightly, she could feel the urine that had been held back rushing towards freedom. “N-no!” she gasped out, as the first droplets soaked into her underwear and darkened the fabric between her legs. As he pulled slightly, Licht could feel Hina’s legs giving way and could see further along the insides of her thighs, up past the top of her socks, and the faintest hint of rapidly darkening blue fabric. “Am I interrupting something?” The redheaded mechanic called as she approached Hina from behind. “Ah, t-that was quick.” Licht scrambled to remove himself from his position near Hina’s skirt as quickly as he could. “Well, they weren’t particularly difficult changes, once there weren’t any interruptions at least,” she said, her face flushing red at the last part. Hina didn’t even attempt to follow the conversation as Licht and Pelmo talked about the changes to the machine. The leak that had started when her legs had been pulled apart simply refused to stop, no matter how she tried to hold it back, even resorting to a hand under her skirt and pressed over her opening, just the soaked fabric separating her hand from her privates. Despite her best efforts, the intermittent leaks began getting longer and more forceful, growing from dribbles to spurts and finally to a consistent stream of pee. As the warm liquid ran over her fingers, she simply let go; there was no way she would be able to make it to a bathroom and she’d be just as drenched if she did. Once she had pulled her hand away, her stream grew into a hissing river, flowing through the saturated fabric of her panties and out to the sides to run down her thighs and into the grass. Staring at the ground, she could feel a blush rising on her cheeks as her mouth hung open, all but panting in relief. She didn’t dare look up, both to hide the signs of what she was doing that were surely obvious on her face, and so she didn’t have to find out whether they could hear the hissing that seemed almost deafening to her ears. The contrast of the cool wet grass on some parts of her thighs and the hot pee flowing from between her legs was a unique experience, if nothing else, and as she neared empty, the grass and the dirt beneath finally seemed to be unable to keep absorbing more of her liquid and a quiet splashing joined the hissing as her pee dripped into the small puddle that was forming. Soon after that her stream began slowing down, becoming a dribble before finally stopping, leaving just the drips falling from her thighs and soaked underwear to fall to the ground. She sighed in relief, almost lightheaded with the feeling of finally being empty for the first time in hours. A shout from a few feet away jolted her back to reality. “Hina!” Licht called, a note of worry in his voice. “Pelmo’s ready to test her machine, did you doze off over there?” “A-ah, no, just thinking. I’m fine, just give me a minute and I’ll catch up with you two,” she tried to reassure him. Once he’d looked away, she was relieved not to feel any obvious wetness on her white skirt. Her boots and socks hadn’t been so lucky, but the boots were meant to get wet to some extent anyways, and the socks were dark enough that they probably wouldn’t show a stain, even if they weren’t very pleasant to wear like this. Her underwear was completely ruined though, and she could already feel the warmth fading and being replaced with a cold, damp feeling that she would have to get rid of at the first opportunity. ‘Hopefully we’ll be able to head back to camp soon,’ she begged anyone that would listen.

More or less based on Episode 7 of the Yuru Camp anime. Thanks to @Imouto Bouquet for proofreading. -- It was a cold, clear day at Lake Shibire, and the vivid blue of the sky was reflected in the still waters of the nearby lake as two members of the Outdoors Club carted their supplies along the dirt path to their campsite. “They say that a few hours after midnight the spirit of a bull oni will rise out of the lake!” Nadeshiko recited from whatever urban legend site she was reading today. “Sure it will,” Rin said with a sigh. “Just keep your eyes on the path, we’re almost there.” Just a few steps later, as they came around a group of trees, the campground spread out before them, the scattered trees and patches of grass all commanded an amazing view across the still waters of the lake to the far side of the caldera. A small number of more permanent structures were dotted across the area, but just one of the campsites appeared to be occupied. “Only one other tent.” She pumped her fist in satisfaction. “The place is practically ours.” “S-so there’s almost no one here, and no street lights? Isn’t that just making it too easy for the spirit?” her friend’s voice shook slightly as she spoke. “It’s just an urban legend,” she said, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Just go to bed early if you’re so worried about it.” “Ah, I hadn’t thought of that.” With a grin, the pink-haired girl went sprinting off down the path. “It’s all ours!” “She really isn’t that bright, is she?” Rin muttered quietly to herself. -- Once the girls had pitched their tents, Nadeshiko set off to explore the campground and take pictures while Rin chose to prepare the fire for cooking dinner and read. The nearly empty structures were interesting enough, but the views of the lake were what truly drew Nadeshiko’s attention. The vivid yellows and oranges of the trees provided a sharp contrast to the clear blue of the sky as they both reflected off the still, nearly mirror surface of the water. As she tried to get closer to the shoreline, the smell of cooking vegetables wafted to her from the larger tent that they had spotted earlier. ‘If we’re the only other people here, maybe I should go and say hi to our neighbors.’ she thought as she wandered over towards the tent, her boots crunching quietly on the gravel beach. “Ah, hello?” As she walked around to the front of the tent she saw an array of fancy tools arranged across a table and a slender, short-haired woman standing over it.. ‘Oohh, veteran campers,’ she thought. “Hi there, are you staying in those tents down the shore?” the woman asked, gesturing with her head, her hands occupied as she diced vegetables. “Ah, yes. We’re just here for the night.” As her eyes scanned over the table’s contents, she spotted the tent’s other occupant, glasses, longer hair, and a worrying number of bottles obscuring her face. ‘Ah, I wonder if they’re camping as a couple. How cute!’ “Anyway, I just wanted to say hi. It was nice to meet you!” she called as she left, intending to both give them some privacy and to see how the fire was coming along. Ah, she could almost imagine the taste of freshly cooked meat already, the thought driving her on as she jogged across the campground. Rin was having a significantly less pleasant time than her friend. Her initial plan of starting a bundle of tinder and setting the coals on top resulted in a few wisps of smoke before being smothered. ‘Maybe it just needs more to light properly?’ she thought, setting the coals back up with twice as much tinder. A match set it alight, and she returned to her book, confident that she would have a fire soon. By the time Nadeshiko returned to camp, it was clear that Rin’s confidence was misplaced; the first thing she noticed was an aura of gloom, with her friend hunched over the still cold fire at its center. “Why. Why isn’t it lighting? There isn’t even any tinder left,” She muttered, barely aware of anything else happening around her. ‘Ah, she’s definitely upset,’ Not having a fire probably wasn’t a life or death situation here, but those dreams of fresh meat were slipping further and further away. There had to be some other way of lighting it. As the other girl fiddled with the lighter, pitting her own stubbornness against their own refusal to light, Nadeshiko had an idea. There was a veteran camper just down the shore she could ask, right? A quick jog and hurried explanation later, she returned with their camping neighbor. “Rin, look, I found an expert!” The sound of her friend’s excited voice finally pulled Rin’s attention away from the increasingly annoying firepit. “H-hi,” the somewhat confused expert greeted her, before glancing at the fire. “I’m Ryouko, I’m staying at the campsite down the path.” “Oh, um, nice to meet you. I’m Rin. I’m very sorry for how my friend’s been acting,” she said with a small bow. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. She said you were having some trouble with the fire?” Rin gestured to the not-so-fiery pit and shifted to the side, leaving enough space for another person. “Ah, charcoal can be a little tricky to light.” After squatting down next to Rin and picking up the tongs, Ryouko placed another brick into the fire before crushing it into smaller, gravel sized pieces. “Breaking it apart can make it easier to light, and gives you a bed of coals to set the rest on top of.” With the application of a lighter and a firestarter, the crumbled black pebbles began to flare with orange light before fading to a gentle red glow. “That should be good enough to get the rest started,” she said, stacking the rest of the charcoal back on top. “Ah, thank you,” A genuinely grateful Rin said. “Not to interrupt, but who’s that over there?” Nadeshiko asked, pointing a gloved hand at a figure wrapped up against the cold, stumbling towards the lake. “Who?” Ryouko asked, glancing in the indicated direction. “Oh, not again. That’s my sister.” Cupping her hands around her mouth, she yelled to the figure in the distance. “Minami!” “Ah, camping with family is nice.” Rin poked at the charcoal as she spoke. Ryouko worriedly glanced between the fire and her sister as she got closer and closer to the water. “I think we can handle this from here. Thank you for your help,” Rin said, gesturing towards the lake as she continued fanning the coals. “Sure, no problem. Feel free to come by later and chat if you want to,” Ryouko called over her shoulder as she jogged off to intercept her wayward sister. “Do you think she’s trying to go swimming?” Nadeshiko wondered, watching the two sisters. “I really hope not, it’s dangerous this time of year.” Her friend continued poking at the fire. Off in the distance, the elder sister reached the lake before the younger woman could catch up to her, just standing there with her feet apart. ‘That’s odd, is she just trying to get a better look at something?’ Nadeshiko wondered. Suddenly, and prompting a yelp from her sister that was audible even across the campground, the older woman tugged her pants and underwear down to her knees. “Rin! Rin, look!” Nadeshiko shook her friend’s shoulder a bit too vigorously. “Stop that, what’s going on-” Rin’s eyes barely even widened at the sight. “An exhibitionist?” As if to answer her question, a jet of urine began to pour from between the suspected exhibitionist’s legs, the droplets sparkling in the light visible even at a distance, before splashing into the still waters of the lake. Even from across the campground and covered by her coat, it was easy to tell just how relieved she felt as she sighed with relief. Not long after she’d started peeing her sister caught up with her, pulling off her own coat and holding it up to try to shield her from view. “Nadeshiko, we probably shouldn’t be watching that.” Color rose in Rin’s cheeks as she noticed her status as a voyeur. “Wow… I didn’t think women could do that,” Nadeshiko said with a sense of wonder before tearing her eyes away and focusing again on the fire. -- “Uugh, my head hurts,” Minami mumbled, slumped over the table. “I keep telling you that you need to stay hydrated when drinking.” Her sister sighed as she placed a cup of water in front of her. “Drink that before anything else.” “Fine,” she grumbled, perking up quickly as the smell of the finally finished food wafted across the table as her sister served up their dinner.. “I really worry about your future as a teacher sometimes, sis.” As she spoke, she carefully set a plate in between the bottles and cans strewn across her sister’s side of the table. “Rude. I was really popular as a student teacher,” she mumbled from behind her beer. “Excuse me.” “Good evening!” A pair of higher pitched voices called from the tent’s entrance. “We wanted to thank you for your help earlier. Would you like some of the food we made?” “Oh, it’s you two,” Ryouko responded, seeing the two highschoolers. “It looks wonderful.” “Pardon the intrusion, we’ll head back now,” Rin said, setting the bowls of soup on the table. “Ah, before you go, please take some of this with you.” She gestured to the pot of jambalaya. “I made a bit more than we need.” “Ah, it smells so good.” Nadeshiko leaned over the pot, taking in the heady, heavily spiced smell. “Are you sure?” Rin asked with a bit of trepidation. “Of course, of course,” Ryouko responded, just as a thump from deeper in the tent drew everyone’s attention back to the other occupant. “Oi, kids!” she shouted, holding up the bottle of rum she’d just banged against the table. “Take this with you!” “Please ignore her,” Ryouko quickly said, moving between them. “She’s just drunk.” “R-right. Thank you for the food,” “Thank you!” the two chorused before setting off into the dark for their own camp. As the two left the ring of light around the campsite, the sisters settled in to eat. “Mmm, it’s so good,” Minami said through a mouthful of food. “It is. They’re good kids, aren’t they?” Ryouko said, taking a sip of the soup. “They said they’re highschoolers, imagine if they turn out to be students at your school.” As she drew a breath to make a response, the older woman froze in place as a shiver went up her spine. As any seasoned drinker knows, after that first visit to the toilet, or the lake in her case, you just can never hold on for as long and just keep needing to run to the bathroom. Putting her food back on the table, she began the struggle to get to her feet to go and deal with her looming problem. “Minami, where are you going?” As innocuous as the question sounded, a clear danger lurked in those words. “Gotta pee,” she mumbled. Maybe it was that overall numbness, maybe it was just poor judgement, but it certainly felt like her growing need had come out of nowhere to start prodding her poor bladder into ruining her only pair of warm pants. “You aren’t going to try to go in the lake again, are you?” The already cold air seemed to take on a further chill, making Minami shiver. “N-no.” “Well, it won’t be a problem if I go with you to the bathrooms then,” she said, picking her coat up from the back of her chair and pulling it on. “I’m not a kid, I’m older than you.” The surly schoolteacher sulked as the two of them walked down the path to the campground’s bathrooms, side by side as the older sister swayed slightly on her feet. “Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be peeing in the lake, especially when there are other people around.” Ryouko put out a hand to steady her sister as she made a particularly strong lurch to one side. “Honestly, you’re lucky the two of them didn’t mind or lodge a complaint with the office.” -- “Hey, Rin.” The other pair of campers sat by the glowing remnants of their fire, all of their food eaten and the coals burned down to low embers. “Hmm.” Rin’s nose remained firmly buried in her book. “Well, you didn’t seem very surprised when that woman peed in the lake earlier,” Nadeshiko asked with a questioning tone. “I was surprised she did it that publicly. Just going standing up isn’t that rare though.” Her shrug was barely visible through the pile of blankets draped over her shoulders. “Ah, okay. So, wait, does that mean you’ve seen other people do that? Is it some secret thing that I just never learned