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  1. Thank you! That means a lot coming from the master of fear wetting himself.
  2. Lilith sat on the crest of the hill, stringing her beloved longbow, eyes on the horizon. All around her the hustle and bustle of the King's army raged, even more intense due to the proximity of the coming battle. Around her sat her friends and comrades assembled in their band in preparation for the battle to come. The women around Lilith were ones she respected and looked up to, a difficult feat for her. They had taken her in and helped her when she was just a recruit, and now her heart swelled with pride that she would finally be able to fight alongside them. Even though the women around her were all at least four or five years older than her, her determination and incredible skill with the bow had allowed her to quickly advance in the ranks of archers. She looked around her at the faces of her band. Aliyah's tall frame stood out amongst the others, towering a head over the others at least. Immediately to Lilith's right was one of her closest friends, Robin. The two girls were the closest in age in the band, as Robin was just two classes above Lilith. Robin had been in her first year out of the Academy when she was recruited to the band, just like Lilith. The two shared their dirty blonde locks and fierce willpower as well as skill with the bow. "Ok everyone. Runners just came back. The enemy is about an hour away. Get into your positions and center yourselves.". The booming voice belonged to Katelyn, Lilith's band leader. At her report, the faces of Lilith's band hardened, mouths that had just been smiling hardened into grim lines. They had all seen battle before and knew of the horrors it could bring. Not Lilith though. This was to be her first major battle in the King's employ. She had been on raids and training exercises before of course, but never had she been forced to face the full onslaught of war. She felt a shiver of fear run down her spine as the band moved out, headed for a low bluff on the side of the field that would serve as the main sight of the battle. The hill had been scouted earlier as a good spot to protect the valuable archers, while also allowing them good sight lines onto the battlefield. Lilith's band set up camp on the hill, setting up water jugs, small covers, and a privy tent. Lilith had been told that battles could rage on for hours or even days, and knew that the privy would be necessary in the upcoming fray. Still, it felt a little silly to her to set up a toilet while prepping for battle. After camp had been set up, Katelyn's voice sounded once again. "Line up! The Dark Lord's army will be here momentarily! Take this time to compose yourself, double check equipment, and relieve yourself if necessary! Good luck and may the winds of fortune smile on you!" This last line, a traditional seafarers farewell from the Southern Reaches, Katelyn's homeland, was met with a cheer from the surrounding women. As soon as the cheer ended though, a lou, low war horn bellowed from the other side of the plain. The women quickly scrambled into orderly firing lines, facing the hordes of soldiers in black armor that would soon approach. The bugle sounded again, followed by a muffled roar. The massive, shifting sea of black clad bodies rushed forward led by men on horses. The battle had begun. Robin and Aliyah lined up next to Lilith behind a small stone wall erected for cover. The girls shared encouraging smiles, reassuring themselves before the battle. The archers were in the safest position possible, far removed from the front lines. They would be completely safe. At least that was what Lilith told herself. She crouched on the grass, feeling a few blades poke through her thin silk leggings, worn for flexibility and movement, not protection. She breathed a deep breath, stilling her racing heart. She was calm. She was ready. As ready as Lilith thought she was, nothing could have prepared her for the chaos of battle. As the King's troops roared and answered the armies of the Dark Lord, they advanced at full pace. The ground trembled under the feet of thousands of men and horses. Lilith gulped nervously. She felt a small stream of pee run down the leg of her tan leggings. A blush rose in her face. Robin, noticing this, leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Pee yourself a little?" she said with a smirk. The blush rose farther in Lilith's cheeks. Robin giggled. "Don't worry about it. It happens to everyone the first time. Hell, I heard Aliyah over there completely pissed herself before the armies even crossed swords." Lilith giggled