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  1. I'm going to start taking fanfiction commissions, much like The Comedian does! Here is a link to a masterpost of what I will and won't do, if anyone is interested! https://birdschach.tumblr.com/post/160784554003/my-commission-masterpost
  2. Author's Note: This features characters from Ryogo Narita's series Vamp! As of yet, it's only available officially in Japanese Light Novels, but if anyone wants fan translations, hit me up! Also I just noticed I posted this in the wrong location, and have already reported it, sorry! "You think I would just welcome you back here with open arms?" Caldimir the Blue Flow of Blood asks, his temper flaring at his fickle ally. "Of course not, Caldimir. But I did bring a gift," Laetitia says, placing an ornate bottle onto the table of the Organization Chairman's room. She leans back, resting her hands beside the bottle. Caldimir looks her up and down, taking her in appraisingly, though the vampire wears her usual military uniform. "It's a vintage from my personal collection, and aged to absolute perfection." "Well, I'm happy to see you're coming around," Caldimir says, "If I could get a proper apology out of you, maybe I'd let your behavior slide completely!" "That's not happening. After all, I wasn't the one who staked you to that wall, I only left you there," Laetitia says. "At worst, I'm an accomplice! You should really take up your complaints with Garde..." "Oh, well, perhaps...perhaps I was a bit hasty. I accept your gift, in the stead of an apology," Caldimir says, fetching a wineglass from his bar. He makes to grab two, but Laetitia shakes her head. "Now, Caldimir, what kind of gift would it be if I drank it up as well? No, it's all for you!" Laetitia says, smiling. On anyone else, the smile would be pleasant, perhaps even alluring. And for a moment, Caldimir cannot ignore the charm of the woman. But he remembers the manic look in her eyes imagining the chaos that would befall Growerth, the way she left him staked to a wall, and the smile suddenly seems different. Twisted, baleful. But, regardless, what harm could a few drinks cause? After years of building a tolerance, and his own vampiric strengths, he could likely down the whole bottle with no ill effects. The blue haired man takes a seat. After pouring a glass, he takes his first sip, and hums appreciatively. "An excellent wine, Laetitia. A little sweet for my preference, but excellent nonetheless," Caldimir says, before downing the glass. "Are you surprised? You know my fondness for sweets, and I told you this is from my personal collection," Laetitia says, "Though I am glad you enjoy it. Let it serve as a toast to our future friendship." "A friendship I hope is more fruitful than our last! Don't think I'll forget your involvement in that debacle so easily, Laetitia!" Caldimir says, already pouring another glass. "After all, had you not sold me out to that blasted pool of blood, my plan would have surely succeeded!" "Perhaps. But perhaps not. Regardless, I wanted to make it up to you, Caldimir. To give you a gift in good faith, and leave that all as water under the bridge. So, please, drink up and enjoy!" Laetitia says. ~X~ And Caldimir does. The blue-haired Vampire is exceptional at one-on-one combat, and feels safe enough to indulge himself. By the time he is pouring the final glass, emptying the bottle, he feels just a little buzzed, and completely at ease. "You know, Laetitia, you ought to be like this more often. I've actually enjoyed this time together, and I believe we could be excellent allies if only we could trust each other," Caldimir said, drinking the last glass slowly. He wants to savor the last dregs of the exquisite wine, then he will excuse himself. It is rare that Caldimir indulges himself by drinking, as he knows what inevitably comes next. What seems to come next much too quickly for him. Already he could feel a slight pressure building, signaling him to take his leave when possible. But just as he opens his mouth, Laetitia is upon him. With his focus wavering, he hardly notices her movements. Caldimir struggles to focus, but the alcohol in his blood has muddled his reflexes. That, coupled with Laetitia's attack coming without warning, make it difficult for Caldimir to put up even a token resistance. In one short moment, Laetitia binds him to his chair, leaving Caldimir unable to move. "What is the meaning of this, Laetitia!?" Caldimir roars. "Well, you caused so much suffering on that island, Caldimir," Laetitia says, sauntering to the thick door of Caldimir's office, shutting it, and sliding its locks home. "And I didn't get to see even one tiny bit! So, I thought that in recompense, I could watch you suffer." "Suffer? How? What kind of twisted stuff are you going to do to me in here!?" Caldimir asks. "Is this where you reveal you really loved seeing me staked to the wall? So injured, so pathetic?" "Injured? No. And though I always think you're at least a tiny bit pathetic, that wasn't it either. Though it did bring up a tiny little