because I grew up in the country?” The pink-haired girl seemed to get more worked up as she continued. “It’s not that common, but it’s not like I ask everyone I meet whether they know how,” she said defensively, before continuing a bit more quietly. “I only really know how because it’s useful for camping sometimes.” “Oh, that does make sense. Everything really does come back to camping for you, doesn’t it?” A much calmer Nadeshiko said, nodding as if she was spouting some sage wisdom. “Leaving that aside, it’s getting a bit late. We should probably get to bed soon.” As she spoke, Rin stood up and brushed her clothes back into place. “I’ll go get some water to douse the fire.” “Fiiiine, sleep does sound good,” Nadeshiko said through a yawn, before suddenly perking up. “Oh, what if you showed me how to pee the fire out? We’d be catching two birds with one stone that way!” “No way.” The darker haired girl immediately shot it down. “It’s way too easy to get burned. Besides, it smells awful.” “So you’ve tried it then? What was it like? Did you actually have enough to put the fire out?” The pink-haired girl seemed like she was about to burst with questions. “N-no comment,” she said, turning away to hide the blush on her cheeks and walking off to retrieve the less embarrassing kind of water. “Have fun with the bull spirit.” “Rin, wait! Don’t leave me alone with it!” Nadeshiko yelped as she rushed to join her friend. Once the fire had been put out in the safer, more conventional way and the remaining food was packed away, the pair retreated to their tents to change and get some much-needed rest. Nearly as soon as her head had touched the pillow, Nadeshiko was out like a light and within a few minutes she was gently snoring away. For Rin, sleep was proving a bit more difficult to come by. When camping by herself, the rustling of the trees and the sounds of animals were enough to lull her to sleep, but adding another person complicated things. The small sounds of fabric shifting and breathing that didn’t match her own movements were distracting and seemed to keep startling her awake. It would take some getting used to, but that was a small price to pay for companionship. As long as she tried to focus on the sounds of the wind, that second set of movements seemed to blend into the background and soon enough, her eyelids began to feel heavy. “Hey, Nadeshiko?” she called into the quiet air, not quite expecting a response. “Thanks for inviting me to come camping with you.” She’d have to find some way of saying it when her friend was awake, but a small smile still spread across her face as she drifted off to sleep. -- As she snored away, apparently peacefully, Nadeshiko was having a fairly odd dream; she was at school, but in place of any of her usual teachers, Rin was standing at the front of the classroom in a pantsuit and heavy-framed glasses. Adding to the weirdness, she was the only student in the room and everything written on the board looked like formulas to somehow describe how a stream of pee would fly. ‘That’s odd, I didn’t think Rin needed glasses,’ she thought. “Nadeshiko, please demonstrate the correct way to pee on a campfire for the class.” As if she had somehow sensed that sliver of doubt, the questionably qualified teacher picked that exact moment to call on her pupil. “Eh? Uh, I-I’m not sure how, I’m sorry, please call on someone else.” Nadeshiko stuttered, feeling her face heat up and willing the ground to swallow her up. As she tried to figure out some way of diverting attention from herself, she suddenly noticed a surge of pressure between her legs. “Honestly, you’ve had a week to study the material,” Rin chastised her hopeless student. “How do you expect to graduate with that attitude? Get up here and give it your best attempt.” As she spoke, she tapped one foot on the dirt floor. ‘Wait, dirt?’ As Nadeshiko stood up and gingerly made her way to her teacher, trying not to jostle her bladder, she noticed that the desks around her had become trees, and as she approached the place the lectern had been, she now saw a low, smoldering fire. “What are you waiting for? Pants down, get to it.” “R-right.” As Nadeshiko pulled down her pajamas, she was pleasantly surprised not to feel the stinging cold on her skin. She faced the small bed of coals, tilted her pelvis slightly up and… nothing. However badly it had felt like she’d needed to pee earlier, it stubbornly chose to remain inside. ‘Ah, this is bad. If I can’t go now, I’m going to fail!’ she thought, trying to draw on that need she’d felt just a little while before, trying to push anything she could out and into a stream. With a bit more effort, a stream began to fly out and into the fire, but for some reason she couldn’t feel any of the usual sensations she’d associate with relief, just a warm breeze caressing the area around her pelvis. Nadeshiko grumbled a little as she opened her eyes, finding a dark tent instead of the familiar walls of her bedroom as she lay on her front. Why did dreams always have to end just when they were getting to the good part? For that matter, she was still supposed to have a few months left before she started having stress dreams about exams and graduation! ‘At least that nice warm feeling is still there,’ she thought, relaxing back into the comfortable sprawl she’d been sleeping in; the cool fabric of her pillow against her cheek, the gentle weight of the sleeping bag over her shoulders, and that slight wetness against her stomach… wait a minute . Rolling over and pulling back the covers was a slower, more complicated process in a sleeping bag than it would in her normal bed, but after a bit of fumbling with the zipper, she had a clear sense of what had happened. There wasn’t any mistaking the source of the quickly cooling wetness on the front of her pajamas or the sharp pressure between her legs and feeling of liquid shifting inside her whenever she moved. Rolling onto her side seemed to help, her body was no longer pressing its weight directly onto the slight bulge her bladder made under her skin, but it still took a significant effort to hold back the flood of pee trying to make its way out. She knew that it would only get worse the longer she tried to ignore it and this wasn’t quite a disaster yet; she hadn’t let any more leaks out now that she was awake and her sleeping bag didn’t feel particularly wet. As long as she could get to the bathrooms soon, very soon, she’d be able to get out of this with just a change of pants. As she was girding herself to get to her feet, a low sound carried across the camp, almost like the call of… a bull. Her bladder didn’t seem to appreciate the shiver that went up her spine, and a few small drops leaked into her already damp underwear. That was a setback, but not an impossible challenge. All she had to do was wait until morning, and then sprint for the bathrooms the instant the sun was above the horizon. She could make it, she was a high schooler after all, she just needed to wait… 4 more hours. As she felt the muscles surrounding her bladder tightening in pulses, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to manage 4 minutes. Maybe just wetting the bed wouldn’t be so bad? She was going to have to wash the sleeping bag anyway and it would be so easy to just relax and let everything flow out, the warm puddle spreading inside her little cocoon. ‘No, no way! Big sis would kill me if I peed in her sleeping bag,’ she told herself. Biting her lip and tensing every muscle she could seemed to hold back the tide, but imagining what it would be like to pee wasn’t helping her situation at all. Waiting until morning simply wasn’t an option, peeing in her tent wasn’t either. If she stayed close to the tent she could make sure the spirit had as little time to catch her as possible, but what if the noise woke up Rin and she saw her peeing? She’d