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  1. Please let me know if you enjoy, and if you really like this I'm open for commissions! Though she knew the layout of their old home well enough to trot it backwards in her sleep, Princess Luna had yet to memorize the entirety of the Canterlot Castle, leaving her in need of a guide for visits to areas she rarely traveled. At present such a pony wasn't available, so she was on her own as she hurried through the hallways branching off from the ballroom, her magical mane flowing well behind her as she hurried. The area was one of the few where only castle staff and royalty had permission to travel, so she was quite alone as she cantered down a dark hallway. At least that meant she was free of witnesses when she skidded to a halt and crossed her back legs in a rush, color rising to her cheeks as a soft keen echoed down the window lined hall. Sweat dampened her dark coat, beading along her forehead and going flying as she looked about the tight quarters with rapid twists of her neck. Even with her darkness adjusted eyes she found nothing and no one to help her. For all of her struggle that was just as well, she'd have combusted if one of her subjects saw her in her current state... What would they do if they saw a potty dancing princess anyway? Hot pain burst across her marehood in a spasm, the muscles seeming to throw a tantrum at her adamant refusal to give them a break, and she was left hopping from side to side. Thighs crammed together and slick with sweat, the mare tried to give herself some light to search by with her horn, only to whimper when the concentration sent another jolt of pain down her hindquarters. There wasn't a way to use her powers without creating the very disaster she wanted to avoid. Worse, she was no longer just away from the party, she was rather turned around. It would take time she didn't have to get back to the crowd, and by then she'd be at her limit, if she didn't lose control on the way. Another burst of agony made her cry out, rump dropping so she could shove her heel against her marehood. There was already more dampness than she wanted to acknowledge on her marehood, though hopefully it was nothing more than sweat... a great deal of it. "Why didn't you just go when you woke up?" she asked herself, voice a croaky whisper in her current state as she rocked her hips from side to side. Memories of her private room and the attached bathroom mocked her with how easily she could have avoided her current predicament; if only she'd gone just as the sunset woke her, when she had first felt the fullness of her bladder throbbing between her legs... Oh, but she'd been so confident in her ability to hold, even when she'd learned this party was occurring and required her to make an appearance... The line to the bathrooms was probably just as long now as it had been when she'd left, especially with a number of the restrooms closed for renovations. Thinking of a toilet made her spasm again, and this time a shock of hot wetness dribbling down her inner flank sent cold adrenaline through her veins. Bouncing her back legs, she started up her search again, looking for a bathroom that wasn't blocked by a line of ponies. Without a soul for company the clopping of her hooves over the pristine tile was loud enough to make her wince, and her own haggard breathing was no more subtle, her soft whimpers of pain growing louder with every step. All she had to be thankful for was privacy, with nothing but the occasional statue in the moonlight to judge her for being in such a predicament. Princess Luna came to a shaky and sudden halt by one of the many windows, her back legs trembling as a series of soft cries left her lips and her legs wound themselves together. It was all trying to burst out then and there, threatening to overwhelm her floodgates and gush onto the tile below... Tears burned in her eyes as she looked out on the darkened landscape; the forest beyond beckoned to her, inviting her to relieve herself as she had many times before while out on patrol. All she ever needed was a tree and a heft of her tail... Had she the strength or time she'd have gladly taken to the skies and found the edge of the forest, but her wings were locked at her side now, frozen like the rest of her thanks to how coiled she was. All her body allowed was a tightening of her crossed legs and a soft sound of despair as more heat dribbled down her thighs. Not here, not here... Merciful Midnight, I can't do it here! But what could she do?? There was nowhere to go, she didn't have the capacity to get somewhere appropriate, and she had to pee... Some terrible madness, brought on by an unbearable need to urinate, compelled her to take the path of least resistance. Nopony knew she was here, and there probably wouldn't be anypony coming through these halls until morning... If there was anything left at all by then it would be impossible to tell where the puddle came from, and her greatest humiliation would be mopped up like it had never occurred in the first place. Such intense desperation clouded her mind to the point that the idea seemed absolutely brilliant. Who cared about dignity when so much was at stake? Even better, if she seized the opportunity now when there was no one around, there'd be no chance of her getting caught. Temptation tugged at the tail she'd plastered over the exit, compelling it to rise and reveal a glimpse of her marehood, the delicate folds puffy and sore thanks to all of her holding- "No!" she stopped herself from peeing with a cry of defiance, but her bold resistance petered out with another keen of pain, her labia burning from the overexertion. Though she didn't lose a drop, she was left standing in the same spot and enduring the same predicament, her side heaving to catch her breath. There was too much pride in her to lose control, but there was also far too much piss for that ideal to last, meaning she had this brief window in which to make a decision. At this point she was in damage control and accepted that nothing would be perfect... though surely there was somewhere more or less dignified a princess could pee, right?! Somewhere out of the way, free of witnesses, and that would let her keep some measure of her dignity... Rythmic agony in her urethra, like a captive banging against an exit, formed the backdrop of her decision. Barely coherent and ready to burst, the mare took one final look around. Darkness at both ends of the hallway made her feel quite isolated, though there was still nowhere that made for