fantasy...one which I hope to realize today," Laetitia explains. "Remember the earlier Organization meetings? When you still drank before and during the proceedings?" "Um, well, sure I do, but that was before I was chairman..." Caldimir says, a cold sweat breaking out. She couldn't have noticed that, right? She couldn't remember, it had been so long ago. Of course, he hadn't forgotten. It was a strange weakness for a vampire, to be sure, but Caldimir's body processed liquids he drank at an alarming rate. Without as much of a physical need to drink, it was okay, but it was a difficult habit to break, and when offered something like a gift he is honor-bound to drink...well, how can he refuse? "And eventually you stopped. Tell me, was that because having to excuse yourself so frequently got old quickly?" Laetitia says, cutting right to the core of his fears. "More than once, jokes along the line of 'Blood isn't the only thing that flows around him...' were made. I do believe most of us forgot after you stopped, but...well, let's just say that seeing you staked to the wall rekindled a certain curiosity." "W-what? You can't mean..." Caldimir starts, stunned. But it isn't long before he has an epiphany. Someone with borderline sadistic tendencies like Laetitia...would it really be a stretch? "Oh. Oh! You have some sort of...kink for this, don't you? A fetish? Ha! Wait until the others hear about that!" Laetitia leans down, her eyes level with his. "You really think this is going to be something you want to tell the other members? Of course, it would be embarrassing for me. But what of when they hear how you begged? How you pleaded with me? And of course, I'll never do this for you again if you go and blab to the other officers." "Why would I ever want you to do this again?" Caldimir asks, the pressure he felt earlier worsening at an alarming rate. "Oh, right now I'm sure you don't. But give it a while. I think I can make you warm up to the idea," Laetitia says, and Caldimir finds that he truly despises the grin on her face. "I'll be doing no such thing!" the blue-haired vampire claims, as he steels his resolve, deciding that he won't give Laetitia the satisfaction. He is stronger than this, Chairman of the damn Organization! He won't be brought down by his own weak bladder. Especially not with Laetitia so smug, so goddamn confident! But even as he reaches this conclusion, he wishes desperately that he could move just a little bit. To cross his legs, to place a hand between his legs...anything to relieve the pressure he can practically feel growing with each passing second. "We'll just have to wait and see, hm?" she says, stepping back from Caldimir, and leaning comfortably as she watches him. The two fall into silence. It seems that their encounter has become a waiting game. A game that is stacked against Caldimir from the start. And sure enough, it only takes a couple of moments for Caldimir to begin to squirm. He knows he shouldn't, knows it will only please Laetitia, but it offers him some slight relief. Relief he wants, relief he needs so damn badly. At the sight, Laetitia chuckles. "Very pathetic, Caldimir. So very pathetic...but so very enjoyable," Laetitia says, and the vampire slips her hand beneath her uniform's pants, between her legs. With a soft moan, she begins touching herself, exploring the heat of her arousal. Caldimir cannot believe his eyes, his ears. Laetitia the Orange Lantern, pleasuring herself in his office, to him! If the circumstances were different, he could really enjoy such a sight, a thought that the vampire hates to admit to. Even with things as...well, uncomfortable, as they are, he still feels himself growing hard. Of course, with the pressure in his abdomen so overwhelming, he finds it impossible to focus completely in his arousal, too reach any point beyond semi-hard, but Laetitia's sharp eyes quickly pick out the bulge in his pants. "Oh, and I thought you were pathetic before..." Laetitia teases, "But now you're starting to get hard? Tell me, is it your burning need to piss? Being tied up? Or is it the lovely woman in front of you, pleasuring herself?" "It's...damn it...it's all three," Caldimir admits, knowing Laetitia would see through any attempt at deception. That is, if he could even focus long enough to lie. With two burning needs, neither of which he can do a damn thing to placate, both fighting for supremacy, it's all Caldimir can do to keep himself from losing control. His fullness is quickly shifting to pain, as his bladder screams for relief, while the heat of his arousal spreads, crying out for him to do something, to touch himself, to touch her, anything. But Laetitia only hums in response, leaning back further, speeding up her efforts. She raises her free hand, touching her breast as she watches Caldimir. He finds it impossible to remain still now, working his legs as much as he can, clenching and relaxing his thighs, straining against the bindings at his wrists and ankles, wishing he were free, wishing he could piss, wishing he could fuck her. Finally, it all