and looked over at Aliyah. The girl was fidgeting nervously, a hand in her crotch. "See?" said Robin. She might even do it again". That forced a laugh out of Lilith. Aliyah looked over in confusion, but after a few seconds and a couple questioning glances she turned away. The lightened mood helped Lilith overcome her jitters and focus on the battle. She concentrated and did what she knew best. Shot some arrows. Hours dragged by. Lilith had emptied and refilled her quiver more times than she could count, and still the battle ravaged on. She could feel sweat dripping from her forehead. She wiped it away. Took aim. Fired. A man in black armor on the fields fell to the ground, a green shafted arrow sticking out of his neck. Lilith was functioning on pure instinct. Notch arrow. Pull back. Aim. Shoot. Do it again. She paid heed to the uncomfortable soreness in her legs, the dryness in her throat, the aching in her muscles. She worked like clockwork, dropping the Dark One's troops with every shot. Slowly, thanks to the prowess of the King's archers, the tide of the battle was turning against the Dark Lord. The King's forces dressed in bright green were swarming around the mass of black armor, flanking from either side. Lilith allowed herself a small moment of rest. She sat back on her haunches, looking with pride at the masses of Dark Minions lying with arrows in their corpses. The rest of the women in her band were doing the same. They were sitting up, examining their work, confident the fight was won and their services were no longer needed. As Lilith arose, she felt a heavy weight in her abdomen. She smiled to herself as she moved to the privy tent, thinking it wasn't so silly after all. That's when it all went wrong. A roar sounded from behind the archers, away from their army, from the forest that ringed the battlefield. The archers turned and stood, puzzled. Lilith stopped in her walk to the privy, knowing this might be much more important than a bathroom break. Suddenly, a wave of black poured from the trees behind the archer's camp. The battle cries of the Dark Minions sounded in Lilith's ears. She stood in shock, confusion and terror running through her. They had been too lenient. They had been clumsy basking in their presumed glory, leaving themselves open for counter attack. These thoughts mixed in Lilith's head as the servants of the Dark Lords came roaring into their camp. Lilith saw from the corner of her eye some of her friends and fellow archers go for bows or knives or anything they could reach to defend themselves. It wouldn't be enough. Not by a long shot. The archers were almost useless in close combat, especially against a large group like the one assailing them now. They never stood a chance. Lilith stood, frozen as the legions of Dark Minions rushed around her. She felt her fear overcoming the hold she had on her bladder. Piss poured from her body and ran down her legs. She did nothing to stop it. She couldn't. Her water soaked her leggings puddling on the grass beneath her. Lilith fell to her knees, feeling the warmth of her own liquid press against her leg. She smelt the acrid stench of anomia in the air, and could hear the hiss of her urine running into her pants. The accident barely registered in Lilith's mind. Why should she care about her loss of bladder control if she could lose her life? A hand encased in black chainmail interrupted Lilith's stupor, crashing into the side of her head, and sending her into darkness. When Lilith awoke she was sitting with her back pressed against har wood. She looked around herself. She was in a wagon, surrounded by the other members of her band. Small, barred windows at the top of the walls emitted a small, ambient light. Groggily returning to her senses, Lilith remembered the events of the battle. Her heart started to beat faster in fear as she realized she had been taken by the Dark Lord's minions. She felt another blush rise in her cheeks as she remembered her shameful accident. And, what's worse, the darkened wood under Lilith's legs told of multiple similar embarrassments while she was unconscious. Looking around at her battered comrades, she realized she wasn't the only one. Most, if not all of the women had visible signs of some accident. Robin was crouched in a corner, head lolling on her shoulders. Dark streaks on her leggings told of her accident. Aliyah, next to Robin, also sat in soaked pants, telling that she too had lost control and wet herself. Lilith sat in silence stunned at the day's events. The King's army may have won today's battle, but they had lost their archers, their greatest asset. The war would never be the same.