an obvious back up toilet. Shimmering light from the countless windows danced across the marble tiles as her eyes darted about, the statues of ancient heroes all flanked by pristine pots and vases of rare flowers that gave the hall a wiff of sweetness. A mix of a pained cry and a frustrated sigh passed her muzzle as she failed to find a solution. A million fineries, but not a single- Wait. An instinct within her realized the potential of the plants before her conscious mind could even register the wilted fronds of the closest one, and by then she was already hobbling over, trying not to spurt with every step. Knowing relief was potentially at hoof gave her the strength to hold just a little longer, though there was still wetness on her fur that would need to be dealt with. In the full light of the moon she was just able to maneuver the pot with her shaking hooves, her chest heaving as she pulled it close and moved the withered leaves aside. A glance inside and a quick bit of mental math found the pot roughly big and deep enough, she hoped, to contain the full capacity of her bladder without overflowing. It would help that the plant inside was dry and withering; hopefully it would by thirsty enough to drink up everything she gave it... Securing the pristine ceramic between her hooves, Luna bit her lip and shoved herself behind a tiny outcrop between two towering statues so she had some hint of privacy, securing her coiled self as out of sight as her size allowed. Granted, there was a towering window at her side, but she reasoned it was dark enough that she didn't have to worry about that. The real threat came from being stumbled upon whilst she was powerless to move. Smushing her side against the cold glass and bracing her forehead against the statue at her front, Luna prayed she'd also be quiet enough not to draw attention, blushing even harder at the fact she needed to be worried about such things. A hot sting filled her marehood as she pushed the plant behind her, the darkness and her own lack of experience going under such circumstances making it hard to be sure she wasn't about to shower the hallway, not that she had the time to care. Trying not to feel too humiliated, she spread her legs and squatted like a dog, aiming herself at the pot she'd placed between her legs and behind her rump. Quaking as the ocean prepared to gush forth, she nearly choked on her humiliation as she settled into position, lifting her tail to expose her shame to the open air. She didn't even need to "go" thanks to her desperation; the opportunity for relief kicked her body into action, a sense of warm relaxation washing over all the parts of her that had been so tormented and compelling them to release their tension. Heat flooded her cheeks as she felt herself giving in, her senses primed for intruders even as she recognized stopping would be impossible. Tail hefting high and out of the way, Luna gasped and twitched as her labia partef suddenly, the cold night air sending a bolt tingling up her spine and a quiver along the length of her back. It was all it took. Endorphins tingling along her shaking body, the Princess had to bite her lip to avoid gasping at the first spurt to willingly pass her labia, the hot droplets of piss sprinkling the wilted plant below to gather on the leaves like golden dew. Holding it for so long made letting go a slow process, but she didn't need to expend effort on anything but maintaining her aim, her floodgates naturally easing open beneath the astounding pressure inside her. Soft gasps from her open mouth were the only quiet cue to what she was doing. At first it was overwhelmingly sharp thanks a veritable ocean of piss rushing for the exit, but after a few precious moments she finally felt the pieces fall into place. Her urethra relaxed, her tail went limp across her flank, and the floodgates eased open at long last... In the silent hallway, she heard her tinkle pattering against the dirt before she even realized she was going for real, the sound of release like music to her twitching ears. It was the tiniest stream she'd ever known at the start, thinner than the knib of a delicate quill, but it didn't take long for it to thicken. Soft hissing merged with the delicate sound of her flow splashing into the dirt, and as out of place as it was she knew the noise would be recognizable to anypony as soon as they heard it. That should have put her on edge; anypony unlucky enough to stumble into the hallway would have been able to tell what she was doing before they even saw her, but she found it impossible to care, let alone worry. "Ahhhhh..." Fog blossomed on the window as she let out a heavy sigh, her sweat soaked forehead resting against the cool glass and her eyes lidding with bliss as she felt it at long last; relief. From between her parted labia, a thin tinkle sped up until it was a proper waterfall, the flow landing perfectly in the center of the pot save for the occasional brush against the wilted leaves. Princess Luna shifted her hooves for greater comfort, keeping herself close to the pot so she didn't overshoot and make a mess on the tile below, not that she could do much about the small amount spattering to the floor... There was no controlling such a high velocity stream in such tight quarters. Enjoying herself too much to care, she sighed again, cracking open her eyes as the first rush of urine lost some of its power. Looking out on the empty moonlit landscape as her stream slowed, the Princess pushed down on her bladder without delay, needing only to give a tiny squeeze before she was once again gushing at full capacity. Taking a moment to look back at her progress, Luna had to hold back a naughty smile when she beheld the window fogging from the heat of her release, the clear glass becoming nearly opaque from the heat she was letting off. That was to say nothing of how much she'd already made; the bone dry dirt was now struggling to soak up her piss fast enough to keep it from climbing the rim, forcing her to hold back a little lest she overflow her impromptu toilet. Even better, the plant itself seemed to have perked up from the refreshing drink and shower, the plumpening folds rising up to caress her rump. Letting out another sigh as her streamagged, Luna took the time to push again, feeling her bladder dropping to a much more bearable level as she did so. There was still so much, but compared to the ocean she'd been enduring the weight of for hours on end, this felt quite... pleasant. In fact, her whole body was almost tingling with electric relief. Warm