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  1. So someone you love tells you that what you believe is wrong. What are you going to do about it? You could agree with them. You could spare their feelings, keep them close to your heart, and sacrifice your beliefs (and your sanity!) to keep them happy. You could tell them that you're not wrong, and that they have no right to tell you what you believe. You might shut them out, and, if they have the authority to do so, they could hurt you, punish you, and do everything in their power to make sure you regret questioning them. Nothing works in the end. You have to decide what works for you. I can't tell you what that is. But what I can tell you is that what worked for me, and what has worked for many great people in the past, is blocking out distractions. Morality is such a subjective thing anyway, and it changes over the stretches of time and space, so why trust something outside of yourself that you can't control? How can you confirm that these people saying that you are wrong know what they're talking about, at least more than you do? And if we wanted to get really philosophical, are they even talking about real, tangible things? Beliefs are just that, beliefs, they're concepts. At least, I would assume that they are. It's like saying, well, this must be an orange 'cause it looks like an orange. So now what does an orange look like? And does citrus x sinensis still look like an "orange" if it were to grow on another planet? I'm saying this 'cause personally, I don't feel comfortable compromising what I believe in just because the people close to me call it "foolish" or "stupid". For me, it leads to existential crisis, depression, low self-esteem, lack of self-worth, and I regress into a total and complete a-hole. Does that make me immature? I like to think it doesn't. Ask yourself this: is racism wrong? Most people will probably say yes, that of course it's wrong and it's stupid and makes no logical sense. What if I told you that, very recently in fact, racism was an integral part of society? You probably already knew that, but I'm just emphasizing just how many people were against the likes of MLK and Rosa Parks. Abraham Lincoln, who was born in Kentucky (whose loyalties were kinda fuzzy but I'm pretty sure it was Confederate-leaning) as well as a Republican (the conservative party) did one of the most progressive and liberal things in American history. And so I'm not biased toward my home country: apartheid in South Africa was a huge deal 'til the early 90's, and Nelson Mandela showed literally everyone up and then became their President for good measure. What is my point? That yes, you're wrong. You are completely and 100% wrong in your beliefs, because that's what other people say. But screw what other people say! What matters is what's right or wrong to you. And if you think, and not just think but know, deep in the darkest corners of your heart that what you believe is right for you and you specifically, then roll with it! If we all believed the same things, we'd all be in trouble. We'd live in a world of corruption, there would be no politics 'cause you can't argue with anyone, so there wouldn't be any government, at least not a very good government because we all know how well dictatorship ends. Basically, the world would collapse in on itself. Yeah...not good. Does that sound fun? OF COURSE NOT. IT SOUNDS AWFUL BECAUSE IT IS. If you are considering the path less traveled by, that means God (or whatever higher power or lack thereof that you believe in) has bestowed a rare and amazing gift on you. It is up to YOU to decide what you do with it. You can't change others, but you can change yourself, and others will follow. They won't at first. It's called hesitation. It's called well-I'm-comfortable-doing-what-I'm-already-doing-because-I-don't-personally-see-anything-wrong-with-it-so-why-change-it mentality. Okay, it's not really called that, I just made that up. But what's life without a little fun and adventure? It's a life without a little fun and adventure. That's boring. Don't be boring. You're not here on this Earth to be boring (unless you are. Because we need fun and boring people because see above paragraph). And really, decide for yourself. If you really love these people, then you wouldn't bow to them. You wouldn't submit to them. Leave that for the kinky stuff ;) You'd share yourself unconditionally with them. You'd debate with them for hours over the meaning of life. That's fun. Life is fun. Make it fun. Or, you know, don't. 'Cause we can't have everyone rebelling, now can we? Then again, there would be no government because no one would trust it. And that would be bad. But just don't worry about everyone else, 'cause you can't control their actions. If they follow a bunch of weird trends, let them. Just do you. You were born to be you, that's why you're you. It only makes sense. Until next time, I'm signing off for a while. I will most likely be back, but I'm taking a break for now. Will be busy living my life. I love each and every one of you who has stumbled upon this little corner of the Internet, especially if you decided to linger and stalk all my stuff (heh heh XD). No one said the path less traveled by wasn't a dangerous path to travel. There's a reason not many people travel it. I gotta make sure I stay alive, dang it! Peace my dudes!
