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  1. Buy Final Fantasy online and get to the character creator...and now I proceed to spend a near infinite amount of time looking up the catgirl races skirt and putting the little people in their underwear.

    1. Dessy

      <//< your camera stayed away from me.. RIGHT?

  2. The Guild Apprentice

    “T-Thank you for showing us up to the fort.” Were the words that trembled from your mouth. Was that even what you wanted to say? “Once we’re finished with the Guildmaster, would we be able to come see you?” Andi’s face lights up with a bright smile. “Absolutely!” She turns back around toward you. “I’ll be in the gunsmiths, in the east wing. Just ask and somebody will point you in its direction.” Andi turns back around and walks off into the residential district. “I'll be heading up as soon as I'm done! I’ll be sure to make some extra tea!” She yells back, delighted, seeing you off with an excited wave. Andi vanishes down a side street. At least something good came from this day, you’d met your first Guildhand. If only you weren’t burdened with such a burning need to pee, you could’ve picked her brain about the fighters guild and Fort Victoria, it would've made settling in a lot easier. When you’re done on your quest to find a toilet, at least you’d be able to talk to her again. But for now, peeing. Pee, pee, pee! That was all that was on your mind. The fort was a short walk now, along the walkway, up a flight of stairs and you’d be there. You steady yourself, take a deep breath, and turn toward the path, though as you do, you come face to face with Muaki, who stares at with a sadistic smirk on her face. “Gee, Shibo, you’re pretty dumb~” Muaki giggles. “I thought you were going to beg her to let you use her toilet.” “There’s no need for that.” You reply bitterly, feeling a wave of desperation that is far worse than the last one. You clench your fist until it subsides. Is that another leak? You feel a fresh damp spot between your legs, you’d leaked again. You couldn’t keep going, you were feeling weak between the legs, your strength was reaching its limit. “Let’s get going.” You begin tugging at Muaki’s shoulder to get her going. “Now.” You start walking, pushing Muaki along. “Hey! What? Stop!” Muaki protests. “I...Can walk on my own…” You hurry along the walkway, leaving Muaki behind as you are almost in a sprint. You couldn’t look even the slightest bit composed. You were far beyond that, you’d take looking like an idiot over an accident every time. Somewhere had to be open, a store...anything...but no, you were taunted by the sights of barred windows and small cards taunting you with the word “closed” The closer you get to that feeling of the inevitable soiling your clothes, the further away the fort feels. A final, and decisive wave strikes you like a kick to the stomach. It's horrible, It’s over, the feeling of defeat runs through you. You knew it, you knew this moment was coming and you still couldn’t be ready. You stop dead in your tracks, crossing your legs and grasping between your thighs with all the might your weak muscles still had. I need to...I can’t hold it anymore… You’re on your last legs, the muscles between your legs growing almost numb, as well as the muscles in your backside, you feel your sphincter twitching as your muscles begin to give out. I have to...in the alleyway...There’s an alleyway up the path. You didn’t have time to think about the consequences, it would have to do. Just a few more seconds. You say nothing to Muaki, giving the little alchemist no time to respond as you dash off toward the narrow opening in the houses, fidgeting at your shorts as you run; the sooner they were undone the better. The alleyway is dark and drab, somewhere not even the burning sun could reach. It was perfect. There was an old cart near the back, perfect for an unsuspecting girl to crouch behind. Nobody could see you, there were only the dark shadows and the windowless walls around you. But it hits you before you’re ready, like a spigot being turned. You begin to feel a rushing warmth between your legs, a small trickle before suddenly, you explode, a shower of pee floods your tights. It’s like somebody is turning the spigot more and more, the pressure growing in intensity. You can’t stop it, no matter how much of your feeble strength you could muster. All you could do was pull down your shorts and squat over the ground, still donned in your tights and panties, which are already getting a thorough soaking. You pull yourself to the ground, squatting over the cold stone, your backside beginning to swim in pee as slowly your stream trickles between your tights. You couldn’t believe it, mixed between the muddled thoughts of overwhelming relief and a soul crushing embarrassment, you realized what was happening...you couldn’t hold it any longer, your bladder, and your muscles unable to stay strong, finally gave out. Your face feels like it's on fire, your cheeks were burning with shame...you were peeing yourself... The sound of water