bliss pulsed through her as she peed, encouraging her to keep going and free every last drop. By the second half her urine was splashing into a puddle that the plant couldn't absorb, fat droplets flying off the impact point to land everywhere from the plant to the floor to the unfortunate statue behind her. Whatever brave hero had been immortalized in the carved crystal, they didn't seem to mind getting caught in the crossfire of her release, their determined gaze remaining forward. Though she had every intention of cleaning them up, for the moment it just added to the naughty fun she was having. This wasn't the kind of activity she usually indulged in... For the first time since she'd started her stream truly fluctuated, the audible hiss sputtering from the lack of flow and giving her enough time to catch the breath she wasn't aware of losing before she pushed again. Almost... Almost... Tender whispers to herself encouraged her to keep going at a dutiful pace, her tail staying raised as she dropped her butt closer to the pot. A lagging stream made aiming a tad bit harder in the tight space, encouraging her to look back and watch herself to ensure she didn't miss completely as she finished her business. The first good look made her blush; a fine mist covered absolutely everything in a small radius. Closer inspection revealed herself to be equally damp, her exposed cheeks dripping from the backsplash she'd been sustaining her entire release, and that was to say nothing of her sopping marehood. At least it was better than an accident... Jaw going slack and eyes slightly crossing, Luna pushed herself until she was pissing a thin dribble, holding her rump over the pot to ensure the final drops all fell where they needed. A few weak spurts helped her finish the job more quickly, and with one she unexpectedly found herself completely empty, the sensation almost foreign to her after so much desperation. Quivering from the exertion and the countless feelings surging through her, the Princess stumbled into a standing position, leaving her little space to stretch her legs. Making it only a few wobbly steps, she savored the warm satisfaction in her belly before sighing in near disbelief. This feels... so much better... A touch of curious compulsion made proved too much to ignore. Turning around, facing the window and the plant she'd showered, she got her first clear look at her work. By now the plant had been able to soak up everything, but it was still dripping atop its sopping soil, the leaves sagging beneath the weight of her downpour. It actually looked a great deal healthier than when she'd started... Even the wilted stem seemed to have plumped up, rising to the occasion to swell and fill the fine ceramic. However, her release had been far from clean outside the pot, and there was a not insignificant amount of piss dripping down the ceramic sides... and resting in droplets down the floor... and dribbling down the statue... and running down the window... That was to say nothing of the wetness covering her backside, which was catching a draft she hadn't previously noticed, the cold air teasing her sensitive labia. Going back into a touch of panic, she realized that getting caught in such a state wouldn't be much better than being found in the midst of a potty break. Clearing her head with a gulp, she looked about for something to clean herself with, finding the hallway to be quite lacking in toilet paper. There were only more planters spaced along the length of the hallway... Considering how when she went in the woods a leaf was usually all she required, she decided to make the most of what she had. A few spare fronds were plucked via her magic as a small sacrifice. Rushing now that she had a clear head, Luna wiped up the floor and her surroundings first, sopping up the mess and depositing the soiled leaves in the pot of the plant they came from. It worked well enough, at least to the point she couldn't tell somepony had peed nearby, so she didn't waste time trying to perfect it. A far more noticeable mess still needed to be dealt with. Blushing to herself, she quickly raised her haunches and flipped up her tail, shivering as cold air danced over her dripping marehood. This time she made sure to tuck herself away for privacy, the sense she was doing something naughty making her do what she could to hide her shame. Hot delight in her marehood made her shiver despite all of her efforts. "Oh..." The soft sound passed her lips as she gave herself a long, slow wipe down the length of her labia, the slickness of piss and arousal all but allowing the leaf to glide. Her clit throbbed as the tender frond brushed past, sending hot tingles of desire up her spine. Hooves trembling on the tile, the mare tried to focus, but found it incredibly hard to do anything but enjoy herself. Oh goodness, it felt so good... Magic humming in her ears, Luna let the leaf linger over her clit, rubbing a tiny circle over the wet heat. Having come so close to humiliation only made her more excited, and soon her breath was coming out faster, her rump pressing back into the heavenly attention- What are you doing?! You don't have time for this; you have an appearance to make! Common sense snapped her out of the bliss she was building to like a splash of frigid water. Holding back a whine, she wiped herself clean quickly, dabbing at her rump to dry herself as thoroughly as possible. Though she still throbbed with desire, the Princess had enough control over herself to ignore her arousal for the time being, even if there was nothing she wanted more than to satisfy herself. Ignoring how her marehood pulsed, she tossed the last of the leaves into the pot they'd come from when she was done. It was enough to be clean and dry and empty after all she'd been through. Taking one last look at the corner she'd had such a little adventure within, Luna pushed the pot back where she'd found it and decided to call it sufficient. This had ended far better than she could have ever hoped, and she didn't want to push her luck. No amount of temptation was worth risking her pride. Hurrying off to try and find her way back, the Princess made sure to move as swiftly as she could, well aware that her body was still alight with desire. A quick visit to the party followed by her usual nightly duties would keep her busy for a while, but when she was finished... Excitement still pulsed in her folds, demanding satisfaction as soon as she was free to give it. When she retired to her quarters come morning, she'd happily do so without delay.