  2. Is it racism to fear muslims?

    As a Pagan I feel obligated to comment on this (as Paganism is the next most feared religion in this country after Islam). Yes, people are committing terrorist attacks. Yes, a lot of them happen to be Muslims. No, that does not mean we should judge all Muslims. If so, then we might as well judge all Christians as well. I can think of two Christians off the top of my head who genocide-ed (that's not a word?) entire populations of Pagans - Saint Patrick and Christopher Columbus. And let's be real, there are probably more. Also, I don't know if any of you read The Wild Hunt (it's a Pagan news site) but it has an excellent article about Christian terrorism, and how it is by definition terrorism despite not killing anyone. Anyone interested can read it at this link here: http://wildhunt.org/2017/03/column-radical-religious-terrorism.html And, of course, we can't forget such things as the Crusades and everyone's favorite anti-Semite, Hitler. My point being, there are shitty people who do shitty things, and sometimes they do them for religious reasons. But that should not give us license to waste our time hating people who didn't do anything. I mean, if you think about it, isn't that what the terrorists are doing in the first place?
  3. minors/underaged on the site

    Great points from everyone. I think the reason the "adult" age is so high is due to mental maturity. Yes, we do biologically become adults when we start puberty and become sexually mature (and thus discover our fetishes and whatnot), but our brains, due to their complex nature, do not fully develop until mid-20s. It has been shown that teenagers are more likely to engage in reckless behavior because they're simply not as capable of perceiving the consequences of their actions. But by all means, if you're "underage" and want to look at sites like these, go ahead. I was underage too, I know what it's like. But for both legal reasons and for the sake of not doing something stupid that could potentially harm you down the road, don't openly post as a minor.
  4. I don't personally remember anything, but my mom told me once how we would sit there for hours and I wouldn't do anything, and then the second we'd get up for a break I would piss all over the floor. See I was into holding even as a baby
  5. Pirates of the Sea of Pee

    Behold, Part II FYI, there be slash! The next thing Will felt was a dull throbbing pain in his gut. So that meant he hadn't pissed himself in his sleep (which was a good thing), but it also meant he still had to go, and pretty badly at that. He took in the rest of his surroundings. It appeared that he was back on the beach of that island he had come to to find Jack. Also, someone was carrying him. Well, more like awkwardly dragging him across the sand. He looked up to see who it was. "Jack Sparrow? What are you - " "First of all, it's Captain Jack Sparrow. Second of all, thank the gods you're awake. Now you can get up and walk your own lazy ass." Will stood up, with much difficulty as he was trying to look normal and ease his bladder at the same time. Once he managed to stand up, he tapped his foot as casually as possible and started to rant. "Sure, whatever, Captain. Do you know what you've done? You've caused Cutler Beckett to come after me and Elizabeth, on our fucking wedding day no less. And then he told me to come find you, and then some random girl slaps me, and then some cannibals knock me out, and now you're dragging me on the beach for whatever fucking reason. And to top it all off - " he stopped himself after that, his usual shy reserve coming back full force, telling him (whether it was rational or not) that voicing his need out loud was a terrible idea. "To top it all off what?" Jack smirked, his eyes wild with amusement. Of course that bastard would find all of this funny. "Well...I had a good comeback...and then I randomly forgot it? Awkward, right?" Will crossed his legs, trying not to look too suspicious, but he couldn't help blushing a bit. "So, uh...why are you dragging me on the beach anyway?" Ah, yes. Changing the subject always works. "So those cannibals are trying to eat my damn crew, so they have them on the other side of this island. Of course, I managed to come across the ones that were taking you there, and I, being the amazing Captain Jack Sparrow, fended them off and freed you." "Oh, uh...thanks dude." "But you decided that you were going to be a bitch and not wake up to help me or anything, so I had to drag you all this way so we could go back to the Pearl, sail around the island for a surprise