never want to go camping together again! As she agonized over her lack of options, one that probably should have been obvious earlier came to mind; it was a bit embarrassing, but she could ask her friend to help her face the possible spirit. She was pretty sure a grumpy Rin would be a match for anything out there after all. Crawling to the exit of the tent wasn’t particularly comfortable, but it was a small enough change in posture for her bladder to stay quiet. As she stood up, and then squatted down to put on her boots though, it made its displeasure known; the combination of a sudden shift between rising and falling, followed immediately by a position she often used for peeing had it thoroughly convinced that this was the proper time to empty. As she felt her pee rushing towards freedom, she tried to sit on her right heel, the extra pressure just barely enough to avoid soaking herself. After a few deep breaths, her body seemed to be used to the new position and she quickly began pulling on her boots. With them on, a flashlight in one hand and the other pressed firmly between her legs, she oh-so-carefully stood up, trying to move as smoothly as she would when carrying a glass filled to the very brim. She hadn’t been able to see it in the dark, but as she took the few steps to her friend’s tent, it became clear that there was a slightly wet patch on the heel of her right sock now. “Rin. Rin!” she hissed, hoping that the other girl wasn’t too deeply asleep. “Mmmf, what do you want, it’s not morning yet.” A slurred grumble answered from inside the tent. “I-I need to go to the bathroom.” The tension was clear in her voice as she held her slightly wet thighs together and shifted her weight back and forth, one toe tapping against the hard dirt of the campsite. “Then go.” The sounds of fabric shifting hinted at Rin rolling over and trying to fall back asleep. “I can’t go alone! The bull spirit would eat me!” the pink-haired girl cried. Standing outside of her tent like this, the cold night air was quickly sapping any remaining warmth from her pants and the newly chilly wetness wasn’t helping her efforts to hold at all. “It’s just an urban legend. Besides, how would a spirit eat you?” “Eating my soul wouldn’t be any better!” As desperate as she was, she just couldn’t bring herself to head off down the dark path alone. Just to drive the point home, another of those low calls echoed from the woods, and a small dribble leaked from her as she jumped, spreading a small patch of warmth through her underwear again. “Did you hear that? It’s really out there!” It was becoming increasingly clear to Rin that she wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until this was dealt with. On top of her friend’s panicking, the pressure she’d felt between her legs when she’d been woken up was getting harder to ignore. She could probably still wait until morning if she had to, but it was uncomfortable enough that she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep easily. As long as she went along with Nadeshiko, she would be able to deal with both distractions at the same time. All she had to do was get out of her cozy sleeping bag and go out into the cold.. “Fine. Just give me a minute to put my shoes on.” Leaving the warm, soft embrace of a sleeping bag on a winter night was never a pleasant experience, but as the cold air brushed against her skin she could feel a twinge run through her bladder. ‘Maybe thinking I could wait until morning was a bit optimistic.’ She could probably still manage it if she really had to, but it would be a desperate rush to find somewhere to go in the morning, unless she wanted to wash out her tent. It certainly wouldn’t be the first morning she’d had like that; some campgrounds really weren’t laid out to accomodate a desperate girl rushing to the bathroom and she’d needed to find a convenient tree on one or two occasions. With her coat and boots pulled on, she crawled out into the night, just barely able to make out a shivering Nadeshiko standing in front of the tent. “Alright, let’s go then.” With a stretch and a yawn, she set off down the small path through the trees, on the normally quick walk to the bathrooms. As Nadeshiko followed behind her, the other girl seemed to be moving more slowly than usual, her legs pressed firmly together and her coat pulled down in the front, pointing her flashlight in the direction of every rustling branch and snapped twig she could hear. Her nervousness had seemingly contradictory effects. The tension in her body helped to keep her peehole firmly shut and an external pressure applied to keep it that way, but it made her bladder press that much harder for release. The mass of liquid inside it already pressed against her opening, but the additional squeezing of her muscles seemed to double the pressure every time something startled her. As focused as she was on the woods around her and on keeping everything inside her, she didn’t notice Rin stopping in her tracks until she bumped into her friend’s back, letting out a small spurt in the process. “Oh, sorry, why did you stop?” Nadeshiko asked as she took a step back from her friend. “Nadeshiko. Look.” As she pointed into the bushes a dark, inhuman shape was visible, two large, glassy eyes glinting in the light. The groaning from the figure sent a shiver up the pink-haired girl’s spine and another small leak into her underwear. As she pointed her flashlight towards the creature those groans turned into a yelp and a flurry of complaints. “Too early! Five more minutes!” “Oh, it’s just the drunk lady from earlier,” Nadeshiko said, trying to decide whether that was a relief or a bit of a disappointment. It was probably the better outcome, but this more mundane result would probably be even more annoying to deal with. Just running away and sprinting for the bathroom wasn’t really socially acceptable when faced with someone older that needed help, even if it was their own fault. As the woman tried to get a grip on the tree next to her, Rin couldn’t help but let out a sigh. “Go to the bathroom, I’ll try to help her back to her tent.” Rin gestured down the trail towards their destination. “Ehh, but… are you sure you can carry her yourself?” “Bathroom, right. That’s where I was going.” The very poor role model interrupted. “See? If we both help it’ll go faster anyway.” Nadeshiko said brightly. “Are you sure you can hold it?” Rin whispered to her friend. “Y-yep! Definitely, you can count on me!” Her words showed a bit more confidence than she actually felt. “Fine, try to get under her left arm then, I’ll get the right.” With a bit of a struggle, not helped along by either their passenger or the shaking in Nadeshiko’s legs, they were up and slowly inching along the path again. As they walked Nadeshiko tried to focus only on keeping her legs pressed together as tightly as possible, even as she kept getting distracted by the shifting burden, draped over her shoulders. Between the usual lack of coordination caused by alcohol and her own attempts at holding herself, walking was more than slightly difficult and each stumble would cause the trio to lurch to one side or other of the narrow path. As they happened, each lurch seemed to jostle their overfilled bladders. After one particularly large lurch, Nadeshiko could feel something a bit bigger than a leak run down her leg. As she panted and tried to catch her breath, she could feel the older woman sliding around on her shoulder as her hand grasped herself between the legs. At nearly the same time, she heard a slurred shout. “Shtop! Stop!” Their passenger cried, lurching towards a large tree as quickly as she could. Rin had to struggle to keep pace with her, trying not to let her fall over at the last minute “Be careful! If you move around that much we might drop you!” Thanks to the narrowness of the path, in just