  2. Decided to post this here because the world could always use more OMO. Please let me know if you enjoy, and if you really like this I'm open for commissions! Celestia didn't dare stop trotting, even as she became more certain what she was looking for wasn't to be found, because she knew disaster would strike if she stood still. A great sloshing inside of her tortured her at every step, making her vision go blurry with tears as the contents of her bladder rammed against the exit repeatedly and rhythmically each time her hips shifted to walk. It was taking its toll too; she was getting weaker, and soon enough she wouldn't be able to hold it at all... Such a thought almost made her cry, if anything because it was just too horrible to consider. A Princess did not have an accident, especially after sneaking out of an insufferable garden party to find a bathroom! The rocking of her lower body from her frantic trotting wasn't helping either, and she could only hope the dampness on her mound was from the sweat beading on her shimmering coat. Oh, the many inconveniences of her brilliant white coloration... A single dribble would shine like a beacon to appearance obsessed ponies, and no amount of damage control could undo such a level of scandal. Whimpering as she turned a corner to another dead end, the mare had to face the truth she'd spent the past fifteen minutes denying; there were no restrooms on this end of the garden after all. It was isolated and well hidden and perfect in every other way, but there was nowhere for her to pee with dignity. Dancing on the spot, she tried to control her breathing and think of a plan, having a hard time mulling over ideas with her brain fixated on one thing; relief. All of her thoughts inevitably snapped back to her pressing reality and how good it would be to let go, even if it came at the cost of all her dignity, and denying herself that release was getting harder. Biting her lip, she tried to keep it in any way she could, no longer too concerned with looking regal and instead squirming on the spot in an ungainly potty dance. Both of her thighs felt certain to cramp with how she was shoving them together, but she would have still thrown a hoof back for extra insurance were her long legs not already tangled together. A lifetime of being raised as a Princess made her quite capable of holding and equally afraid of revealing her bodily functions, but she doubted that would keep her secure much longer. It was like invisible forces were tugging at her now, pulling her legs apart and doing their best to pry the floodgates open no matter how she fought... Manners alone weren't going to keep nature's call at bay forever. It was time to accept that a toilet just wasn't going to materialize, no matter how hard she searched, and that she had to face her problem with what she had... which was nothing, at the moment. Keening to herself at a hot spasm rippling across her marehood, she uncrossed and crossed her back legs in a hurry, praying the thin line of warmth dribbling down one of her thighs was just more sweat. Now on the verge of an accident, the mare silently promised her bladder that she'd empty it very soon, provided there were no more leaks. Hooves stomping the lush grass into a flat carpet, Celestia cried out in pain and frustration, thankful only that she was alone. Beautiful flowers and plump vegetation surrounded her in a twisted labyrinth that limited visibility to a few feet, giving her some modicum of privacy in her darkest moment and allowing her to try and think. Any other pony would have just done the obvious and taken advantage of the nearest gap in the bushes, but she had never once gone anywhere but a toilet, and despite her desperation she was in no hurry to try. There was no guarantee she'd even be able to do it properly, and she certainly wouldn't enjoy a moment of it... Which was to say nothing of an even worse possibility; what if she was discovered in the act? Humiliation bloomed across her face in an intense blush, the very idea of such a scandal making her rump clench to lock in her burden and prevent her nightmare from becoming a reality. The idea sent her panicked mind absolutely wild. What would her subjects think if she was caught urinating amongst the roses? It would be unthinkable! Such a transgression against all that was becoming of her station, and that was to say nothing of what would happen if she was filmed... Pain and another feeling she didn't dare acknowledge pulsed through her bladder at the mortifying idea. But all the potential humiliation she was capable of imagining didn't change the one inevitability, she was going to pee, very soon, no matter how desperately she fought. There was just too much to hold, and it was still ramming against her poor urethra like a furious tidal wave demanding freedom, leaving her to squirm and tremble in a dripping sweat as she gasped for air. Magic couldn't save her with all the concentration it required, and the pressure it exerted on the body would have had her spurting before she arrived at her destination. All the missed opportunities to duck away and pee in the palace flashed before her eyes like a final mocking reminder, and she would have traveled back in time just to kick herself for thinking her needs could wait. Near to tears, she made the decision she had to, and her long neck stretched upwards in search of some privacy. Instinct led her to a tiny alcove off the main path, a curtain of flowers offering a hint of cover as she quickly slipped beneath them and into the tiny clearing beyond. Surrounded by walls of flora to protect her from prying eyes, she figured such an area was the best she could hope for, not that any one spot stood out to her. With no experience to draw from, she looked around at everything, noting all the little dips or crevices that could potentially hold her urine. Being faced with the physical reality of looking for a spot to pee made her pussy clench in a war with nature's calling, leaving her to briefly close her eyes and wrestle for control back before she started gushing into the nearest ditch. Whining and looking about frantically, she just managed not to trip over her locked legs as she saw it; a gap between two bushes with a small depression in the ground beneath. It was just the right size for a large mare, particularly if she dropped her rump to squat, and would let her feel the tiniest bit sheltered. The dip would keep her hooves dry too, provided she was careful. Another dribble of what she no longer dared to hope was sweat launched her into action. Unable to believe herself even now, she turned on the spot and aimed her backside for the gap, trying not to trip as she backed up blindly into the corner. Tender leaves tickled her pristine ass, almost teasing her with the fact that she was nowhere near a toilet and thoroughly out of her element. There weren't words for what she'd have traded for the cool certainty of a porcelain bowl beneath her... that was to say nothing of an actual door to lock! Having no idea what she was doing, Celestia swallowed her pride and dropped her lower half as she raised her tail, trying to hold onto