striking stone resonates in the alley, a powerful hissing fills the air. The puddle forming around you creeps out from between your legs, pooling around your left boot. Your weary legs tremble as you squat, forcing you to rest your hands against the wall. “Ha...haaa...ahhh…” You can’t stifle the moans. It’s bliss, pure bliss as you feel the weight of your bladder spilling out into your tights. For the brief time you were entangled in this sweet relief that made a wave of immeasurable pleasure shoot through you, causing you to ignore your flooding panties. It’s almost invigorating, holding your pee to the edge your own limits and finally letting it out. You can’t contain the moans, it felt too good, you throw your hand over your mouth, muting the sounds. You'd really been holding it in, it was like a river, an almighty flood bursting out from between your wet thighs. The wetness was fresh, ever-growing, causing your drenched panties to cling to your skin. Your backside is drenched as your pee pools around your cheeks like a small lake, filling your tights as the stream pours out from the fabric. The hissing dies down, the last of your water trickles out from your tights. Shamefully squatting, soaked by the warm unpleasant feeling of your water as the last of it trickles from your tights. It’s over, finally. “Haa…” The relief overwhelms your silence as a final relieving moan slips lewdly from your lips. It’s then the harsh reality of what you’ve just done hits you like a greathammer: You’d wet yourself in public, a guildhand who’d soiled her panties like a child. How would you face anybody now, knowing what you’d just done in this dingy alley? It would linger over you like a bad dream. You wanted to curl in a ball and hide from the world. Everything felt much darker now, like the whole world had just witnessed your incident; every bounty or contract you’d receive, every person in need you’d meet, you would harbour the dark secret that the kind and composed Guildhand before them, had once as a grown girl, pissed herself. There was something worse than the embarrasment, something you didn’t want to admit but you couldn’t help it. It was the shame, not because of the incident, but because of how it made you feel; There was an inescapable feeling of pleasure, a small part of you died as you admit to yourself that you enjoyed it, to finally relieve yourself after holding it in for so long felt like a godsend; the pain and discomfort washed away between your legs as you felt the bulge of your bladder shrink. No soul could ever know it, the pleasure you felt, it made your maidenhood tingle in the most shameful way possible. But one girl knew, and your heart skips a beat as you hear her voice speaking softly by your side. Of all the girls you could’ve met, it had to be the loud, cheery Muaki. “It’s okay~” You smell a pleasant aroma of cherry as something warm is draped over your shoulders. It’s Muaki’s robe, the little alchemist leans in wraps the robe around you. “It happens to the best of us~” She’s considerate, done away with her teasing tones, like a little sister comforting her sibling. You don’t reply. You can’t reply, your cheeks grow redder, your tongue freezes as you struggle to respond. You can’t lift your head, it’s like your gaze is anchored down by shame and embarrassment. You didn’t want to face the world, let alone stare into the eyes of a girl who just witnessed your most shameful moment. embarrassment grasps your tongue and locks it down. She knows...I only met her an hour ago and she’s already seen me wet myself... Your lips quiver, fearing any word will cause you to sob. The best you can do is stop yourself from crying. Your emotions settle as Muaki’s kind gesture lifts your spirits a little. But she doesn’t tease you, or mock you, or even acknowledge what has happened. Instead, a comforting hand rustles your hair. You smile, refusing to admit that made you feel better. “Let me get you a towel. I’m sure I have one among my things.” “F-Fine…” You finally speak, trembling as you feel a tear run down your cheek. Muaki runs off to her barrel, and returns shortly with a towel. “This should help...you know~” and a small bottle of red liquid with a crudely written label reading “berry extract”. “Just spray a drop of this on your leg too~” “I’m s-supposed to just u-undress and dry myself?” “It’ll be fine.” Muaki scoffs. “You’ve got my robe on. Just pull off your knickers and tights and give yourself a quick once-over~” She points back to the street, smiling coyly. “I’ll keep watch for you!” Do I even have a choice? You couldn’t walk around in soiled leggings. Not only would it be uncomfortable, but the sound and smell would haunt you with every step you’d take. At least you had saved your shorts. Your defeated sigh is good enough for Muaki. She raises her hand like a salute. “I won’t let anybody see you!” “Thank you, Mui.” You were overwhelmed by the girls generosity and eagerness to help you in such a situation. She was as good a friend as you could have right now. “It’s what friends