became too much. "He-help me!" he cries out. And with that first cry for help out of the way, the vampire begins to beg. "Please, Laetitia, untie me. Help me, I need to piss, I need you...damn it, help me! Please?" "You want me to help you?" she asks, her hands slowing, then stopping. "Are you sure? You don't sound very convincing..." "P-please! I swear, I want you to help me," he says, his strain obvious in his voice. He really can't last much longer, as he feels his bladder is about to give out. "I need you to help me!" "Okay," she agrees, completely calm. She pulls her hand out of her pants, and in a few short steps she is before him, so close, so fucking close but she might as well be on another planet. He feels his cock throbbing, his bladder twinging in pain, but all he can do it look up at the woman who put him in this desperate situation. All he can do is watch her, as she lowers he hand...down to his binding, hesitating... "Please...help me...I can't..." Caldimir encourages her, still begging. Then, her hand moves, too quickly for his strained focus to keep up with. He feels a light impact on his abdomen, as Laetitia pushes down on his bladder. A choked gasp escapes Caldimir's lips, as the added pressure proves too much for him. He tries, so desperately, so damn desperately, to hold on in spite of the pressure Laetitia adds...but it is too much for the vampire. With a whimper, his bladder gives out, and Laetitia's hand shifts down between his legs. Her other hand moves between her own legs, and she begins touching herself once more, as she feels his piss escaping him, rushing out of him, beneath and over he hand, pooling in the chair's bottom before splashing onto the floor. The blue-haired vampire moans, as the feeling of relief spreads through him, mingling with his arousal, the two becoming very hard to tell apart. Once he is finally finished, the vampire slumps forward, and groans softly. The relief he felt is quickly replaced with a dull, throbbing ache. He remains like this, until he hears a sharp gasp from Laetitia, and looks up to find the vampire in the middle of her climax, her lips parted and her eyes trained upon the dark patch on his clothes, her fingers still clutching the damp fabric. In spite of himself, his still semi-hard cock twitches, as his arousal tightens its grip on him. Laetitia feels the motion, and it brings her back to herself. "Ah, that was even better than I had imagined, Caldimir...and it left me with an appetite for more," Laetitia says. "I...damn it...I want more, too..." Caldimir admits. "Then what are we waiting for?" Laetitia asks, unbuttoning her pants, and freeing herself from the fabric, making sure to keep the clothing far from the puddle Caldimir has made.
  3. Subaki was perfect. At least, as much as any one person could be. In combat, he was unsurpassed. As a Pegasus Knight, he was undeniably the most skilled. He maintained a spotless appearance, and had encyclopaedic knowledge on nearly anything that could be of use. As such, he was a valuable member of the Hoshidan military, and often found himself in key positions. No matter what he was assigned, he completed it, and he completed it perfectly. But he was beginning to think today's mission might break his perfect streak. He was tasked with scouting a Nohrian outpost using the speed and mobility that only a pegasus could achieve. While the army had several pegasus knights they could send, Subaki's stellar record made him the obvious choice. Corrin believed the Norhian army was staging troop there for a massive attack against Hoshido, and wanted to confirm her suspicions without raising an alarm in the Nohrian camp. Subaki could scout quickly, likely without being seen, and return with news before the Norhians even suspected they had been spotted. From the beginning, everything had gone according to plan. He had saddled up his pegasus, and embarked from the Hoshidan camp, even more quickly than his usual deployment. After all, Lady Corrin had chosen him especially for this mission, and the information he gathered would be urgent in mounting a defense or counter-attack. It was not until he had flown half of the way to the suspected location of the Norhian camp that he felt the pressure in his abdomen. He cursed himself quietly. In his haste, he had skipped a step of his preparation; making sure he relieved himself to avoid this very situation. Though was it truly because of his haste? He remembered thinking that he should take the time to relieve himself, but felt no need. After all, someone as perfect as he could easily control their bladder for one scouting trip, could they not? Even now, as he felt his bladder filling and the need for relief increasing with each flap of his pegasus' wings, he knew he could withstand it. He was the great Subaki, perfect on and off the battlefield, and there was no way he would let such a minor inconvenience interfere with fulfilling his duty. Besides, there was nothing he could do but press on for now. He was deep within enemy territory by this point, and stopping