some modicum of her dignity in the process. It didn't feel like she was at all elegant as she squatted like a common dog, her magic tail rising up to reveal her tight marehood and even tighter asshole to the world. Maneuvering her tail well out of the splash zone, she adjusted her hooves as best she could, holding back the flood only through the power of her nerves. Glancing back at herself with palpable uncertainty, she couldn't help but wince as the flowers she was aiming at seemed to look right back at her, their petals curling almost accusingly in her direction as they sat helpless in her shadow. Deep shame welled up in her belly and she was forced to look away, the silliness of her embarrassment doing nothing to quell it. Of course the plants couldn't actually mind, but she still felt beyond reprehensible, at least for the Royal gardeners. If she'd gone when the opportunity had presented itself, these poor blooms wouldn't be facing a soaking now... The final spreading of her legs kick started a reaction in her body so intense her pupils contracted with a gasp, her hooves just keeping their footing where the grass turned to bare dirt as something shifted inside of her. A reservoir of piss sloshed for a final time, the weight of it all moving from her belly to between her legs as her bladder realized she was giving in. Jaw going tight, the mare took one final breath of preparation that became two, which repeated faster and faster until she was nearly hyperventilating on the spot. Her anxiety peaking as the finality washed over her, Celestia stayed committed, though there was no backing out now. Keenly aware she was shaking from the tip of her nose to her exposed mound, the mare felt herself opening up despite her reservations, though it was a slow and tortuous process. Bright sunlight caught her lips just as they managed to relax, the dripping folds spreading to unveil her urethra to the light breeze whistling through the trees. Tender pink lips winked at the flowers now inches from her mound, and a soft sound like none she'd ever made tumbled out of her open mouth as she felt the cool air easing her to release. There was no need for conscious decisions, not that she would have been capable of one anyway, for her body to decide it was time. This being more or less her decision didn't stop her from tensing reflexively when the muscles she'd overworked finally relaxed and let it happen. Countless glasses of tea and punch that she'd downed to avoid conversation took their sweet time getting through the exit, but she still felt the heat when they started to escape, the fat beads of urine forming on her marehood like tiny pearls before they fell. For all of her desperation, the flow started as nothing more than droplets coming out one after the other, their sluggish movement almost mocking her in the face of her predicament. After almost pissing herself and finally giving in just before it was too late, this was all she had to pee? Thankfully for her, the droplets began to multiply and hasten their journey in short order, coming out faster and closer together until they were a thin waterfall that cascaded to the ground below. Tasting the relief she'd been so eager for, Celestia tried not to interrupt herself, hopeful that it would continue to speed up. Her wish was granted as a pleasant warmth began to radiate from her marehood, and a few seconds of further buildup allowed the flow to gain enough speed to arc away from her pussy, the thin spout of pee merrily singing its song as it pattered into the earth. Now she was starting to feel actual relaxation, which made it all the easier for her tinkle to thicken the little bit more it needed to bridge the gap between herself and the flowers. For all of their apparent complaints, the plants soaked up her little rainstorm as if they were fully parched, leaves angling as much of the spray as possible to the thirsty roots. With that, she finally felt what she was looking for, the start of true relief. Celestia would have moaned if not still in so much shock, the delightful pattering of her stream against the flowers making her spread her legs and lean forward to help it flow. Musical tinkling filled the air as she peed more forcefully, the droplets raining down from leaf to leaf before soaking into the earth at her hooves, leaving an unmistakable patch of wetness in their wake. Her stream continued to sparkle in the dappling sun as it rained down on the leaves and petals framing her hefty backside, leaving them as soaked as if a summer rain had been unleashed. Soon the soft sound was intensifying into an unmistakable hiss as her overstretched bladder started contracting to force the urine out as fast as her body allowed. A thick cascade began gushing out forcefully enough to push the plants branches about and make them sway, resulting in a few more tickles to her rump that she no longer minded. If anything, the nature was just a part of the fun, reminding her that even if she couldn't help it she was acting very unbecoming of a Princess. A curious desire to check on herself rose up and refused to be dashed, and with a final glance at the exit to be sure she was alone, Celestia decided to give in. Preparing to loom back with her long neck, the mare subconsciously pushed, pissing so hard it would be a miracle if she wasn't heard before she was seen, not that she was as horrified by that as she should have been. Suddenly the image of a handsome stallion stumbling across her like this was... enough to make her wet with more than just urine. Ignoring her fantasies, the mare turned her head and craned her neck, getting a perfect view of her ass amongst the leaves. A stream of truly impressive power surged out of her almost parallel to the earth, pushing right through the branches and threatening to strip the bush to its bark. Piss was already dripping from each individual leaf, the literal golden shower sparkling even as it foamed in the growing puddle behind her. Pride filled her chest at the sight; she was peeing all that, with so much more to go? Even for a mare of her size, it was an impressive feat of holding, and more importantly felt so wonderfully good. All of her worries seemed to flow out with her stream, allowing her to relax and sigh whilst she took the time to savor the release. Unrepentant in her delight, she kept her head facing backwards as she wiggled her hips, letting her stream go from side to side to ensure everything got a thorough watering. A fine mist was sent through the air as high velocity piss spattered against solid branches, sending a few back to cover her exposed ass. She couldn't have cared less about the mess with all the fun she was having. All she could ask herself was; why had she waited this long to go, and gotten in such a panic? There was nothing but bliss on her expression as she watched the ground sag under so much liquid and felt her bladder shrink in tandem. Relief mixed with pleasure made relaxing much easier as she settled in her squat, tail waving back and forth over her head as she moaned in delight. As she hit half of her capacity, the mare made sure to push again, wanting the entire reservoir