  3. Maria rubbed sleep out of her groggy eyes as she sat up in bed to take in her surroundings. Her nostrils were greeted with the scents of lavender and lemon. She was in a fairly nice hotel room, not Hilton level posh but much better than a nasty motel. Maria spared a glance for the brown patterned carpet and the inoffensive beige wallpaper as well as the framed print of Cincinnati hanging above the small writing desk tucked into the corner. Her gaze moved to the actual city of Cincinnati dusted with February snow outside the window before meandering back into the room where it alighted upon the bathroom door, silhouetted by yellow fluorescent light. Maria smiled as the events of the past night rushed back to her. The guy currently in the shower, if the sound of running water was any indication, was named Will and was the current resident of the room. They had had a fantastic night together after meeting in the Below Zero Lounge, one of Cincinnati's premier nightclubs. If last night wasn’t a fluke, Maria was sure they would be going for round two as soon as Will was out of the shower. They had met at Below Zero's bar where Will had approached Maria. She had been out looking for some fun after the conclusion of her senior year of college at the University of Cincinnati. She had been immediately hooked by Will's good looks and genuine personality. They had talked and drank and danced for a few hours before Will had invited her back to his hotel room. He had said he was traveling for his job. Maria strained to remember the specifics. A travel writer! That's what it was. Regardless, one thing had led to another and here she was. Maria heard the water in the shower stop, and decided to give herself a once over in the tall mirror standing against one wall to make sure she looked all right. She was dressed in one of her favorite outfits, a pair of black leggings under a tight, checked pencil skirt that came down to about mid-thigh and a black sweater on top. Her pale blonde hair bordered on white, a trait that made her stand out in any kind of crowd, flowed down her back, slightly unkempt but not too messy. Maria gave herself a nod of satisfaction and moved back to the bed right as Will came out of the bathroom. As Maria shifted into position, her bladder heaved in protest. She stifled a groan. She hadn’t noticed she had to pee so bad. She had either been too drunk or too tired to relieve herself last night. She wondered if she would be able to slip into the restroom after Will came out. However, when Will stepped out of the bathroom all thoughts of peeing disappeared from Maria’s head. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice button up dress shirt. All the old desire from last night came rushing back to Maria. Will spoke first. “You look just as beautiful in the morning”. He said with a cocky smile. “The same goes for you,” Maria replied. He sat down on the edge of the bed with her. They started to chat about this and that, not saying anything important, just enjoying each others company. Soon though, it became more than just talking. Will’s hand was rubbing Maria’s thigh, and their legs were tangled together. Maria pressed her body close to Will. She briefly spared a thought for her aching bladder, but dismissed the idea of taking a break to deal with it as Will leaned in close and their mouths connected. Maria found herself lying on top of Will on the bed, hands clasped, lips pressed together. The heat of his body drew her forward, tongues exploring each others mouths. They flipped over, Will on top now, pressing against Maria. His thumb traced slop circle around her nipple through the sweater. His thigh was pressed between her legs and the pressure on her clit sent her into overdrive. She pulled herself up against him, bodies colliding, One hand reached down and grabbed his crotch where Maria felt his penis, stiff as a board. Her bladder groaned in desperation, but she paid it no mind. She was too horny, too ready, too desperate to stop now. He pulled her off the bed and the pair slammed into the hotel wall. Maria ripped open the buttons on Will’s shirt, pressing her hand against his bare chest. She could feel a few drops of sweat on her forehead. Her bladder heaved in protest, and she let out a quiet moan of desperation into Will’s mouth. Will, thinking this was a different type of moan, started to kiss her even harder. He felt up her legs, her hips, her breasts, and even under the clothing she was wearing, Maria felt every touch. She could hold back no longer. She pulled him from the wall and pressed him into the rolling chair by the desk. She straddled him as they pressed their faces together once again. He bladder let out a roar of pain akin to the throes of a dying animal. And still Maria pushed forward. She could feel nothing but pleasure as she grinded against his rigid cock, felt the warmth between her legs. She reached to pull off her sweater, but froze. Maria’s eyes shot open. She let out a groan of distress as the unthinkable, yet inevitable, happened. Her bladder was tired and overworked from alcohol and time. Maria realized too late that she had been careless and would now pay the ultimate price. The heat between her legs changed. It was no longer heat from pure pleasure. It was a liquid heat