a couple of steps they were close enough to lean against a large tree. Before they’d even reached it, Minami had pulled her left arm away from Nadeshiko’s shoulders and was using it to unevenly tug at her sweatpants, pulling down one side and then the other. As the flashlight played over them, the fabric glistened wetly in the light, and once she’d managed to drag the front of them down to mid-thigh, a dribble of pee was visible, running through the darkened fabric of her underwear. With a slight tearing sound, they were pulled to the side, exposing the stream to rush through the air without obstruction. The pale yellow spray wasn’t nearly as neat as the previous attempt in the lake, her small audience noted. Where the previous one was careful and deliberate, if somewhat inappropriate, this was simply someone reaching their absolute limit and trying to minimize the damage to their clothes. As the shower of pee struck the trunk, the stream ran down along the furrows in the bark, steam rising as it traveled down to join a growing, foaming puddle among the roots. As she finally got her long-awaited relief, Minami let out a massive sigh, her head lolling over onto Rin’s shoulder, all the steam in the air fogging her glasses. “Ahhh, that’s so much better.” As she relaxed, a flush spread across her cheeks and she couldn’t help letting her eyes drift closed. Nadeshiko tried to tear her eyes away, she really did. She tried to give the woman the privacy she probably wanted, assuming she really was an exhibtionist was impolite after all, but something about the stream foaming as it poured against the tree trunk was almost mesmerizing. Just the thought of feeling that sort of relief was so very tempting. Those last few lurching steps had made it quite clear to her that she wasn’t going to be able to make it to the bathroom, but the sights and sounds of an enormous stream just mere feet away were the final straw for her poor bladder. As she stood there, she could feel her own stream beginning to force itself out, that same warmth she’d woken up to quickly spreading through her panties and pajamas again. As she felt the warm urine soaking into her clothes, she remembered all those safety videos they’d watched in the Outdoors Club about wet clothing and hypothermia, and quickly took the only action that came to mind; in as smooth a motion as she could manage, she pulled her hands from between her legs and tugged her pants down to her knees, goosebumps rising on her thighs as they were exposed to the night air. A small haze of steam drifted around her exposed, and somewhat wet, underwear as spurts leaked from her body. Some formed a dark patch on the fabric and some dribbled right through the saturated panties to land in her pants. Gripping the edge of her underwear was a difficult task with her gloves on and each additional spurt gradually left the tips of the fingers more and more damp. After a brief struggle, Nadeshiko simply tugged them off and dropped them to the dirt, pulling her underwear to the side with her unencumbered fingers. Finally freed from its cloth prison, the stream making its way out of her privates picked up more momentum, shooting just far enough to land with a gentle patter in the formerly dry leaves between the toes of her boots. Trying to get some sense of what she should be doing, Nadeshiko tried to take her instruction from Minami’s technique; she couldn’t quite make out the details, but the older woman seemed to be pulling on her privates somehow and so she would do the same. Getting a grip on the wet folds of skin was a bit trickier, especially as she felt her fingers stiffening in the cold air, but as she pulled them up and out, uncovering her opening, her stream began to pick up from intermittent spurts to a small, consistent stream. ‘This is the probably the best I’m going to get for now,’ she thought as she relaxed. Her bladder didn’t need to be told twice and she could feel a surge of pee rushing down the pipe, soon bursting from between her legs in a chaotic spray of yellow droplets. As that initial burst settled into a more stable flow, the stream calmed slightly into a somewhat messy spray, still dwarfed by the river flowing out of the woman next to her. As her pee rained onto the low growth next to the trail, two clouds of steam formed around the pink-haired girl; one growing around her head as she let out a sigh of relief, the other rising from her stream and the rapidly growing patch of wet leaves at her feet. As soon as she saw Minami’s hands go to her waistband, Rin had tried to look away, partly out of a desire to give the older woman some privacy, partly for her own bladder’s sake. As they’d walked, something about the cold air seemed to make her bladder fill much faster than usual and she was rapidly approaching her limit. She pressed her eyes shut, but without her hands available there was no way to block the sounds assailing her; the hissing and splashing of a desperately needed pee and the resulting sighs of relief were the absolute last thing she needed to hear right now. As she tried to block them out and fill her mind with any mental image except golden waterfalls, the situation managed to get even worse; a second, only slightly quieter, set of splashes joined the first from relatively nearby. ‘I really hope that isn’t what I think it is.’ Rin muttered to herself. Turning to look at Nadeshiko without staring at Minami’s stream or privates wasn’t the easiest task, but when she managed it she saw exactly what she’d feared; a very relieved girl with her pants around her knees and a spray of pee glinting in the light of her flashlight as its beam illuminated the steam from two rapidly growing puddles. “Nadeshiko, what do you think you’re doing?” Rin asked through gritted teeth. If hearing one stream was bad, having two of them blatantly visible was a test of her ability to hold like she’d never felt before. “The bathroom’s right there, and you’re not even drunk.” The effort of keeping her pants dry while holding up someone a good bit larger than her had her legs shaking with effort. “You aren’t drunk, are you?” “I’m not! I just-” She stopped for a second as a shiver ran up her spine. “I just really, really couldn’t hold it a second longer.” Her chest was visibly rising and falling as she spoke, almost panting at the relief as everything she’d had to drink poured out onto the ground. “It’s still rude, but… emergencies do happen, I guess,” she muttered. The last thing she wanted to be reminded of right now was the last time she hadn’t been able to make it all the way to the bathrooms in the morning, but the similarities were striking; waking up bursting, moving down the path at an absolute crawl with every tree seeming to beckon to her, before finally just giving in and drenching the trunk of the closest one. No matter how annoying it was, no matter how much she wanted to give up and join them, she just couldn’t bring herself to repeat that with an audience. “Just try to hurry, okay? She’s heavy.” Rin shifted the burden on her shoulders slightly as she pressed her thighs together. “Ah, I could try to grab her now.” Nadeshiko offered, trying to shuffle sideways as her stream continued, spattering onto the base of the tree and into the sizable puddle at Minami’s feet. “Quit that! Just stay over there, you’re going to pee on my boots if you do that.” Rin yelped, trying to find a way to pull her feet away from the line of wet leaves creeping towards them without losing her balance. As she stood there and peed, Nadeshiko couldn’t help smiling; it really was fun to watch her stream spray through the air, maybe it would be even more fun if she tried peeing in the lake like Minami had earlier? After a quick glance at Rin’s grimacing face, she decided that she’d save that for when she was trying solo camping again. There was still some