attack, and bomb the shit out of those cannibals to get the rest of my crew back." "Okay...?" "I'm jealous as fuck, though. I thought they were going to want to eat me. I mean, I am pretty amazing after all." "Meanwhile in another universe," Will tried to joke, but his tone was a bit off. He uncrossed his legs again and started to walk to the Black Pearl. Having to put up with Jack's banter was annoying enough on its own, but having to listen to it while his bladder was literally pounding inside him just made it ten thousand times worse. He figured, the sooner they got this over with, the sooner he could go home and FUCKING PEE. Jack quickly caught up to his comrade. "You all right, mate? You're more on edge than usual." "I thought I just told you," Will answered, glad to have something else to blame it on. "Oh, that? Suck it up, son. It's not that awful." Thanks a lot, douchebag. The two of them boarded the Pearl, and Jack started to steer it around the island. Will tried to stay as far away from the water as possible, and ended up inside the ship. Well, Jack certainly couldn't see him here. He used this to his advantage, stumbling around and keeping hold of his crotch. He started to feel a bit better at this point. It wasn't completely terrible anymore. Just a little bit terrible. That was, until that urge hit him. It felt like getting stabbed repeatedly in the stomach. Not only that, but he also started to leak. "OH SHIT!" Will bent over and hopped around until the leak stopped and the urge subsided. But after this, it had gotten so much worse. He was panting and sweating from exertion and was pretty sure he couldn't hold it much longer. Some sort of "desperation adrenaline" kicked in and Will bolted back on deck (well, more like awkwardly shuffled, still grabbing his dick and all) and made his way over to where Jack was. "Jack...I need help...I'm going to fucking piss myself..." he breathed out, stepping in circles. After Jack had recovered from laughing so hard (because obviously the piece of shit thought it was funny) he asked, "How did that happen so fast?" "I've been holding it...since I came looking for you...!" "Oh. Well, that explains so much. I had just thought you were having a really strange dream." "Okay, cool! What do I do!?" Will asked frantically. "You could, well, I don't know, just whip it out and piss over the deck?" Jack answered, still trying not to laugh. "That's what I do." "Argh, fine! But if you look...I will kill you slowly and painfully..." Will shuffled over to a far end of the deck. "I'll keep that in mind," Jack called after him, before chuckling more to himself. He was enjoying this too much (Then again, I don't blame you, dude. Aren't we all? ) Once Will reached what he thought in his mind was a good place (fuzzy as his thoughts were at this point) he desperately tried to drown out the sound of the waves while he undid his pants. He had leaked a bit more during his exchange with Jack and his trek over here, but it was nothing much. After what felt like hours, he had finally freed his cock and waited to relieve himself of the utter pain and humiliation he had to deal with all day. But of course, it wasn't that easy, because that "shyness" bastard decided to return and leave him waiting and waiting with nothing happening. And it sucked to still feel his bladder bulging in pain but taking no initiative whatsoever to empty. Will groaned in frustration before trying to calm himself down. He had been waiting for this, it would feel so amazing once he had done it. And besides, the dam had to burst eventually, right? "Too scared to do it?" A voice shocked Will out of his miserable thoughts. He turned his head around to find Jack still laughing his face off at his companion's predicament. "Sorry, love. I thought that would have scared you into doing it." "You bastard," Will didn't have enough energy to yell at Jack anymore so he just croaked out whatever he could. "Maybe this would work, perhaps?" Before Will could process what was going on, Jack had come behind him and had started to kiss him. Understandably, Will was shocked out of his wits, but this was enough to finally break the floodgates. Suddenly, immense relief combined with the euphoria of kissing Captain Jack Sparrow (of all people, honestly) and Will could have honestly said that there was no other time in which he felt better. As he slowly relaxed, he allowed his tongue to work with Jack's as his pee hurtled into the clear sea below. After a few minutes, the two finally broke off from each other, and for the first time in a wicked long while, Will smiled. It