that came from deep within. A heat that rushed from her body and splashed into her pants, an unstoppable tide. Maria could do nothing but close her eyes in shame as she lost control and began to wet herself. Pee splashed through her flimsy underwear, poured into the leggings underneath. She felt the wetness against her legs as it traveled from her crotch down to her ass, and beyond. The feeling was like an orgasm. She felt as if a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. But still, she blushed with shame as the piss ran down her legs as well as dampening the hem of her skirt. After a minute or two the stream tapered off leaving just the drip, drip, drip of the urine falling off of the chair. “Maria?” She opened her eyes, knowing the most painful part was yet to come. Will was staring at her. She caught a glimpse of his crotch, soaked through with her water and felt another wave of shame roll over her. “Did you just pee your pants?” “Yes”. There was nothing to do but tell the truth. “I didn’t know you were into that, but ok”. Maria was stunned. She took a moment to make sure she heard that correctly. “So do you want to keep going?” Will said. Maria silently thanked her lucky stars that Will was so open and that he had misunderstood her accident as a fetish. She replied with an emphatic nod. The couple moved over to the bed where Maria finally got her sweater off, among other things. She couldn’t help but cringe as she striped off her soaked leggings and panties, but the payoff was worth it. Will was a master with his hands, expertly rubbing and touching until Maria was near climax before he had even stuck it in. But he did eventually and when he did, Maria’s world lit up. She rode him hard, feeling his third leg press deep into her body. She moaned. He responded in kind. They continued for some time until Maria felt the oncoming rush of orgasm she moaned again, toes curling as she sat up straight, body shivering as she came. She felt will pull out, grab a tissue from the bedside and finish himself. The pair collapsed back onto the bed slick with sweat, and lay peacefully, resting the day away. —------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Later that night, as Maria was walking home, she felt an odd scratching sensation in the waistband of her now-dry leggings. She felt around her hips and discovered a small slip of paper with a few lines of messy writing on it. The message read: I’ll be in Cincinnati again soon, call me! -W The message was followed by a phone number. Maria smiled as she continued walking through downtown. She had a feeling that number would be getting a lot of use in the future.
  4. A loud horn blared inside the walls of Fire Force Company 8’s headquarters. Maki Oze’s Head snapped up, as she was women from a paperwork induced trance. The monotony of the boring office work was in stark contrast to the high risk aspect of being a fire soldier. Killing Infernals. The smoldering, once human creatures were one of the biggest threats to the Tokyo Empire, and it was the job of the Fire Force to make sure they were kept in check. Maki hurried to get her gear, including the standard fire resistant jacket that was the staple of a fire soldier, and her hat, stylized like the pointy headwear of medieval witches and proudly displaying the Company 8 insignia. Mani was joined in the halls by Capitan Obi, the leader of Company 8, and his right hand man, Lieutenant Hinawa. They were discussing the emergency and quickly got Maki up to speed. “ Two Infernals have been spotted about a mile away” said Capitan Obi. “It should be a routine job.” The Lieutenant nodded his assent. The three veteran members of Company 8 were the first into the garage, the rookies not far behind. Shinra and Arthur pushed through the door next, arguing all the way. Next came the team’s engineer, Vulcan who slid in to the driver’s seat of the Matchbox, Company 8’s main mode of transportation, next to Victor Licht, the company’s one man science department. Tamaki and Iris, the last members of the small company slid into the back of the Matchbox, and Capitan Obi knocked on the wall to signal Vulcan to take off. The whole process took less than five minutes. “Okay everybody”, came Capitan Obi’s voice. This should just be a simple job, get in, put the Infernals to rest, and then get out. However, there may be a chance that this is the work of the White Clad, in which case we need to be more careful.” Maki grimaced at the mention of the evil organization that had been terrorizing the Tokyo Empire. The Food Force has learned that their final goal was to wipe out humanity in a second Great Cataclysm, a repeat of the disaster that has almost ended all of humanity. Captain Obi spoke again. “ Shinra. It’s going to be your job to engage any White Clads that we see. Your speed should allow you to take them on before they can get away. That will give us time to put the Infernals to rest and the help you out”. Obi’s proposal was met with nodded heads. Maki felt a rush of anticipation as they neared the scene of the emergency. Vulcan pulled to a stop, and Company 8 got to work. As soon as the team got out of the Matchbox, Shinra used the speed provided by his Edola Burst to shoot into the sky, hunting for anyone who might be a White Clad