are for~” Down your shorts go, off over your boots and up over your shoulder. They were spared the dousing, thankfully. I can’t believe I’m doing this… The thought is grim as your boots go off next, exposing your feet to the cold stone pathway. Finally, and this was the worst part, you had to take off your tights and panties. I’m going to be indecent...half-naked in an alleyway. Thank the heavens there were no windows in this small alley. You shudder as you’re forced to touch your soiled panties, the wet warmth touching the palms of your hands causes your skin to crawl. They were soaked thoroughly through, and you didn’t want to get started on the smell. “What the heck am I meant to do with these?” You whisper to yourself; you couldn't Shove them into your backpack to stink it up and soil the rest of your possessions, nor could you just dump them in the alleyway and act like they were never yours, so what the heck were you meant to do with them? Down they go, onto the ground with a soggy splat. You’d already watered the ground enough, a soggy pair of clothes wasn’t going to do much worse. You needed to hurry and get cleaned up, and then you could deal with your soiled belongings. You’re stood naked from the waist down in an alleyway, your maidenhood exposed to the warm summer air; it feels quite nice, the warmth of the sun on your bare skin, but you wouldn’t admit it. All you have to cover the immodest sight of your backside is Muaki’s long coat, which feels quite long even on you. From behind it would look like you were just being inconspicuous, a girl standing around in a dank alleyway, which when you thought about it clearly didn’t arouse suspicion at all. Muaki stands on watch, humming to herself. She was only a few feet away from you, a few feet away from where you’d peed, and worse of all, a few feet away from you being naked. At least she was not teasing you, seeing you in such a shameful state seemed to have kicked Muaki into a more forgiving mood. Once the dirty task of peeling off your wet tights and panties was done, all that was left was for you to wipe off your damp thighs. “Hey, Shibo?” You almost drop the towel. “W-Wha? Is somebody coming?” This was a horrible idea, the worst idea. You were going to be caught, half-naked in an alleyway. Your heart almost beats out your chest, and suddenly you feel the urge to be sick welling in your throat. “No, no, no...You’re fine!” She calls back with a troubled voice. “I was wondering, do you need to borrow a pair of knickers?~” You almost drop the towel again. “N-No, thank you.” It was a kind offer, but you’d never wear another girls panties...unless you really, really needed to. Thankfully, you still had a spare pair, cleaned that very morning. Washing in an alleyway with a musty towel and a small bottle of...berry extract, you hated everything about this. Thankfully, the extract is strong, overwhelming your senses with that familiar aroma of berries. It must've been what Muaki used for her drinks, the aroma was similar and just as overwhelming, it'd cover the smell of pee nicely. You pour the bottle on your legs and begin rubbing with the towel, washing off the wet streaks drying between your legs, as well as your personal area and backside. It's as if the smell of pee vanishes by magic. All you can smell is cherry, conjuring the pleasant memories from an hour ago, before you had soiled yourself and the burden of your bladder felt only trivial. You're all done and dusted, finally. Pulling up your clean panties, you quickly get your shorts and boots back up. You still felt a touch uncomfortable between your legs, your thighs feeling slightly sticky, but it is better than being soaked. It’s refreshing, a clean pair of panties, they’re warm, most likely from the summer weather. It felt like an eternity had passed, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. You drag yourself out of the alley, wrapping the robe around yourself. It was soft, and surprisingly comfortable even in the heat. “You can keep the robe on~” Muaki’s smile gleams in the sun. “Then you’ll smell like fruit and berries instead of pee and misery~” You feel the red run to your cheeks, burning beneath your eyes. Was she insinuating something? Was the smell so noticable it had to be concealed? It couldn’t be, all you could smell was the strong scent of cherries. That extract was strong. “Let me get you something for your clothes~” Without her robe, you see for yourself that Muaki’s clothes are definitely too small for her. Once again, the little alchemists butt can be seen dangling out of her trousers as she squats down and sticks her head into the barrel, the crack of her backside wiggling like a puppies tail as she roots around. You hadn’t noticed earlier that she wore black panties, not that you’re paying attention. She pulls out a small burlap sack. “D-Do you carry the whole world in that thing?” Your incident hasn’t dulled your humour. “Well...it doubles as a backpack~” Muaki pats the top of the barrel like it were a pet. “Towels for bathing, sacks for