was a goofy, dizzy grin, and it was absolutely adorable. "You said you wanted to kill me slowly and painfully?" Jack cracked a grin of his own. "I'd be willing to take you up on that offer," "Are you sure?" Will asked him. "You wouldn't hurt me too badly; I've done it before. And if I recall correctly, you aren't married yet, love." With that, Will, who had gotten hard after he finished wetting pushed his friend (yeah, I'm pretty sure they're friends now ) against a pole that was conveniently close by. He then managed to get himself inside of Jack and, blushing furiously, started to "do the thing", if you will. It didn't take long for both of them to climax, Jack's seed covering Will in a not-so-golden shower. They stood there for a while, catching their breaths. After recovering, Will looked around. "Where the hell are we?" he asked suddenly. Jack looked too, and realized that the island was nowhere in sight. "HOLY SHIT WE'RE LOST! THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR NOT STEERING FOR ALL THIS TIME!" They both laughed for a few minutes after that, because, let's be real, that was funny. "Well, then," Will said, his joking tone returning. "Let's try to find it. Maybe your crew won't be 100% dead by the time we get there," "Sounds good to me," Jack answered. - And that's it...finally! I stayed up so late writing this...oh my gods...never again... There are new emoticons huh? Well, I hope you enjoyed that, because I'm wicked tired now. And I hope LucyVersion2.0 enjoyed that little slash thing going on there. Let me know what you thought of it, and if there's anything I can do to write even better content in the future! Peace out dudes! I AM GOING TO BED HOLY SHIT.
  6. Yes the title is uncreative but whatever your objection is invalid. OK, so why the fuck are there absolutely no Pirates of the Caribbean omo stories out there, at all!? Seriously what is wrong with some people...I am rectifying that right here, right now! The first POTC omorashi story EVER (at least the first one made public, I don't know what people have written and kept to themselves). I am makin' history, dudes. It takes place during the second film, and as requested by LucyVersion2.0, there will be slash. Anyways, on with the first part. - "Lord Beckett. The prisoner as ordered, sir." The Port Royal guard addressed his Cutler as he escorted Will Turner into the headquarters. Will was understandably agitated; he was supposed to be having a wedding today, and yet this whole legal thing with Jack Sparrow had to come up. "It's Captain Jack Sparrow," Will heard that annoying voice in his head and saw that satisfied smirk. He blinked a couple of times to shake himself out of it. Now was not the time to think about that pirate idiot who had gotten him and Elizabeth into this mess. Granted, had it not been for that pirate adventure Will and Elizabeth may not have bonded as much as they did, but that wasn't important right now. Cutler Beckett gestured toward the manacles the guards had put Will in when all this had started. "That won't be necessary," he said. So, the guard removed them as Beckett poured some liquor into a glass. For some reason, this action made Will feel slightly uncomfortable, though he couldn't quite place why. He didn't have much time to ponder it though, as Beckett had started to discuss the current issue. "The East India Trading Company has need of your services. We wish for you to act as our agent in a business transaction with our mutual friend: Captain Sparrow." Friend? Ha. As if. That dude was more annoying than fucking Barbossa, and that was saying something. "More acquaintance than friend," Will concluded out loud. "How do you know him?" "We've had dealings in the past," Beckett answered. "And we've each left our mark...on the other." Mark? "What mark did he leave on you?" "By your efforts Jack Sparrow was set free. I would like you to go to him, and recover a certain property in his possession." "Recover. At the point of a sword?" "Bargain!" Beckett answered as a walked over to a table with a wooden box on it. Opening it, he continued. "Letters of Marque. You will offer what amounts to a full pardon. Jack will be free, a privateer in the employ of England." Really? First of all, Will was annoyed beyond belief that he had to go talk to Jack again, after being 90% sure he was done with seeing that guy. And secondly, things were probably not going to go the way Beckett expected. "Somehow I doubt Jack will consider employment the same as being free," he said. "Freedom. Jack Sparrow is a dying breed. The world is shrinking, the blank pages of