agent. Maki a and the rest of Company 8 ran toward the house that served as the scene of the fire. The roof billowed smoke and the timber groaned as the structural stability of the house started to falter. Obi quickly split them into groups, sending Maki, Tamaki, and Iris around the back while he and Hinawa went in the front. Maki used her abilities as a second-generation pyrokenetic to push the blazing flames to the side, allowing for a safe entrance. As they moved inside, Maki felt the heart beat quicken. No matter how many times she entered a fire, Maki always felt the rush of fear causes but being surrounded by heart and flames. Even though her second-generation abilities would keep her safe from the flames, human instinct told her to be scared of fire, and so she was. Still she would do her job, no matter how scared she was. That was what it meant to be a fire soldier. The group rushed into what looked to be a living room. The walls were blackened and the furniture was charred almost beyond recognition. A quick glance told Maki that there was no Infernal to be found in the room. They continued on. Maki’s group meet up with Hinawa and Obi near the front door. A glowing, burning monster stood next to them. Another spoke of fear shot through Maki. She felt her stomach so somersaults at the sight of the Infernal. Her underwear heated up briefly as a few drops of pee shout out of her body. Maki realized she should probably have gone before they left on the mission. Her bladder tightened again, but Maki was able too prevent any further leakage. Maki was no stranger to Ono the job accidents. In her line of work, dangerous situations were common, and the occasional wetting was nothing to be ashamed of. Still, Maki would prefer to save herself the embarrassment of a full accident. She gritted her teeth, and tore her focus back to more pressing matters. “Sister Iris!” yelled Hinawa. “Please start the prayer!” Iris ran forward, tented her hands, and began to chant the words of the familiar prayer that would allow the soul of the Infernal to be put to rest and guaranteed a good afterlife. As Iris spoke Company 8 jumped into action. Maki focused on keeping the surrounding flames at bay while Tamaki and Hinawa distracted the Infernal. Obi ran at the monster head-on, his intense physical training allowing him to move quickly even while carrying the weight of his heavy fire equipment. He pulled an axe from the pack on his shoulder and died at the Infernal. The axe cut deep into the creature’s chest, and with a howl of rage, it burst into flames, its body collapsing, as it was sent back to join the Great Sol. Maki felt relief was over her as the last charred embers of the Infernal faded away. Obi gave the signal to move out, and the company headed to the door. Suddenly, a crash behind the group caused Maki to swivel, searching for the source of the noise. She didn’t need to look far. A towering Infernal stood before her leering down with its charred features. Burning terror shot through Maki as the monster leaned toward her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the shocking appearance of the creature sent waves of fear through her body. Her already stressed bladder responded immediately. Maki felt her underwear dampen with a sense of detachment, as the fact the she was pissing herself took a backseat to her survival instinct. Still she was able to register the warm streaks of urine that poured down her legs, as well as the feeling of the liquid sticking to the uniform she wore underneath the fire resistant material. The shameful warmth in her pants felt different from the heat of the fire, a more damp, dark kind of heat as opposed to the bright flames of the blaze. Thh hey Ed monster in front of her raised a long, thin limb above its head, but before it could bring the appendage down on the terrified fire soldier, a bullet ripped through its chest and it collapsed. Maki’s senses rushed back to her just in time to hear the final words of the prayer and to register the smoking barrel of Hinawa’s gun as her savior. A blush rose on her cheeks as she felt the warm wetness coating her groin and thighs. Maki sent a quick prayer off thanks to the person who defined her uniform with so many layers, a feature that in addition to providing better heat resistance, also hid her embarrassing accident. After confirming that all parties were unharmed, Company 8 headed outside where the Matchbox was waiting. Shinra stood next to the vehicle with Licht and Vulcan. Between them stood a woman dressed in a white cloak with a red cross on the front. The front of her headpiece had been pulled back to reveal her face twisted in a scowl. Her dark blue braids and unique pointed irises marked her as Arrow, a powerful servant of the Evangelist that the Fire Force has been trying to capture for quite some time. Maki couldn’t help but notice the dark stain covering a portion of her cloak the wet fabric still glistened in the sunlight marking her accident to be just as recent as Maki’s. Well, at least I’m not the only one, Maki thought as Capitan Obi congratulated Shinra and exchanged stories. Maki quietly slipped into the back of the Matchbox, her only thoughts on getting back to base and getting cleaned up. It has been a very eventful mission.