cleared. What had once been fine tea in gorgeous crystal cups gushed down to the earth without a care, forming a lake that filled the small depression completely. The same part of her that had fought this was now reveling in it, and she could feel her mound pulsing in one very particular spot, her throbbing clit soaked in her piss. Holding it for so long had made her exceptionally sensitive too, allowing her to really enjoy herself. Feeling her stream fluctuate, Celestia took a moment to catch the breath she didn't realize she'd lost, the sweat of her exertion still dripping down her body. Bladder no longer bulging from her middle, she set about finishing up, closing her eyes and savoring the end just as she had the beginning. The stream lagged quickly from the dropping pressure, leaving her to squeeze down so the remaining quantity could be freed. Lips parting on both ends, Celestia let the last of the hot piss flow until it went from a stream to dribble, the arc lagging until it no longer cleared her pussy. She couldn't stop herself from putting on a small smile, the final dribble slinking down her pussy to tickle her inner thigh before dropping off and leaving her empty quite suddenly. Clear thought returned with a small sigh, though the full realization of what she'd done took a moment to dawn on the royal mare. Still quivering from exertion and excitement, she rose to her full height slowly, standing from her squat with a few careful steps forward. Piss dripped from her sopping pussy with every step, and she became aware of a not insignificant amount that had just splashed back onto her ass. Only now starting to think of how to clean up, she stood shakily on her long legs, breathing deeply before she did an about face to behold her efforts. A pony sized portion of the bush was soaked to the point of sagging, and the ground below had fared no better, the fertile earth dark and wet beneath the lake she'd made. Blushing hard, Celestia took a few further steps back to clear herself from the mess, embarrassed but feeling quite... excited by her decision. It looked like a creature twice her size had made that mess, and that was as thrilling as it was flattering; she'd held all that in, all morning? How strong of a bladder did she have? A distant laugh pulled her from her fun, reminding her that the garden party was still on and she had most likely been noticed as missing by now. If she didn't hurry ponies would come looking, and it wouldn't take a particularly bright individual to tell what she'd just been doing. Savoring this unexpected fun would have to be done later, when the gardens were really empty and she wasn't dripping from her trip to the bathroom. Speaking of which... Limited options led her to the large and dry leaves of a nearby tree, which she plucked using her magic and brought to her muzzle for a quick inspection. Not finding any sign of dirt and too pressed for time to do a thorough check, she ruled them good enough, blushing again as she spread her legs and raised her tail. A sopping pussy met the leaves with a tiny gasp from her, though she pressed on through her mixed uncertainty and arousal to take care of business. Softness against her marehood soaked up what it could, though there was quite a mess to be cleaned, resulting in her selecting multiple batches of leaves to wipe with. Even with a very real need to rush the mare had to take a moment to savor the feeling of her clit being caressed, her arousal letting the leaves all but glide between her lips. Scattering the soiled fronds over her puddle when she finished, she hoped everything would dry before anypony wandered by, as there was no hiding that something had happened here. When she was as certain as could be she was clean, Celestia held her head high and left her secret alcove, keeping its location thoroughly in the back of her mind as she navigated her way back to the party. Any witnesses would have thought her small smile to be nothing more than a polite expression humoring the party atmosphere, but she knew there was a gleam of naughty delight in her eyes. No amount of propriety would allow her to hide just how much she'd enjoyed herself. As the sounds of the party grew louder, she sighed in bliss. This had been a most unexpected bit of excitement on a very boring day. "Your Majesty!" A white Pegasus in full armor cried out as he caught sight of her, though she was calm and merely greeted him with a smile and a nod as he ran to her side. Dropping into an out of breath bow, the stallion huffed through his words, which tumbled out at a mile a minute. "We were just sent out to look for you! Is everything alright? Did something happen?" "Everything's quite fine!" she assured with a polite wave of her hoof, encouraging the guard to follow so they could assure the others. Thoroughly relieved, the stallion nodded and followed with a salute, looking quite pleased with himself to be returning with the Princess. Chuckling to herself, Celestia waved her tail from side to side, savoring the lingering tingle of her release. This was truly the greatest garden party she'd ever attended.
  3. The second shaded run in a series that's already been posted in full flat colors on my Derpibooru; the full Mane 6 are coming! Along with alternative versions
  4. The first shaded run in a series that's already been posted in full flat colors on my Derpibooru; the full Mane 6 are coming! Along with alternative versions
  5. Friendly reminder that I do art and story commissions! My rates are...

    1000 Words - 15$ 

    2000 Words - 25$

    3000 Words - 35$

    4000 Words - 45$

    5000 Words - 55$

    You can absolutely request longer stories, just follow the pattern above to estimate your price!

    Art commissions are a little less straightforward on the price front, but my general formula is 10$ for a sketch, 20$ for flat colors, and 30$ for full shading with extra charges for backgrounds and additional characters. 

    If you have any questions feel free to message me, I'm quite open to most topics!

  6. Another commission! While at a meeting that ends up running long, Celestia makes excellent use of her experience to make it much more bearable beneath the table, while poor Twilight learns the hard way why diapers are a solid princess investment…
  7. Another fantastic commission, this time of her Majesty being made to pee in a most indignifying way. I’ll leave the speaker to your imagination.
  8. My second pony commission! Twilight couldn't wait for the long lines at the ball, so she made do.
  9. Desperate times call for desperate measures… Made more pony art because I enjoy it, and I definitely plan on writing this one too. I imagine poor Luna can let her needs go unsatisfied for long periods of time, which can unfortunately result in not having time to reach a toilet. That flower needed some water anyway…
  10. My first pony commission! Celestia slipping away for some relief while on vacation, and perhaps crossing another item off her list…
  11. Wanted to post some of my other stuff for anyone interested! I figured a thread specific to ponies was best. If you like what you see, I'm open for commissions!