carrying things, paper for when I have to go~” There’s that juvenile giggle that helps denote exactly what the little alchemist means. “You can just put your clothes in here~ It’ll be better than carrying them around.” You grab the sack and stuff your soiled tights and panties deep into it and tie it shut, hoping nothing will leak through. Muaki attempts to grab the sack, but out of reflex you pull it away. “Hey! I was gonna put it in the barrel! Better than carrying it around, right?” She had a point. I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this… With a shaky, unsure hand you pass Muaki the sack. You struggle to unhand it at first, like some part of you refuses to let another person handle your soiled clothes. The only other person you wanted handling your panties was a cleaner. “Thank you~” There is a loud clinking as she carelessly chucks the sack into the barrel. “Should we get going?” You puff out your cheeks and nod. The sooner you were away from the scene, the better you’d feel. You pray nobody will walk down that alley and see the puddle you had made. If there really was a deity watching over you, they’d bring about a storm and wash the evidence away. If only there was. Now you can walk without the agonizing issue of a full bladder, you can enjoy the heat of the day at last. Though now you have to deal with the awkward company of Muaki, the girl who witnessed everything. It’s a silent walk as you drag your feet through the residential district with the little alchemist with you. The bottle of berry extract Muaki had kindly loaned you felt soft on your legs, but you fear you didn't dry it off properly as you feel your thighs rubbing together roughly every few steps. You don’t feel much for talking, you can’t even look her in the eye, knowing what she’s just witnessed. Thankfully, as if she can sense the uneasiness in you, Muaki doesn’t feel like talking either. It’s a shame you couldn’t fill that time with conversation and just bury that whole mishap deep in the dirt where it belonged. Everything was fine a moment ago, but once you started walking, you had some time to think. Another girl had seen you, another girl watched as you miserably fell to the ground and wet yourself, powerless to avert it. Your heart is racing still, unable to steady itself as you walk alongside Muaki. Nobody had ever seen you wet yourself. When you were a young girl, nobody ever noticed when you wet the bed. You were too quick for them, washing the evidence before you could be caught. Would it have been better if you could’ve got your tights down in time? Would you have found it as embarrassing if Muaki had just seen you squatting and peeing with your tights and shorts draped around your boots, a golden stream showering the stone between your feet? “I know what might cheer you up, Shibo~” Muaki finally speaks, filling the dead with a friendly voice. “One of my old teachers used to tell me when a dog really likes something, they pee on it so the world knows it’s there’s!” You don’t like where this is going, but you listen. Hopefully there’s a point here. “Take this whole thing as a sign~” As if by magic, your tongue is unfrozen, thawed by the Muaki’s gibberish. “A sign…?” You speak so quietly it’s as if it’s a squeak. “A sign for what?” “That we’re going to like it here~” Muaki tilts her head to give a cheery smile. It's oddly comforting, but before you can reply, you are caught off-guard by the sound of music from nearby. It’s a violin, the notes echo through the district, calling out to you like the sonorous calls of a siren. You follow the sound through the streets, along the pathway, and finally arrive at a large beautiful building just before the bridge to the fort, it reminds you of the old hovels you used to see back home, a sizable building of majestic architecture. "The Lakeview Tavern." Muaki reads the name from the old wooden sign, tracing the words with her fingers. "It reeks of booze!" She grasps her nose, repulsed by the strong scent. It’s a tavern...an open tavern...on a day where most places were shut…You’re not sure whether to cry or to be joyous. If you could’ve held your water for just another minute, you could’ve used their toilet. You would’ve been spared the embarrassment of making your water in an alley. Still, you needed to be positive, and a tavern meant one thing; A bath. You’d be able to have a proper wash before heading up to the fort. Now that you were relieved, you felt like you had all the time in the world. What do you wish to do? >Head to the tavern. You’d welcome a proper bath. >You’re fine for the moment. Head up to the fort.
  3. The terrible crossover fanfiction idea generator

    Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining The Matrix and House, M.D. The story should use body switching as a plot device! In the words of Jontron: "I can make this work."
  4. Videogames thread

    I started playing Hollow Knight, and so far I'm really enjoying it. I'll admit the backtracking can get a bit tedious, but I'm not going to slam the game for it.