  5. Yet another incredible story. This is looking like the start of another amazing series. I can’t wait to see what happens next!
  6. I've been writing a series of Genhin Impact short stories here: Feel free to check them out if you want!
  7. The Director of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was expected to be a grave individual, who considered business the top priority. They probably were a serious person, saddened by their proximity to death everyday. They probably stood hunched and weary, elderly, and with a stern disposition. At least thats what people expected. In reality, the Director is a short girl with dark brown hair who is renowned across Liyue not as a respectful, somber individual, but as an eccentric prankster with a wicked sense of humor. Hu Tao is the 77th Director of the Wangsheng Parlor, and although her whimsical attitude towards life might be off-putting, she does consider her work a very serious matter. Just not today. Hu Tao wandered the streets of Liyue Harbor in search of any unsuspecting passerby that would fall victim to her newest prank. And boy was it a good one! Hu Tao chuckled to herself just thinking about it. The prank was simple, yet effective. It involved waiting patiently behind a corner next to a proper produce vendor's shop. Then, when Hu Tao saw somebody walk by after making a purchase, she would pull a thin string across a narrow alley, tripping the unsuspecting target. Hu Tao would then scamper away, unseen, mischief completed. It's brilliant Hu Tao thought. She turned a corner, pushing through the throngs of people crowding the streets of the harbor. She was briefly able to slip away from the crowds and, under the guise of tying her shoe, attached on end of the strong, thin string to a doorstop the other side of the ally. Hu Tao then quickly made her way to the other side of the narrow passage way and crouched down behind a corner that she had scouted out the previous day. She checked the wire. It lay flat against the cobbled path, almost invisible unless you knew what to look for. Hu Tao smiled in satisfaction. Step one complete. Now all she needed to do was wait for an opportunity to spring the trap. And wait she did. Hu Tao was regularly disappointed by the many customers that chose an alternate route to the one that Hu Tao had employed for her practical joke. As she sat there, waiting for her chance, Hu Tao began to grow restless. She shifted her position in the corner, trying to avoid the sharp edges of the building behind her from digging into her back. Sores were beginning to grow on her legs from being cramped in the same position for too long, and her foot was falling asleep. At least no one could say that she wasn't dedicated. In addition to these external discomforts, a more internal problem was beginning to make itself known. Hu Tao felt her balder fill up as she sat there, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself. She started to fidget as her ned grew. She was growing frustrated at the lack of success her trap was showing. The fatal flaw was of course, that the prank wouldn't work if nobody decided to walk down the small, cramped alley when they could just walk along the main road. Hu Tao was beginning to lose hope. She shifted her legs again in order to ease the pressure on her back and in her bladder alike. She would need to find a bathroom soon, and there was always tomorrow. Mind made, she began to rise with the intention of abandoning the plan. Just then she heard footsteps approach. Hu Tao quickly ducked down behind her corner, not daring to hope. She still wasn't sure if what she was seeing was real even as the man, for it was a man, walked down the alley, admiring the peaches he had just purchased. Hu Tao grinned with excitement. She poked her head around the corner, happy to see that the man was still absorbed in examining his recent purchases. Hu Tao waited, breathless, hand gripping the string as tight as possible. She waited for the right moment to pull. Hu Tao had been anticipating this fr too long to mess it up now. Then, finally, the man was in the right spot. Just as his foot was about to step on the wire, Hu Tao pulled. The wire sprang off the ground, catching the man's outstretched foot. He had just enough time to let out a surprised shout before he pitched forward. The man fell onto the ground, hands in front of his face. The bag he was carrying split open, sending peaches, mangos, and other varieties of tropical fruits careening into the air. The man's glasses slipped off his face and clattered to the ground upon impact. Groggily he raised his head, fumbling around on the ground to find them. Hu Tao had been watching these proceedings in joyous rapture until that point. At the sight of the man's bewildered face, she collapsed into a fit of hysterics. Hu