  12. Finally managed to carve out some time for fun writing; it's been forever! I wanted to write a story for a drawing a did a while back; ...and here it is! If you like what I've got here, you can commission me! My rates are pretty simple, 2k words for 25$, 3k for 35$ and so on... Regardless, I hope you like what I've got here, let me know what you think in the comments! Kita was accustomed to feeling tense before a race, though in a manner more akin to that of a coiled spring than anxiety or pressure. In preparation to give it her all, well toned muscles would grow warm and defined, allowing her to feel the power of her body before unleashing it on the field. It was an incredible feeling she'd acclimated to and come to enjoy very much... What she was not used to was experiencing that sensation down low, specifically, between her legs, alongside a sense of extreme urgency. Getting settled in the gate, she shifted her weight from one hoof to the other to try and soothe some of the pain. Unfortunately, the effect was quite the opposite. Like a great ball of agony, her bladder sloshed at every motion, the bulging burden pressing outward to strain her tiny running shorts. A quick groan passed her lips as she cradled the swell in the privacy of the gate. The entire thing felt far too overwhelming to have come from the hydration regime she'd been using the past few hours, but it was all too possible the new energy drink she'd experimented with had possessed some diuretic properties... What she wouldn't give to go back in time and knock it out of her hand, this could cost her the race! At the sound of the starting bell, she whimpered in apprehension, unsure how she might hope to proceed. The horses around her were focused, prepared, and not distracted by things so utterly avoidable... Her status as a favorite seemed tenuous at best given these new circumstances. Ordinarily she was the favorite and a well known tireless athlete... but right now, she just wanted to pee! Even if this was only a practice session, she didn't want to lose any of her hard earned reputation to something as simple as nature's calling, so she made the executive decision to preservere as she always did. Taking her position, she gulped down a whimper of pain at the intense pressure created by the light crouch. Summoning forth the tireless determination drilled in by her coach, a powerful and solidly built Clydesdale whose visage alone gave inspiration, she fought the urge to pin a hand between her legs. Even as the plumped lips of her pussy rubbed against the form fitting spandex, making her instinct to relieve that much harder to ignore, she remained strong. A little bit of discomfort wasn't going to keep her from winning. Muscle memory lunged her forward when the gate blasted open, but it didn't save her from the resulting surge of agony. Horses all around her charged forward in the critical first steps, hooves pounding on the dirt, and she used her innate drive to compete to avoid being left behind. Muscular legs propelled her into the ideal position even as a solid mass of liquid weighed her down. It wouldn't have surprised her if the sloshing was audible to anyone nearby, as she felt it with every step, like an ocean trying to bash its way out. Breathing hard and heavy while sweat prematurely beaded her brow, she made a commitment to herself; she was not going to pee until this race was finished. While that oath gave her strength, it also gave her a goal; she could relieve herself when the race was done. With that to motivate her, she surged to the front of the pack, teeth grit tight at the pain that came with every step. Though the excercise helped to keep the burden inside, it did nothing to quell the agony of supporting it. Every pump of her legs sent it all bouncing inside of her, resulting in a spasm of pressure like no other at the center of her tormented pussy, and at her pace that resulted in a burst every second. Her urethra might as well have been holding back Niagara Falls for how much every single step hurt. Passing the halfway point of the track, her entire body began to sweat as she maintained her solid lead, panting hard from the extra exertion of holding it all in. It was a miracle she still had the energy to race, let alone to do well, with everything in her body so focused on one goal. As she was hardly in a position to question good fortune, she didn't bother to. Not even the propsect of victory was propelling her at this point. All she cared about, all she wanted, was relief. As they came around the final bend, she saw her path almost illuminated before her, as if it had been ordained by fate. Past the finish line, beyond the press, through the locker rooms... A toilet was waiting for her. Every step closer, however, coincided with an increase in the urgency of her situation. As if it understood that relief was drawing near, her bladder intensified its protests at every step, making her eyes well up at the overwhelming pain that came from keeping it all under control. If she peed even a little before getting somewhere private, it would be documented by the cameras already flashing at the finish line. The idea of such humiliation made holding it just manageable enough for her to keep going, but that didn't stop the pain from making the entire process torture. She could feel her sweat soaked shorts grinding against her pussy more vividly than anything... In a desperation induced daze, she felt none of the usual joy when she crossed the finish line. Instead, there was only more urgency than ever before. She had seconds left, and she knew it. Gasping without slowing her pace, she surged past the waiting reporters with only a quick apology, "S-sorry!" If there was a great cluster of confusion after she passed by, she didn't know, and certainly didn't care. Things were growing more dire with every passing second now, and her eyes were welling up with enough tears that she had to rely on memory to get to the lockers. Heat was intensifying between her legs, enough that she wasn't sure if the sweat and strain was responsible, or if she'd already started to leak. Blinking her eyes more or less clear, she threw a quick prayer to whatever deity might listen as she charged to the doorway. There wasn't even time to adjust her pace. Barreling into the lockers, she dropped both hands to her crotch and whimpered the moment she was free from prying eyes. Shaking and sweating from more than the race, she dared to hope she'd make it as she ran for the stall. All of this couldn't be for nothing. Even if there wasn't an audience, she didn't want to have an accident! Peeing down her legs a room over from a toilet was not an option, especially for a champion! Almost unable to walk as her legs twisted together around the hands she'd buried in her crotch, her hooves clopped loudly against the tile for every step, tapping out a bit of a rhythm as she hopped her weight to each in a kind of on the go potty dance. She was close, so close, but she'd never had to pee so much in her entire life. It was the only thing she was capable of thinking of as she took those final hurried steps into