  5. The Guild Apprentice

    “That is not necessary, thank you.” You try to at least sound appreciative of Andi’s offer, but through gritted teeth it almost sounds like you are repulsed. No matter how kind Andi seemed, using a strangers toilet felt wrong to you. You wouldn’t invite a king to sit on another’s throne. Was the old Orientian adage. That rang true for thrones of all kind. "I can wait until Fort Victoria." You say so confidently, knowing that is growing less true with each passing second. Andi shrugs her shoulders politely. “At the very least let me walk you up to the fort." She offers with a smile. "It can be easy to get lost in the streets." "Gladly! Lead the way~” Muaki yells. She picks up her barrel and hoists the thing off the ground. “Ooh...this feels so much better to carry now.” She turns her head. “I’m sorry I yelled at you~ I needed a bottle and you were being stubborn.” You try to be composed, standing with your hands down in front of you, subtly trying to hold yourself. That was the second time you refused. You feel the punishment as you’re sure you let some escape, a small warm spurt that soaks into the front of your panties. You inhale sharply, knowing you couldn’t let Andi or Muaki know the horrible truth. It was getting bad, and still you were gambling with your panties. You take a deep breath, you were beginning to feel awfully weak, your legs were almost trembling under the pressure. “This way.” Andi leads you off down the street. You notice the girl has a large backpack on, something you hadn’t noticed earlier. You could only guess she was always prepared, as any guildhand must be, taking her supplies anywhere she goes. You notice Andi walks quite diligently, slowly, but with strange strides, like she is only moving with such a pace to accommodate a companion who cannot keep up, like a mother walking with her child. As you begin walking, you feel a small hand pat your back. “There, there.” It’s Muaki, comforting you with friendly smile. “What? Why are you glaring? I’m being supportive~” With her free hand, Muaki gives you a supportive thumbs up. “You can hold in your pee, Shibo.” You grumble, and without a proper response to her, ignore Muaki. If only words of support did anything; what you wouldn’t give for those words to be a secret enchantment that just froze your bladder and relieved you of the pain. If only Muaki was smart enough to know such a stupid enchantment. If only such a stupid enchantment existed. You start walking, feeling the discomfort with each step you take. “You don’t have to be all coy, you know~” Footsteps tap behind you, moving in until they’re right by your side, matching your own hurried pace. “There’s no shame in admitting you gotta pee~” You continue to ignore her. Following Andi, the mousy-haired girl takes you through the narrow streets, along a path, and up a small flight of stairs, into the upper reaches of the town. Muaki walks alongside you with the familiar hisses of the barrel on her back. You felt like you’d known those sounds grinding in your ears for a lifetime. The walk feels longer than you’d expected. Maybe it was the slow pace you moved at. Maybe it was your struggle to take your mind off having to pee. Everywhere looked tempting to you, alleyways, small spaces in the shadows, and even a small plant pot standing outside of a shopfront. Nothing felt off limits as you had to keep pulling yourself from your thoughts. You were in that morbid mindset of pure desperation, like an instinct where you didn't think about the repercussions, you only thought about peeing. Anywhere. It was agony, like torture, like you could burst at any moment. It's a miracle you had lasted this long, because you feel like a single tremor or misstep will end with dire consequences. But you couldn’t. And you wouldn’t. You’d hold out, like you have so far. I should've just peed in the alley...and in the bushes...I shouldn't have had that damned second cup. At least you got off lightly, if you'd been as greedy as Muaki, you could only fear what your situation might be. “I must admit it is exciting when we get new guildhands.” Andi soft-spoken voice breaks the silence. “Would you mind telling me a little about yourselves?” Muaki seems to relish the chance to talk about herself. She’s as excited as Andi about meeting somebody new, like a puppy meeting a stranger on the street. “I’m from Waverton!” She announces with a joyous outburst. “I’m...I was...an apprentice with the alchemist guild.” Muaki is more calmer with her second sentence. "I have an old teacher who was on good grounds with one of the scholars at the fort, so he passed me on!" “Ah! You must be the alchemist Damari mentioned.” Andi claps her hands together. “He mentioned we were getting somebody from the Alchemist’s guild. How about you, Shibo?" “She won’t say anything! She thinks she’s being mysterious~” For the first time, Muaki’s joyous demeanour dies down. “She wouldn’t tell me anything on the way here…” “It’s personal.” You say bitterly, almost gritting your teeth. “See?” Andi giggles, diligently lifting a hand to her mouth as she does. “I understand. Mother is very much the same when people pry. I apologize." "Forgive me, I'm having a bad day, that is all." Walking with a warm wet patch against your maidenhood and a burning urge to pee, a bad day was an understatement. "I come from Orientia, I've been down in the southern settlements for a few months, doing a trial with the fighters guild." Before you were accepted as a guild apprentice, you had to prove yourself with a trial. That was where you had been over the spring, honing you abilities with menial tasks in the southern towns. It had paid off in the end though, as you finally held your acceptance letter...between your legs as you didn't think