Tao bent over her knees as wave upon waves of laughter shook her body. She had the fleeting though to be thankful for the hustle and bustle of the city, else the man would have surly hear her laughter. As soon as Hu Tao was about to regain control of her emotions, she caught site again of the man's confused expression still searching for his spectacles, prompting another burst of laughter. Hu Tao was laughing so hard, she had tears in her eyes. They ran down her cheeks, as the joyous peels continued to sound. But as Hu Tao continued to laugh, she realized that she had a very serious issue to worry about. The pressure in her abdomen had been steadily building, and now with the loss of control that came her her merriment, it was about to release. Hu Tao tried to stop laughing in order to preserve the cleanliness of her clothes, but it was no use. Every time she thought she had contained herself, thoughts of the man's face sent her back to the ground in hysterics. Hu Tao shoved her hands between her legs in one final attempt to hold on, but her body was not to be denied. She began to wet herself, making sure tears were not the only liquid to exit her body due to laughter. A stream quickly ran down her legs, pouring into her black shorts. A puddle started to form around Hu tao's form still hunched over from laughter. The warm wetness soaked her butt and thighs, as it clung to the fabric of her shorts. A loud hisss joined her laughter, creating a medley of sound. Once again Hu Tao was thankful for the privacy her corner afforded her. There would be no way to hide the accident if she had been standing in the road. The streaks of pee still pouring off of her proved that. And all throughout, Hu Tao just continued to laugh. Eventually she tired herself out. She sat, breathless, chest still heaving in a large puddle of pee. Yet somehow, she didn't care. The thrill of the prank overshadowed and embarrassment or shame that might have come with pissing herself. She watched as the man moved off through the alley, glasses positioned crookedly on his nose, bag of groceries in his hands. Through a large tear in the bag, Hu Tao could see several bruises on the fruits inside. She almost felt bad before remembering the man's face again. She chuckled once more before quietly slipping back into the crowded main road. Her black shorts did nicely to hide all signs of her accident. Hu Tao let the smile on her face grow as she headed back to the parlor. It had truly been an eventful day.
  8. Loved it! Short and sweet. An extension would be awesome.
  9. Chapter 5: The Jade Chamber floated gracefully through the sky over Liyue Harbor, passing the few clouds that obscured the bright rays of sunlight. The warm summer months had brought nice weather and pleasant spirits all across Teyvat. Yet despite the warm weather and the nice breeze, Ganyu secretary to the Liyue Qixing was sitting inside at a desk. The work of the Qixing didn't stop for the weather, which meant that neither did Ganyu. She was devout in her work, tackling any task that came her way without a word of complaint. Her work ethic and can-do attitude had earned her respect from both her coworkers and from the Qixing herself. This was a fact the Ganyu was happy about most of the time. She was not opposed to a heavy workload, and appreciated the respect she was given. Still, it was a shame to have to stay inside on a day like this. The blue sky above and the sparkling sea below called to Ganyu. She could feel her qilin heritage aching to explore the world around her. But she knew she couldn't do any of those things. Instead, she just had to sigh and get right back to work. A constant stream of papers and reports had been flooding in from Liyue. A flock of merchant ships had just docked in the harbor, which meant a lot of paper work for Ganyu. It seemed like every time she finished filling out a document, another, longer paper was placed on her desk. The work was constant, but not to strenuous. As she worked, Ganyu felt her mind drifting back to thoughts of running through the forest or splashing in the ocean. As the day drew on, Ganyu began to feel restless. she had been sitting behind her desk for what felt like hours and her hand was starting to cramp from writing. She got up to stretch throwing her hands above her head and yawning. She was shocked to see that it was late afternoon in Liyue. She had been working for longer than she had realized. As Ganyu stretched, she felt an uncomfortable sensation in her bladder. Oh right! she thought. I better get to the bathroom. Ganyu had realized her need an hour or two ago, but had gotten caught up in work again before she could act on her urges. After that the thought of using the bathroom had completely slipped her mind. No matter. I'll go now. As Ganyu began to walk to the door out of