fun she could have like this though; as she angled her hips a bit, she could see a change in where her stream landed, and she decided to try writing her name. She had just managed to trace out the first character, her stream followed her movements, before it began losing distance as the pressure inside her dropped off as her bladder finally neared empty. “Ah, no no no, stop!” she cried, hoping her body would listen as it began falling on her pants. With a bit of effort, she pushed her hips as far in front of her as she could, trying to spare her pants any further soaking. After just a little more, the stream faded into a dribble and a couple of scattered drops before stopping completely. “Ugh, this is going to be really cold until I can get changed,” Nadeshiko complained as she bounced on her toes, trying to shake the last few drops off of her lips before pulling her clothes back up. Her pink underwear looked closer to magenta at this point and nearly everything around the hips of her pants were soaked, but walking halfway across a campground bottomless, as empty as it was, was worse. She still couldn’t suppress a shudder as the cold, wet cloth pressed against her skin. It probably wasn’t the best trade she could have made, but it was nice not to have the waistband digging into her skin anymore though. Helping Rin would prove more complicated though. While the person responsible for this whole situation, Minami, had one arm draped over the darker-haired girl’s shoulders, the other was rather urgently occupied and unavailable for grabbing. It was busy holding her panties to the side and out of the flood of pee that finally seemed to be slowing. Rather than the rush of urine running down the bark like miniature rapids from before, her stream was falling into the two conjoined puddles near the base of the tree, a haze of steam rising as they sat on top of the frozen ground. With a few last spurts, timed to hiccups, and a massive sigh, even her massive pee was finished. “That’s better. Now, back to the drinks.” Minami declared, pointing in a direction that quite clearly wasn’t where her tent lay. As the highschoolers shared a glance, Rin made her own suggestion. “Nadeshiko, how about you help her get back to the camp.” As she gestured, she kept her legs pressed tightly together. “A-are you sure?” Nadeshiko asked, her eyes flicking between the other two women on the path. “Yep. Ryouko will probably hear you coming with her like this, just get her to help you if you need it.” Rin fought the urge to just drop the woman and sprint for the bathrooms. “Can you grab her arm?” Understanding seemed to dawn in Nadeshiko’s eyes, and as they made the handoff she whispered to Rin. “Ah, don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you wet yourself.” “I didn’t!” she hissed back, her face bright red. ‘It’s looking more and more likely though,’ she admitted to herself as another twinge ran through her lower body. “Alright, up we go.” The pink-haired girl’s voice shook with effort and she tried to support her charge as the two of them lurched off down the correct path. ‘I really hope that wasn’t a mistake,’ Rin thought before turning her back on the pair and setting off down the path to the bathrooms as fast as she dared, the bun on her head bobbing up and down on in time with the liquids within her. Things seemed to be going well at first, she could feel that slight tingling that came when leaks were imminent, but none of them had come yet. A few steps and a small slip on a patch of ice brought a moment of panic and a much more urgent pang from her bladder as it objected to the contortions she needed to make to stay upright. There might have been a small amount of warmth and wetness in her underwear that wasn’t there before, but that was just sweat. It couldn’t possibly be anything else, and just as long as she told herself that it would have to be true. With every step she took, she could feel more leaks fighting to make their way out, but she could see the small structure of the bathroom. She was so close, far too close to give up now, and she held on as hard as she could. 20 meters away, 10 meters, 5 meters, the closer she got to the building the more urgently her bladder tried to get her attention, and she could just feel a stream trying to force its way out. When her hands finally touched the wooden door, she didn’t waste a second before pulling it open and rushing inside. There wasn’t any source of light inside the small building, but she knew roughly where the toilet was and was well beyond caring any more than that about her aim. As she fumbled with the drawstring holding up her pants, her legs twisted together, trying to hold back the flood for just a few seconds longer, before she was able to pull them down along with her darker than usual grey boyshorts. She couldn’t help but shiver at the cold air, a few small spurts flying forward to land on the floor before she had herself aimed properly and was able to let go in earnest. Unlike the more chaotic streams she’d been forced to listen to earlier, there was very little hissing as Rin emptied her own bladder, just her own heavy breathing and the splash as her stream landed in the toilet itself. The nearly perfect jet of pale yellow liquid arced into the bowl, a small patch of bubbles spreading around its landing point, and she had to fight the urge to slump against one of the nearby walls. Somehow, she’d actually made it. There were times when camping that there simply wasn’t any option but a tree, but she tried her best to use the bathrooms when they were available. It certainly wasn’t warm in these bathrooms, but just being able to get out of the wind helped and standing up meant she didn’t have to sit on the cold seat. Between the cold and dealing with heavier clothes, knowing how to pee standing really was a remarkably useful skill for camping during the winter. As her mind wandered, her stream continued to pour into the toilet, lasting nearly a minute before beginning to wane. As the splashing got quieter and her stream died down, she made a small hum of exertion as she tried to cut her stream off. With a slight push, she managed to force the last of her stream out with enough force to keep it from dribbling into her clothes, a step that she’d forgotten the first few times she’d tried doing this with unpleasant results. She wasn’t sure it would make much of a difference this time though, considering the state her underwear was already in; the leaks she’d let out, both on the walk and while waiting for the other two to finish, had made quite a wet patch on her grey boyshorts. With a sigh, she unrolled enough toilet paper to clean herself up and make at least an attempt at drying her poor, put-upon underwear. Once she’d finished, she tossed the paper into the noticeably yellow and significantly deeper pool of water in the toilet before flushing it all, hiding at least some of the evidence of what had just happened. Even after her attempts at drying them off, she couldn’t suppress a shudder as she pulled her clothes back into place. Once she’d washed her hands and walked back outside, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the full moon over the lake. As annoying or unpleasant as it could sometimes be, sights like this were what made it all worthwhile. Unfortunately, it didn’t take long for a breeze brushing against her rapidly cooling pants to remind her why she had ended up here at all. ‘Maybe I can get changed before Nadeshiko notices.’ she thought to herself, that optimistic thought motivating her as she jogged back to the campsite.

B sounds fine.

Seconding D. A bit of last minute review never hurt anyone.

Charm their way past sounds promising. Maybe Quillia could lull the two with clubs into a sense of security with emotion shift as Rubra sneaks closer to the archer through the trees.