to pocket the thing as you grasped yourself. The little alchemist rustles her hair and tugs at the sleeves of her robes. "What about you, Andi, where are you from?" It's silent for a moment or two as Andi gathers her thoughts and words. "I...I'm from the far east." She stutters like she is uncertain. "A...small settlement just on the borders of the old mountains." She sounds oddly unsure, but you don't give it much attention. “Why don’t you tell us about yourself?” Muaki adds. "I'd like to hear about a guildhand!" You turn a corner into another small plaza, you can feel the heat of the sun on your brow. It was refreshing after the shadowy narrow streets. “Gladly.” Andi lifts her shoulders gleefully. “Myself and mother came to Guilden a few years ago, back when the Fighter’s Guild was still managed by it’s old master. Mother works as a gunsmith, and I work as her apprentice. We're guildhands, but we don't take contracts or do anything beyond the town." “The old master?” You had heard a story or two a while back about the head of guild dying, but you never believed idle gossip. “Hmm…” Andi nods her head. “Guildmaster Gregori. He was...killed...during a siege a few months ago.” She sighs, and suddenly the air around Andi feels miserable. “He was kind to mother and myself. The new master is kind, but he spends much of his time to himself. He likes to leave the guild to run itself, and to only intervene when he's needed.” “That would be Guildmaster Damari, right?” You knew the current Guildmaster from the fighter’s guild down in the south, only by name though. He would be the one you'd be reporting to once you arrived. You could not say for certain. “It is incorrect to call him the Guildmaster, he offered to take the reins of Fort Victoria while a suitable Guildmaster could be found. He was on good terms with Gregori, so he took it upon himself to keep watch over the fort.” Suddenly, Andi falls silent. It's clear she doesn't want to talk about it anymore. It goes quiet again. All you can hear are you steps tapping against the pathway. The conversation concludes on an awkward note. You can only hope you haven't made her feel uncomfortable. Muaki, with a curious twitch of her brow, runs ahead and walks alongside Andi. You smile, you could hold yourself for a little bit now. You could grope yourself, fondle yourself, anything to take the pressure off. “So is your mother like one of those gunslingers I hear so much about!?” The little alchemist asks, determined to lift the girls spirits. "I'd love to hear about her!?" Andi chuckles, it sounds like there is a smile on her face again. “No, she is just really handy with weapons. Most smiths don’t have much knowledge with pistols or rifles. Thankfully, mother has been around them since she was a child so she’s quite knowledgeable about them. She spends most of her time tinkering with them, or making them. She has quite the imagination, if it's made of metal, mother can make something from it." Andi leads you around another corner and down a little shopping district. “Just up these stairs, and then you’ll be on the road to the fort.” Andi gestures to a large stone staircase. “Just a little longer, Shibo~” Muaki pats your back again. You can’t tell if the smile on her face is mocking you or encouraging you. “You can hold it, right?” “Yes…” You grit your teeth. Your desperation was making you feel irritable. But gods, could you hold it? You could feel your muscles struggling to keep up with you. You didn't even care if Muaki saw you with both hands pushed against your legs, crushing your blouse against your shorts. You were being as subtle as dynamite in a city, but you didn't care. You weren't about to give in. "Are you okay, Shibo?" Now Andi is asking, but the girl does not seem to understand just how badly your need to pee was grating on you. "You look a little feverish." "It's just the heat." You reply instantly, hoping that would be enough to satisfy Andi. Thankfully, the girl says nothing more, and begins climbing the stairs. Just up the stairs, and a short walk, and it would be done. You had said that a lot, but you needed to believe it was just a short walk. That was keeping your morale high, allowing you to keep your strength. As well of the overwhelming fear you'd face if you soiled your tights in the presence of two girls you had just recently met. The walk is taxing on your legs, but you have no problems climbing the stairs. Once you are up, you are greeted by the grand sight of the surrounding land. The view atop the stairs is almost staggering. Once again, you can see the surrounding mountains and forests with the clear summer sky above. They look smaller from the island on the lake. The walkway leads into a residential estate, full of small stone houses, some grander than others, but all of simple design. There is a small grassy park down the west path, where a few children are seen playing. But the most staggering sight is looming over you like a guardian. Fort Victoria. The walls guarding the fortress are larger than you had thought, as is the fort itself. It’s fitting, up close you feel safe in the shadow of the fortress. It gives off the illusion of a grand castle, keeping watch over its kingdom. That was going to be your home...later anyway. It was hard to think of the large looming fort as anything but a large privy at this point. “Just follow the walkway around the houses and you should see the path up to Fort Victoria.” Andi points north, toward the path twisting and turning around the houses. “I must be on my way. Mother can get cranky if she does not have her afternoon tea.” She lifts her shoulders and gives you a departing smile. “Once you are both settled in, please do come visit us in the smithing quarters. I will prepare some tea for us.” The thought of ingesting liquids was the last thing on your mind. You almost leaked just thinking of tea. “G-Gladly.” You feel yourself break, your eyes widen in terror as another spurt escapes into your panties. Gods, this was it, you were at the critical point. The one small leak that crept out was the sign that you wouldn’t make it anywhere. You wouldn’t make it to Fort Victoria, you wouldn’t make it to a public privy, you wouldn’t even make it out this street. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. Your legs were trembling, you felt flustered, and worst of all, you felt the welling between your legs, like you'd burst if you held it any longer. The world seems to go silent, and in a desperate haze, the word comes from your mouth. “Andi!?” You call to the girl as she walks into the residential district. Why? Why did I call for her? It was like your body had just acted on its own. Andi looks back toward you, her shopping nestled under her arm. “Ha! Was there something else, Shibo?” You didn’t mean to yell it, it was like a reflex, you had no control over it. You stand silently, all eyes on you as you feel your heart racing. You have to say something. Anything. What do you want to say? > “If you don’t mind, is it still okay to use your toilet?” > “Thank you for showing us up to the Fort.” > Say nothing. > Other
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  10. The Guild Apprentice

    “I can’t.” You shake off the thoughts and rip your gaze away from the narrow alleyway. “I won’t.” You yell at yourself. With those stern words to yourself, that was the end of it; the thinking of it anyway. Your lips begin to quiver, and not just the ones you speak from. Your bladder was making itself clear, you couldn’t escape the desperate clutch it held over you. “I will wait.” “Shibo? Did you say something?” You had been so engrossed in thought you hadn’t even noticed Muaki had finally broke into her own barrel. The little alchemist stands cross-legged with a large, long necked bottle in her hand. You shake your head. “Please be quick, will you?” The streets were barren without a soul in sight, but that could change. If anybody wandered up here and saw you standing here, you’d die of embarrassment quicker than you could explain. “And please go as far back as you can.” That was for your own sake in more ways than one. “Aye, aye!” With a bottle in hand, Muaki doesn’t stick around, running up the alley with unholy speed, finding a good spot behind a few crates at the back. All you can do now is hold yourself and wait. You hop up and sit yourself down on the barrel and sit, and sit, and sit. There’s nothing to do, nothing to pull you away from the welling feeling between your legs. Your eyes wander of their own will, and they turn your attention up the alleyway once again. You grit your teeth and shake your head. I said I wouldn’t! I’m not doing it! The defiance didn’t sit well with your bladder. You felt hot, a bead of sweat drips down your forehead and at this point, you’re not sure if it’s the heat or the desperation at this point. Your clenched muscles, quivering as they struggle, begin to feel weak. You hold it with all your might, and do what you can to take your mind off the thoughts of peeing. You just needed a distraction, that was all. But even clearing your mind becomes difficult as noises resonate from the alleyway. You were ever-so-slightly in earshot of the little alchemist relieving herself. You can faintly hear the tinkling of fluids splashing, pattering against the glass and splashing into the filling bottle. “Hoooo~” You hear Muaki sigh with relief. "Ahhh~" Those sounds...She had been really holding it in. The sounds are tantalizing on your ears, a symphony of splashes and sighs grind on you. It tempts you, forcing your bladder to wince as it endures the noise. For a moment you feel like you couldn't hold out, the urge grows overwhelming, but you hold it off as you clamp your legs shut. That could’ve been you. You could only imagine would be what your bladder would say. No! I won’t sully my self-respect by making my water on a wall like some kind of animal. I can hold it. To draw the thoughts away from the sounds coming from the alley, you rummage around in your satchel and pull out your acceptance letter. That would steady your nerves as a wave of desperation strikes you like the tide in a raging storm. “I’m to be a guildhand.” You remind yourself. “I have to show some control, some resolve in the worst situations.” As minor as the issue may have been to something like monster hunting or bounties, this was still the worst of a situation and you’d treat it as such. “Oh goddammit! Nope...wait...I’m fine.” Muaki doesn’t let up. "Haaa...t-thought I'd have a problem..." It’s as if she’s taunting you, letting you know what sweet relief you are missing out on. “Hehe…” The little alchemist chuckles. “I guess you were wrong, Ederlin. Girls can tinkle in a bottle too.” She mutters to herself with a mocking impersonation. “Girl’s can’t do it like lads. They ain’t got the proper tackle for it.” She continues chuckling. "Gee...That's a lot..." It sounds like she’s having the time of her life. You had never imagined somebody could sound so joyous or be so talkative while taking a pee, especially while trying to be discreet. Part of you wished you could do it too, but you had already refused, you had made it law that you would hold out. And hold out you would, no matter how much it hurt, or burned, or toyed with your mind. Shibo Kenshiko, soon to be guildhand of the Eserith fighter’s guild, would not sully herself by making water in a dingy alley...no matter how much she wanted to. You stare at the parchment. There may be no writing, oddly, but there is the sigil, the one you'd soon represent. You