the map filled in. Jack must find his place in the new world or perish. Not unlike you, Mister Turner. You and your fiancee face the hangman's noose." "So you get Jack and the Black Pearl." "The Black Pearl?" "The property you want that he possesses." "A ship? Hardly. The item in question's considerably smaller and far more valuable. Something Sparrow keeps on his person at all times. A compass. Ah, you know it. Bring back that Compass, or there's no deal." Beckett sipped on his liquor, again giving Will that strange discomfort he felt earlier. - Will had decided that before leaving, he should find Elizabeth in the prison she was being kept in and fill her in on the deal he made with Beckett. After doing so and promising he would marry her upon returning, he set off for Tortuga to find Jack. Ugh, this was not fun. And things were made even less fun when Will realized too late that the weird feeling he had earlier was because he had to pee. But by this point he was already a few miles out of port, so he saw little point in turning back. Besides, he had the world's shyest bladder, so he wasn't in the mood for using any public bathroom. He decided he'd wait till he got home...or something like that. Upon reaching Tortuga, Will encountered a group of people who were happy to answer about Jack. "Captain Jack Sparrow? Owes me four doubloons. Heard he was dead," a sailor responded. "Singapore. That's what I heard," a fisherman added. "Drunk with a smile on his face. Sure as the tide, Jack Sparrow...will turn up in Singapore." "Jack Sparrow!" a blonde girl by the name of Giselle explained. "I haven't seen him in a month," said her redhead friend Scarlett. "When you find him, will you give him a message?" Giselle asked Will before slapping his face. The impact jarred his bladder slightly so he took a couple steps to calm it down before consulting a shrimper on the dock, who was mending nets for his next catch. "Cannot say about Jack Sparrow. But dere's a island, just south of de straits, where I trade spice for...mmm...delicious long pork. Cannot say about Jack. But you find a ship dere. A ship wit' black sails." From there the two set off for Cannibal Island, the supposed location of Jack's Black Pearl. By this point, Will was becoming more aggravated by being constantly surrounded by water, but he wasn't terribly desperate yet, so it wasn't too big of a deal. He just had to tap his foot casually on the ride there, nothing more. "My brother will take you ashore," the shrimper explained, and said brother started to row Will toward the shore of the island, only to suddenly stop. "What's wrong?" Will asked him. The beach is right there." "Ne bougeais pas, c'est trop dangereux," the shrimper's brother answered. "What?" Will had never learned French. He was a poor blacksmith, after all. "Je ne peux, c'est trop dangereux, j'avais le dit. Bon voyage, monsieur." This left Will to have to swim ashore himself. Aargh, this was not ideal right now. His strokes grew rather awkward as he had to cross his legs underwater. After what felt like an eternity, he reached the shore of the damned island and climbed up onto the beach by the Black Pearl. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and shifted slightly to stave off the urge to piss. Once he felt more comfortable, he called for Jack, and his crew, only to not receive any answers. He wandered into the nearby jungle to look for him, only to find Cotton's parrot flying onto a stump. "Ah! A familiar face!" Sure, it was a parrot, but that was better than nothing. "Rawk! Don't eat me!" the bird replied. What? Where'd it get that? "I'm not gonna eat you," Will told it. But the bird persisted; "Don't eat me! No! Don't eat me! Akkk!" Will continued searching, and after a while, found Gibbs' canteen trailing a long string. He followed it to a tree, and was suddenly ambushed by cannibals, and left hanging upside-down from a rope. Definitely not the best position to be in for his current situation, he noticed in annoyance. Luckily, he was able to fend off the cannibals with his sword before one of them shot a dart into his neck, knocking him out. - And I think here is a good place to end it for now. Not too much from this part, but the next bit is going to start deviating from the original story a bit more. I mean, I kind of have to, the whole omorashi thing isn't canon to the actual movie Let me know if you have any suggestions for either this particular story, or more stories to come. I'm starting to fulfill really old requests that I kinda forgot about, lol. But yes, feedback would be nice. See you dudes later.