Written as a request for @daveshuyi, that turned out a bit closer to someone else's work than I'd intended. Hopefully there's enough of a difference for it to be enjoyable. -- In spite of his reputation and the circumstances in which they had met, Raphtalia was reasonably happy with her life with the Shield Hero. While the other summoned Heroes preferred to spend their time between the Waves searching for dungeons and ancient artifacts, Naofumi made his living in a much more mundane way. A caravan protected by a Hero and a fairly experienced adventurer was far from an easy target for bandits, and when pulled by a queen filorial, it could cover ground nearly as fast as a courier on horseback. Unsurprisingly, many merchants that were willing to overlook his reputation were very interested in hiring them to deliver important cargo to dangerous or remote areas. While attacks from jealous competitors or opportunistic bandits weren't uncommon, the trips were generally a welcome break from fighting for her life, perhaps even a bit boring. The out of the way destinations that their work took them to made up for that though, many of the small towns they had visited were home to strange and wondrous sights. Their current trip was an odd break from that pattern; a merchant had requested that they deliver a large batch of herbicide to a remote farming village with little explanation given. Raphtalia may not have been a farmer, but she couldn't imagine why such a small town would need that much herbicide for their fields, not to mention the questions of how they could afford it or why they needed it so urgently - urgently enough that they'd been travelling since the previous evening with her and Naofumi taking turns at the reins; though if she was being honest, their job wasn't so much steering the cart as keeping Filo company and focused on the road ahead. As the sky began to glow with a grey, pre-dawn light, Naofumi silently tapped her on the shoulder and offered to take her place. As she opened her mouth to protest, only to find a yawn in place of her words, Raphtalia headed for the back of the cart to find a few hours of rest. Tucking herself into one of the few corners not occupied by their strange cargo, she balled up her cloak as a pillow and tried to let the rise and fall of the road lull her to sleep. Some hours later, an unexpected lurch startled her awake, interrupting the usual gentle sway of the cart and causing her to bump her head against the cargo and drawing out a yelp, more out of surprise than any real pain. Raphtalia grumbled as she rubbed her head and shifted herself into a more upright posture, a slight pressure between her legs making itself known as she moved. “Awake back there? We're still a few miles out, but there's something off about the forest around here, I'll need you to keep an eye out for anything trying to follow us,” Naofumi called from the front. As she pulled the curtain aside and took in her surroundings, it became clear that he was understating the problem a bit. Thick green vines grew nearly everywhere, all but choking the trees and spreading across the road. “That's... worrying. Why didn't you wake me up earlier?” She asked. “I can't help if something attacks us if I'm not even awake.” “W-well, it seemed like you needed the sleep,” he said, avoiding her eyes. “I can't really sleep in the cart anyway.” As he spoke, the cart drew to a stop. “Honestly, I don't need any more sleep than you and we're practically the same level,” she said with a scolding tone. “Hey, Master! I still need to pee! You said I could go once we'd stopped,” a rather annoyed filorial shouted from the front of the cart, taking her human form to slip out of the straps that attached her to the cart and bouncing on her toes, thighs pressed tightly together. “Right, right. This is probably as safe a place as we'll find for a while. Don't run too far though!” He called after the bird-girl that had taken off at a sprint into the trees, a few small drips visible on the dirt she'd run across. “Is that really safe? We don't know what's out there at all,” the demi-human said as her hands drifted to the blade at her side. “She's been asking to stop for a little while now, and the brush was even thicker back up the road. It's not perfect, but it's probably the best we'll find for a while.” He shrugged. “Might not be a bad idea for you to go too.” Raphtalia could feel a heat rising in her cheeks as embarrassment and annoyance fought for dominance. “I'm not a child, I can tell perfectly well when I do or don't need to relieve myself and I don't need you second-guessing me.” She huffed, crossing her arms. She probably could have peed if she tried to, but it was hardly urgent and definitely not worth putting herself at risk in an obviously abnormal forest just to deal with it. “I distinctly remember you saying the same thing and then wetting yourself the second we got into the inn.” Somehow, Raphtalia's face managed to get even more red. “That- that's different and you know it!” A shrill noise, half scream and half bird's call echoed through the quiet of the woods, followed by the sounds of a very agitated filorial charging through the undergrowth. “Filo, what's wrong!?” As Raphtalia jumped down from the cart and drew her sword, the large feathered figure of her friend broke through the bushes that once separated the road from the surrounding woods. “Thought I saw an eye, like someone was spying on me. The vines have eyes!” The filorial was clearly more than a little agitated. “I could tear them, but they just keep growing back way too fast.” “How did you get away then?” “Grabbed the monster and threw it.” The bird all but preening as she spoke, before deflating a bit. “They taste awful though.” Grabbing a quartet of bottles of herbicide from the cart, Naofumi pocketed a pair before tossing the one of the two remaining to Raphtalia along with a rag normally used for cleaning a blade. “If Filo's claws can't kill them, your sword probably can't either. Coating it with the herbicide might help.” Hurriedly, Raphtalia popped the cork from the small bottle and soaked the rag in the vibrant purple liquid that spilled out. As she rubbed it onto the edges of her blade, her eyes darted between the tree line and the blade in her hands. “Are you sure that this will work?” “Not completely sure, it might work though,” he replied, busy trying to convince his shield to take on the herbicide’s attributes. “The description claims it’ll damage anything with a plant type.” “Master, they’re coming back, I can hear them,” the filorial interrupted, indicating a direction with one wing. She’d barely had time to raise her blade into a ready guard before a creature that looked remarkably similar to the vines around them burst from the undergrowth, sharp teeth bared and anger burning in its single eye. The creature lunged towards her, moving fairly quickly for a monster but not so fast that she couldn’t sidestep its attack. As it passed, she was able to deliver a blow to its midsection, the herbicide on the blade eating into the monster’s flesh and turning the light blow into a wound that nearly bisected it. A pair of quick stabs into each of the wriggling halves put the thing out of whatever misery it was capable of feeling, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Naofumi and Filo dispatching another of the creatures. “They’re pretty quick for plants. How many of them did you see out there anyway, Filo?” “Hmmm, a lot? A few dozen.” Raphtalia and Naofumi both visibly stiffened at her words. “We can’t stay here then. Raphtalia, keep an eye on the trees, Filo, let’s get you hooked back up.” “Right.” As her eyes swept over the path her friend had made while dashing into the trees earlier, the demi-human adventurer could feel a pang from her bladder. ‘Maybe I should have gone when I had the chance.’ She sighed. ‘At least the village’s nearby.’ – On good roads, they could have covered the remaining distance to the village in under an hour; unfortunately for Raphtalia, the roads were anything but good; whatever was creating the vines seemed to be centered closer to the village. The green tendrils covered the road, forcing them to slow down lest they damage the cart or its vital cargo. By itself, this delay would have been unpleasant, but when it was combined with the rough road jostling her around, she needed to focus a significant part of her attention on her efforts to keep her clothes dry, attention that was sorely needed elsewhere. They knew that the plant monsters were hiding out there in that sea of green, and the monsters were clearly aware of them as well, the rustling in the bushes hinting at the passage of the creatures tailing them. She couldn’t help but feel like they were taunting her, reminding her that stopping the cart and ducking behind a bush to empty her rapidly-filling bladder simply wasn’t an option anymore. Thankfully, the crowd seemed to be shrinking, the monsters themselves apparently reluctant to approach the town. The less-mobile vines didn’t seem to share their fear and lay thicker and more densely packed across the road than ever before, turning the ordinarily gentle rocking of the cart into the sort of ride one could expect when riding a wheelbarrow down a pile of rubble. Even as she could feel pins and needles starting in her crossed legs she kept them pressed tightly together, fearing that if she didn’t the next bump would send her over the edge. The clinking of glass drew her eye to the crates of herbicide, the purple liquid sloshing back and forth in the small bottles reminding her far too much of the liquid shifting around in her own bladder. Feeling a twitch of desperation go through her lower body, she forced herself to look away and at the small pile of empty bottles left from the herbicide she and Naofumi had used. A treacherous thought came to the fore of her mind; the little glass bottles were clearly waterproof, and no one was likely to try to drink from a bottle that had just been full of poison. Surely, it couldn't be too bad if she were to refill one or two of them? Filo and Naofumi were both focused on the road and no one else would be able to see her in the back of the cart. 