the bathroom, her need growing at every heartbeat that she felt in her bulge. More tears surged to her eyes when she beheld it at last; an open stall, with a single, beautiful toilet gleaming in the harsh light... Relief was so close, she just had to hold it a little longer! Unfortunately, her proximity to relief and the sight of a shining porcelain throne briefly overwhelmed her, and the next spasm of her bladder made a point to let her know. A hot spurt escaped her urethra and dampened her palms, making her lock her legs together with a cry of pain. "No! No, no, no, no!!" she keened as movement became too much, the next step threatening her with total and uncontrollable release. Dear God, why now, when she was so close?! She couldn't pee herself here, but if she moved even an inch she knew it was going to come out. Shaking and clenching her thighs together, she languished for a moment that felt like an eternity. She had to go, right now, but it couldn't be done without a mess... A second squirt made her realize that a leak would be far more easily cleaned than a puddle, and with that, she lunged. Removing her hands from her crotch, she started pulling down her shorts in a mad dash, tiny spurts escaping her all the while. Feeling the wet droplets rolling down her thighs did nothing to stop her as she staggered into the stall, her damp bottoms and panties sliding down until she stumbled free of both and left them behind. Bare from the waist down, she didn't bother to close the door as she spread her legs and collapsed over the toilet. A thin tinkle left a clear mark of her desperation all the way to the opening of the stall. Collapsing against the wall, she splayed her hands on the tile as she took the only position she could with what little time she had, spreading her legs over the bowl and squatting just low enough to have some semblance of aim. She didn't even need to consciously open her floodgates. A loud and euphoric sigh of total bliss passed her lips as she started peeing without restraint, her stream surging like only a racehorse's could into the waiting bowl below. In her standing position there was nothing to muffle the sound, allowing the whole bathroom to fill with the echoes. Her tied tail swished on reflex as the euphoria filled her from head to hoof. Of all the pees she'd ever had, none had ever been this satisfying, or filled her with such raw and primal relief. It was enough to make her moan and squat lower to help it along. "Ahhhh!" she sighed loudly, quivering as she pushed to help it along. There was no arc in the trajectory, only a straight drop from the sheer force and thickness of the stream aided by gravity. Allowing her head to tilt forward and rest on the cool tile, she whispered in blissful contentment to herself. "I made it..." "Not entirely." A voice behind her made her jump, sending her stream briefly to the edge of the bowl and down her thigh before she regained control and got it back on target. Twisting her head around in a panic, she found herself looking at her coach and girlfriend, who stood in the doorway with a pleased smirk. Not at all shy about the predicament, the Clydesdale made no attempt to hide her gaze. Her eyes were all but glued on the still surging stream. "I was wondering where all that extra speed came from." she teased as the much shyer racehorse got her bearings, pale face flushing as the situation dawned on her completely. "F-Fia!" she whined, unable to stop her stream at its current velocity. Helpless to do anything but swipe her tail at the intruder, she shrunk down and tried to finish up quickly. Even if Fianna had seen her pee before, she'd certainly never watched her lose control like this, especially after making such a show of herself. It was all she could do to huff and keep going. "Come on, don't look!" Relenting and moving to the side, her trainer chuckled in the cocky way she did before delivering good news, speaking up to be heard over the still surging stream. "I just thought you might want to know you broke the track's record in person..." "I... I did?" Kita gasped, so surprised her flow briefly fluctuated before she got it back on track. Time had felt like a blur, but surely she hadn't been that fast? Suddenly she could recall not seeing anyone around her, and how they must have all been leagues behind, unable to keep up to her in the throes of desperation. Taking another breath and pushing to finish up her lagging stream, she sighed softly as the full relief began to settle over her alongside the news. Not only had she managed to avoid an accident, she'd run better than ever before! That was certainly worth celebrating! "Yup. Maybe we should start getting you desperate more often." Fia said, only sounding half kidding as she mused on the idea. Too relieved to do anything but huff at the idea, the Champion mare blushed hard as she finished up, her final tinkles pattering into the full bowl as her lover took the opportunity to tease her once again. "You look adorable when you have to go." "Do not!" she replied in a bashful whine, blushing hard as her girlfriend reappeared behind her holding her wet shorts and panties. She'd done more than a number on both, and was more thankful than ever for her spares. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, redressed, with a story together before we head out to greet that crowd, huh?" Fia offered, tossing the soiled bottoms into a laundry bin before going to grab some fresh clothes. Letting out a long breath at the crisis she'd just averted, Kita cleaned herself as best she could, taking a fair amount of toilet paper to wipe the mess from her light fur. It was, at least, a lot less than she had feared she'd be cleaning. Yet, despite that, she found herself not entirely adverse to repeating the incident. Solely for the victory, of course...
  13. Rhea lost control at the final dip in her routine, the full pack of water bottles she'd consumed bursting forth with enough force to spatter against the stage as she gasped in shock and unwitting relief. Pissing without control, her first dance ended in a glorious show stopping accident that had the crowd focused only on her. Too overwhelmed at the ecstasy of letting go to stop, or even prevent her legs from spreading, she only went limp and moaned where she was. Humiliation didn't factor against such raw and primal satisfaction. Had an idea that involved a lovely ungulate lady having a bit of an accident on her first night as a performer... she listened a bit too well to her instructions to hydrate, and never had a chance to go before ending up on stage. I think it'll probably turn out quite well for her.
  14. I've always wanted to draw a lovely dino lady peeing, now my life is complete. Though perhaps my next goal should be working on shading and more dynamic poses... Version with and without feather bush, per your preferences.
  15. I'll be writing a story for this one, a very uptight business canine become so desperate she's forced to squat in the park... There's just something about "proper" ladies having accidents that I enjoy.
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