  7. awkward question

    So I've been meaning to ask this for a while, but I'm not sure if anyone has heard of or experienced this type of thing. But I'll explain anyway. So there's this weird thing with me where when I'm around other people, I barely need to pee at all, even if I'm very full, but as soon as I'm alone for a few minutes, my bladder seems to go into overdrive and I get very desperate, even if I'm not that full. I don't know if this is some psychological response to people or whatever, but it's obviously very frustrating as someone who wants to train myself to be able to hold more for longer, when I only can during a day out with other people (which doesn't happen that often cause I'm kind of an introvert, which doesn't help). If any of you know how or why this happens or how to fix it, any feedback would be nice. Or else I'll just spend my life 24/7 around other people, idk. Thanks in advance dudes
  8. Best friend experiment

    Thank you both so much! You're totally right, I don't want to hurt her. I guess we'll just talk things over and see how it goes. Thanks again
  9. Best friend experiment

    Hey so my best friend agreed to try omorashi And so at some point when we hang out I'm gonna make her hold her piss. (If all goes well I might even tell you dudes all about it...) Anyways, she insists that there isn't going to be much to look at as she just sits normally but of course, I'm pretty sure she's never been truly desperate, at least not in recent memory. I mean everyone gets close to pissing themselves at some point or another. So she'll probably just be like "I'm telling you, nothing's happening" and I'll just shove a water bottle in her face with a smirk like "Drink up, honey." I'm so evil. Anyways, if you guys have any advice on how to get her to BEG, please let me know, I'd be glad to hear it. And if you have any other advice as well. Thanks in advance and see you dudes later!
  10. I love slash too But yeah, I've heard the 80s version of MLP was bad but I've also heard there are evil monsters and enslavement and other dark things. I might have to check it out and see for myself haha. I read a few of your fics, they're wicked! Interesting concept, I have so many ideas already OK so I have my work cut out for me then. Thanks for your input!
  11. What other fetishes do you guys have?

    Yeah there is another thread lol. So yeah this is a duplicate. Now all I have to do is figure out how to do that thing where you don't allow people to comment anymore and that thread can continue to reign supreme.
  12. So President Trump is a thing...

    Honestly I think either Trump gets his shit together or he gets nothing done. As far as my knowledge goes, Congress has plenty of power to shut Trump down and they're not going to let racism and sexism become actual law. And if they do, I'm officially becoming a pirate.
  13. Share Your Fetish! (Other Ones, Anyway)

    Besides omo (and watersports as a whole really) I'm also into BDSM, futanari, feederism, infalitism and voyeurism. And I'm a furry. So basically I'm a pansexual dominant kinky nerd And the best part is that not many people IRL know this side of me.
  14. What other fetishes do you guys have?

    Oh cool beans there's already another thread! Thanks for sharing this one, not sure how I missed it But yeah I'll definitely have to reply to that one XD
  15. Journey across Equestria

    Here is the last part of the story. --- Starlight had been desperate to piss before, in fact multiple times in her life. It was always nothing more than a desire for release that could pretty quickly be taken care of. She had also heard "funny stories" from a few of her friends (namely Twilight, Spike and Pinkie Pie), who explained to her their misadventures with a full bladder and nowhere to empty it. Pinkie had laughed uncontrollably, managing to breathe out "I never had to pee so badly in my life!" before falling into another laughing fit, which coincidentally caused her to run lightning-speed to her bathroom before she pissed herself. What Starlight didn't understand now was how having to pee the worst in your life was so hilarious. She was bursting, enduring indescribable pain and could not for the life of her sit still during the train ride to Canterlot. Thankfully, very few ponies had joined the train ride, and absolutely nopony was in her particular compartment, so she could squirm as much as she wanted to without attracting any unwanted attention. She used this to her advantage, pacing the length of the aisle, openly squeezing her crotch until her hooves cramped, and crawling all over the seats trying to find a position that was more bearable. She had now settled on pressing her crotch onto the back of a seat, with her tail putting pressure on her urethra and curling up to the bulge in her stomach, trying to contain her thumping bladder. Her hooves were over her tail, forcing her labia shut, and her back legs were crossed in front of her hooves, with one limb on each side of the seat. She had been alternating between shifting her plot on the seat and rubbing her legs against it. As uncomfortable