her office and into the hallway, a junior assistant came down the hallway, stopping in front of her door. He deposited a stack of papers on her desk, explained that they were the final merchant's reports for the day, and quickly scurried out of her office. With a sigh Ganyu sat back down at her desk. I guess it'll have to wait. I can always stop soon if it gets too bad. Ganyu leaned back from her desk, sighing in satisfaction. She had just finished filling out the reports, and was done for the day. She was about to stand up and leave the office when a stray thought distracted her. Wasn't there something I was supposed to remember? she asked herself. Ganyu stood pondering the question for a few moments before her bladder spasmed and it all came flooding back. Literally. A stream of pee shot out between Ganyu's legs. She was able to stop it after only a few seconds, but there was no denying the wet warmth on the inside of her thighs. There was no way to tell just looking at Ganyu, the long ends of her bodice covered her legs enough to hide any potential stains. Now that her bladder was under control for the time being, Ganyu made her way into the hallway in search of a bathroom. She walked a few paces down the hall before, she was forced to bend over with her hands between her legs to avoid another leak. It was worse than Ganyu had realized. Her situation was becoming more and more desperate by the minute. She continued to walk down the hall, scanning for a restroom. She knew there was one around here somewhere. Now if she could just remember where it was.... Yes! A door down the hall, clearly marked with a restroom sign, beckoned invitingly. Ganyu had to stop herself from running down the hall, knowing that doing so would most likely lead to yet another leak. Instead she moved slowly down the hall, carefully maintaining her composure. She reached the door and grasped the handle, and felt a deep sense of relief as she twisted the knob. But the knob didn't move. "Occupied!" came a woman's shout from behind the locked door. Groaning, Ganyu shoved her hands back between her legs. She hobbled to the other side of the hallway and pressed her back against the wall. She thought she recognized the voice of the person inside, but couldn't remember who it belonged too. Of course, that didn't matter as much as if she would be done soon or not. Ganyu waited against the wall, breathing hard, for what felt like an eternity. She was sweating, and could feel her control slipping every second she waited. Yet the door didn't budge. Ganyu knocked again, but the response was the same. No further detail was given beyond the fact that there was someone in the bathroom . Ganyu moved back to her spot, legs bouncing up and down in a desperate attempt to contain the liquid within her body. But as time continued to drag on, it seemed less and less likely that Ganyu would be able to hold it. About ten minutes later, Ganyu was dancing back and forth, a permeant grimace etched on her face. She danced in a small circle, shifting her legs back and forth. She was employing every strategy she could think of to try to keep her pants dry. But alas, her efforts were futile. After the long hours at a desk, Ganyu's bladder was finally exhausted. Ganyu felt her control slipping and redoubled her efforts, but it was no use. A few seconds later, her bladder spasmed one more final time before it completely let go. Urine rushed out of Ganyu like a flood. Her hands felt the golden liquid rush down her legs, as separate streams fell from her crotch directly to the floor. The fabric of her black bodysuit did nothing to contain the stream, and a massive puddle began to form on the ground. It continued to spread from between her feet until it almost reached the other side of the hall. Ganyu stood frozen, hands between legs, as the pee continued to pour out of her at an alarming rate. Eventually, the stream tapered off, but there could be no doubt about what had occurred. The legs and rear of Ganyu's black bodysuit were completely soaked, and obvious trails of saturated material clearly marked the path her piss had taken to reach the ground. Just as Ganyu was assessing the situation, she heard a toilet flush in the bathroom. She panicked, knowing that she couldn't let anyone see her in this state. Quickly she ran down the hall, turning the corner just as she heard the door open behind her. She breathed a sigh of relief. There was no doubt that whoever was inside the bathroom would figure out someone had wet themselves, the puddle was a dead give away, but hopefully they wouldn't know who. Breathing a deep sigh of both relief and disappointment, Ganyu walked quickly toward her office to gather her possessions, reminding herself not to be so forgetful in the future.
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