stare, drowning out everything around you. “E-Excuse me?” A soft, gentle voice grabs your attention. You look up from your note, meeting an exceptionally tall girl a few feet from you, clutching a few bags in her arm. The girl is dressed in a simple dress, with long mousy-brown hair tied up behind her head, showing her thin cheeks and small ears. You freeze, halting your trembling legs to conceal their shakes from this girl. You couldn’t let somebody see you in such a sorry state. You weren’t sure how you must’ve looked to the girl, but if it was anything like how you felt inside, you must’ve looked like quite the scared girl. “I a-apologize!” The girl stammers as she sees the shock in your face. “I didn't mean to startle you!” She speaks frantically and with a sincere tone of apology. “I n-noticed the guild sigil on that parchment.” Before you can reply, you hear footsteps behind you. “I feel so much better~” It’s Muaki, emerging from the alleyway with a great smile on her face, clutching a bottle of...yellow fluids in her hand. “I had nothing to wipe with! But I’ll be fine~” The little alchemist stops dead in her tracks when she sees the tall girl. “Ah! There’s somebody else here!” “A keen observation.” You say with mockery before turning to the mousy-haired girl. The mousy-haired girl doesn’t say a word to Muaki, instead raising her hand to her lips. “W-Were you...relieving yourself in that alleyway?” She points toward the alley where Muaki had emerged from. “I w-wah...n-no! I...rat...BIG rat…got into my supplies! I was chasing him!” The little alchemist trips over her words, her cheeks grow redder with each syllable. The girl, looking awfully confused as the little alchemist sputters and stumbles with no cohesion, just nods in agreement. “I apologize for insinuating. It’s just I saw...that,” She raises a finger to the bottle in Muaki’s hand, filled to the brim with a pale yellow liquid. “It’s rat poison.” Muaki replies calmly, and rather convincely. She’d have told a good bluff if she hadn’t stammered so mercilessly. “And since I have no use for it...since the big rat got away, let me just go ahead and put it back with my things.” “With your ingredients?” You ask with a tone of mild disgust. Muaki begins to chuckle nervously. “O-Of course I am. It’s harmless, right?” The bottles in the barrel clink and clack as Muaki reaches in. “There we go~” You shake your head. I hope you don’t normally keep such vile things in with your ingredients. The barrel door slams shut and Muaki hops up, adjusting her robes and shirt as she makes her way over to the girl. “A pleasure to meet you! I’m Muaki!” The little alchemist offers her hand to the girl, and before the girl can react, immediately retracts it. “Sorry! Erm...I...grabbed...at the rat with this hand.” She lifts her hand up to her hair and gives the girl a salute instead. You sigh. “My name is Shibo Kenshiko. P-Please just address me as Shibo.” You extend your greeting with a feeble smile. The girl returns your smile with an even warmer welcome. “A pleasure to meet you both. My name is Andi.” She accompanies her words with a polite bow. The girl is friendly, and she seems joyous to have met new people. “I noticed you had a guild acceptance letter. I’m a member of Fort Victoria, myself. Myself and my mother.” “Your mother?” Muaki tilts her head, as do you. A mother and daughter working together to serve a guild felt awfully...odd. You couldn’t put a finger on as to why, but just to imagine a mother and daughter serving a guild...it felt so off to you. A swift kick from your bladder reminds you there are more pressing matters on your mind than the oddity of a mother daughter guild team. Andi was the first girl you had met walking through the dank streets. You had the opportunity to inquire about somewhere private to relieve yourself. Your first meeting with a fellow guildhand, and all you could think to ask was about the toilet. Before Andi can answer Muaki’s question, you cough, drawing the girls attention to you. Both sets of eyes gaze in your direction. “I-If you don’t mind my asking, I’ve had a long journey, is there somewhere around where I may be able to freshen up?” There’s an awkward air of silence for a moment. “She’s saying she has to take a leak, except all fancy-like.” Muaki giggles impishly. The mousy-haired girl giggles with Muaki, much to your own embarrassment. “I’m afraid most stores are closed during the summer market. The closest place now would be the fort itself.” Andi looks around like she is considering something. “My house is nearby. You are welcome to use our facilities if you wish.” You feel a small light flicker inside you. A toilet. But a strangers toilet, in a strangers house. You had only just met Andi. Maybe it was your upbringing, but the thought that your first proper introduction with Andi would be raiding her house to use her toilet made you feel uneasy. You were to make a good first impression with people, show them that you were a calm and composed lady...being accepted into a strangers house to use their toilet because you couldn't hold your water felt nothing like that. It made you feel like a child...people would always offer these kind of things to a child... You were keen of thinking things, even small trivial things, through. It was a gift, and as with this situation, a curse. Just like that, the small flicker inside you died. Using a strangers toilet didn't feel right to you, it made you feel uneasy as your mind wandered. Looking up you could see the fort was only a short distance, you could make it if you tried. What do wish to do? >Accept the girls offer to use her toilet. It was as good as you were getting, save for the alley. >Decline the offer for the toilet. No matter how desperate, you couldn't use a strangers toilet.