as this position was, it proved to be effective for quite some time until out of nowhere she was hit with a searingly painful urge and her first leak, which dripped through her tail and her hooves and started to puddle on the seat. Starlight squeezed herself harder, bringing as many body parts into her crotch as possible, and started rocking violently into the seat until she contained the leak. The warm urine was teasing her mercilessly, so she returned to the aisle, still grabbing her crotch with her tail and hooves and crossing her back legs, and started hopping hind-legged aimlessly through her compartment and shaking her flanks. At one point she looked out the window, searching frantically for the easily noticeable mountain city, only to find it was still a good distance away, to this her bladder spurted more piss. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the train stopped abruptly, catching Starlight mid-bounce and throwing her to the floor, where she squirmed ridiculously as urine continued to flow out of her. She could barely catch a voice projecting into her compartment: "Attention passengers, we have unexpectedly run out of fuel and are unable to continue traveling for the time being. We have sent our pegasus conductor to retrieve more fuel. Please be patient until she returns. In the meantime, you may leave the train if you want." Fate was definitely not treating Starlight well today. She had no idea how long it would take until the pegasus returned, but she highly doubted she would last that long. Although, she felt an incline beneath her, so she must be on the mountain already. She would have to walk the rest of the way to Canterlot, it couldn't be far at this point. Starlight rose to her hooves (with much difficulty) and hobbled outside of the train and in the direction of the city. Her urethra was now leaking constantly, and there was lots of shaking in her gait. It would just be about five more minutes until she reached Canterlot, and a bathroom surely had to be right there. Of course, Starlight obviously had not learned from her previous fits of bad luck, as she was not getting to Canterlot that easily. Most ponies were familiar with the idea that this mountain was mostly barren other than the metropolitan capital of Equestria. However, there were always those outcasts, those who lacked the money for shelter, and those ponies were especially not welcome in Canterlot. In conclusion, one does not simply walk into Canterlot without encountering a homeless unicorn. Or two. Or, in Starlight's case, an entire gang. Before she had time to think, Starlight had found herself pinned to the ground, surrounded by angry unicorn gangsters, trying desperately to keep her bladder from bursting. And if it weren't for that stupid bladder of hers, she could have easily fended off all of them with one of her impressive magic tricks. But now, she could only weakly struggle under the developed muscles of multiple unicorns. "Hoof over your money, rich pony," a rather large one growled. "I don't have money on me right now," Starlight gasped. She was answered with a rough smack on the face, and more of her piss shot out past her weakening hold. Starlight grew immensely desperate at this point, for multiple reasons. "I swear, I'm not kidding!" she yelped. "If I had money with me you could have all of it, I'm being honest!" Her face was a dark crimson and tears were streaming down her face. How long had she been crying for? Since when did it hurt this badly? She could only be hit a couple more times before her bladder completely gave in, and, no matter what she did to try to stop it, she started wetting herself completely. Her mind instantly felt relief as pee gushed in great lengths out of her, leaving a steadily growing puddle on the ground which shocked the gang into backing away from her. At this point, they could only stare slack-jawed as Starlight gave out a loud, almost orgasmic moan, as she continued to piss with no sign of stopping. The bulge in her abdomen started to shrink rapidly and the puddle continued to grow until it seemed to be larger than the pony creating it. But all Starlight could process was that her bladder wasn't hurting anymore, something seemed to be coming out of her labia and, other than a slight throbbing on her face, everything felt good. As her bladder was nearing the point where it would completely empty, Starlight was able to think a bit more clearly, and she realized that she was wetting herself, against her will, in front of a bunch of ponies. She cried harder still as mortification kicked in, and when she was done, she opened her eyes and glanced at the unicorns that watched her do something so personal, so private. Each of their faces was filled with great surprise, and, one by one, they came to their senses and quickly fled the scene until Starlight was completely alone, sitting on a mountain in her bodily fluids. It seemed that one good thing was apparent today: none of those ponies were into that sort of thing. --- And that's the story. Let me know what you thought of it and also let me know who you want me to torture next!