'No, absolutely not!' She tried to clear the very idea out of her head. Even if no one could hear what she was doing, even if nothing interrupted her, getting caught trying to dispose of a bottle of her own urine would be absolutely humiliating, and even that assumed that the bottle was big enough to contain everything she needed to let out. No, Raphtalia had said that she could hold it until they reached the village and she would stay true to her word, even if that meant dashing for the nearest privy before the wagon had even stopped. All she had to do now was convince her bladder to agree. Each time one of the carriage's wheels bounced over a vine, the jolt threatened to force a spurt out of her body and into her clothes. With each impact, she could feel her urine moving closer and closer to freedom, until the first warm yellow drops reached her panties. She hadn’t completely lost control, not yet, but she could feel the leaks slowly soaking into her underwear as they changed from white to a pale yellow. At first, she tried to press her skirt between her legs to preserve some illusion of modesty, but after the first few leaks she could feel a slight wetness on her hand. As she pulled it away, a slight stain was visible on the dark red fabric of her skirt and her lighter petticoat was certain to be in even worse shape. Reaching under her skirts to grip her womanhood directly was embarrassing, and the feeling of wet fabric on her wrist confirmed her fears for her petticoat, but it couldn't even be compared to the possibility of walking through the village with a visibly wet skirt. As the incessant bumps continued, each was quickly followed by a small spurt of pee against her hand, the volume released increasing every time. What started as a few drops became a thimbleful, the thimbleful gave way to an ounce and as her control began to slip, it became a barely interrupted dribble. Even as the urine escaping her began to saturate the fabric between her legs, it wasn’t enough to feel any sense of relief. No matter how much she’d let out, it felt as though an ocean was still begging for release. She could feel her bladder trying to contract and force its contents out, trying to squirm past the increasingly fragile barriers she put in the way. She was completely unable to keep still, no matter how hard she could have tried, her legs shaking with effort and her heart racing. Raphtalia was all but curled into a ball, both hands pressed firmly beneath her skirt, her legs knotted together as she sat on her heel, trying to put as much pressure as she could on the opening without disturbing the slight bulge in her lower abdomen. As the shaking travelled up through her body, it only served to irritate her already sensitive bladder, each new wave of desperation causing ever more movement in a vicious cycle. As that cycle reached its peak, she froze; she could feel the start of a stream moving down her urethra, not the drops of the early leaks or intermittent streams that had been making their way out so far, but a full-fledged torrent of pee and nothing even seemed to slow it down. She had done everything she could think of to hold on, but after one final bump, her bladder had had enough; with a muffled hiss, a warm stream of urine sprayed into and through her underwear, the already-soaked fabric unable to absorb anything else. Not all of her stream was able to pass directly through though and the rest simply took the path of least resistance. Trapped between her skin and the fabric of her underwear, it poured out to the side and down the inside of her thighs. As a sense of warmth spread from between her legs, Raphtalia couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief as she grabbed the side of the cart - the last thing she wanted was to fall into her own puddle, after all. Her skirt was short enough to be spared any significant damage beyond what her attempts at holding herself had caused, but her boots weren't going to be so lucky. As any adventurer knew, waterproofed boots are a vital piece of equipment, and Raphtalia's were up to the task... from the outside at least. The stream falling directly through her underwear beaded up on the treated leather without soaking in, but all of the pee rushing down her thighs ran into one boot or the other, and she could feel an unpleasant warmth as their lining fabric became saturated and clung to her legs. One of her hands quickly darted between her thighs, trying to hold back the flood of pee as the other tried to pull off her long boots to prevent any further water damage. As she struggled with her footwear, she could feel a powerful stream spraying directly against her palm, not even slowing down in spite of the pressure she applied. 'This just isn't working,' she thought; she couldn't stop her stream or get them off like this. She'd have to focus on one and abandon the other. Making her decision, she tried to shake as much of the offending liquid as she could from her drenched hand, only to finally start tugging her boots out of the line of fire. As her urine continued to sheet down her thighs, she managed to pull one boot free, tossing it to the opposite corner of the wagon, hopefully out of range of the puddle beneath her. As soon as the other came off, it was tossed to join its twin, and Raphtalia settled back on her haunches to wait for her stream to end. 'However I want to look at it, this is a disaster,' she thought as her pee continued to spray against the wooden floor, pooling between and lapping against the twin barriers of her thighs before finally running through gaps in the floor to drip onto the road. She'd been so caught up in not looking like a child by asking for a break that she'd ended up wetting herself instead. As her bladder finally neared empty, her stream first becoming a small trickle and then intermittent drips, she could feel her face all but glowing with shame. “Oi, seriously are you okay back there?” Of course that had to be the time that Naofumi knocked on the wall between the driver's seat and the cargo area. Of course all of the noise she'd been making wouldn't have gone unnoticed. Of course someone would have heard her flailing and throwing her boots around. She had to figure out some sort of answer, to think of something, anything but admitting what had just happened! As she panicked and tried to come up with an answer, the cart's driver tugged the curtain aside and poked his head back to take a look. “What happened back here anyway?” Fumbling for an answer, Raphtalia's eyes fell on the glass bottles around her once more. Maybe they could still offer some help. “S-some of the bottles fell over and spilled when we hit one of those vines.” She could only hope he didn't take the time to count them any time soon. “Are you okay? The herbicide is more potent than the usual kind,” he said with worry clear in his voice. “I'm f-fine, we spent plenty of time fighting poisonous monsters before. I can clean it myself, just focus on the road,” she said with a forced calm. Internally, she was screaming incoherently; at herself for getting into this situation and at him to leave before something tipped him off to just what that puddle really was. As his black-haired head retreated from the interior of the cart, Raphtalia breathed a sigh of relief that quickly turned into a quiet groan of disappointment. If she'd thought concealing a few bottles was going to be difficult, hiding the still-warm puddle that stretched nearly a foot across the floor seemed nearly impossible, but she would put in the best effort she could. She had spare underwear in her bags and the rest of the clothes she was wearing were... not completely soaked. As long as she avoided thinking about just why they were wet, it was at least tolerable. Still, she was pretty sure she'd heard their client talking about a hot springs bath in the area. The sooner they could fix this village's problem, head to the baths, and she could scrub herself from head-to-toe, the better.