just to relieve himself would be much too dangerous. Regardless of how badly he needed relief, he would simply have to perservere. ~X~ Yet, the idea became more and more tempting as his flight continued. Though he dressed warmly, the altitude he had to maintain to keep the risk of detection low was quite cold, and Subaki found that the cold air did nothing to help his situation. Judging from landmarks and the maps he had studied, he had to be close to where the encampment should be located, and it would now be a matter of finding the outpost, assessing their strength, and working up a rough estimate of their exact position. Even an experienced scout found that the process could take an hour, perhaps two, especially when trying to avoid even the slightest chance of detection. So Subaki was confident he would be done in around half an hour. Even knowing his prowess would allow him to be finished in no time at all, he began to wonder if it would be enough. After all, the slight pressure had built to full on discomfort, as his bladder had grown fuller and fuller as the flight continued. Of course, that was a foolish doubt. He would never succomb to such weakness, being as skilled and determined as he was. Regardless of how badly he needed to piss, Subaki knew that he had absolute control over it. Sure, it might be uncomfortable, it might even begin to grow painful as he resisted his need, but he could handle it. There was nothing he could not handle, and his confidence was only boosted when he found the enemy encampment after only a few short moments. He smiled to himself, as he flew in close enough to observe their numbers. As soon as he had a rough count, and saw the strength of their arms, his smile faded. The enemy had a formidable force built up, and it seemed they were nearly ready to begin their march. Though his bladder already offered a fantastic incentive for speed, he now felt a new sense of urgency. He had to return as soon as possible, and warn Lady Corrin before he did anything else. Quickly, he sighted and memorized enough of the land to point out the location of the camp, and turned his pegasus back towards his own camp. His pegasus seemed to pick up on his urgency, either sensing his need for relief, or feeling some of the panic seeing the enemy camp had instilled, as it flew with astounding speed. Yet this breakneck speed caused the Pegasus Knight to be jostled more than he would like as he rode. Though he grew nearer to the relief that awaited him with each passing second, his condition worsened as well. As the land passed beneath him, the slight discomfort shifted, becoming a constant dull ache. It was a nuisance, but nothing he couldn't handle. He would make it back to camp, brief Corrin on what he had seen, then head for the nearest latrine and relieve himself. No one but he would know how close he had come, that the perfect Pegasus Knight had nearly been done in by his own bladder. But with each flap of his mount's wings, he was bounced slightly. And each bounce seemed to make holding on that much harder, until Subaki was forced to take the reins in one hand, and press the other between his legs, providing pressure to counteract the fullness of his bladder. Finally, the Hoshidan camp was within his sight. He was nearly there! He would only have to hold on for a short while longer, and he would be in the clear. He pulled back on the reins, slowing his mount and guiding it towards a landing as close to Corrin's chambers as he could manage. If the jostling Subaki had faced while flying was a nuisance, the impact of the landing was pure torture. Landing the pegasus required concentration, but so too did fighting off his need for relief. The need to split his focus coupled with the sudden impact were almost enough to overwhelm the Pegasus Knight, but somehow he held on. Once the pegasus stood on solid ground, it was easier for Subaki to regain control of himself. Without the rhythmic jostling of flight, he felt much better. He dismounted, and breathed a sigh of relief as his feet touched the ground. As much as he enjoyed flying, that flight had been harrowing. But now that he was back at camp, he would check in with Corrin and give her a quick report, then take care of his growing problem. It was tempting to rush to the latrine first, but with the volume of the Nohrian force, Subaki knew every second could count towards victory or defeat. He would have to report his findings before he could do anything else. He approached the door to Corrin's chambers quickly, and knocked upon the door. She responded promptly, calling out a greeting before opening the door and inviting him in. Once he was inside, he couldn't help but lower his guard slightly. After all, he was so very close, in a few moment's time it would all be over. And it was then that he felt a sudden stab of pain in his abdomen, as his bladder cried out for relief. Yet he was with Corrin, and she was looking right at him. He could not let her see him do anything that would give his status away. He fought off impulses to cross his legs, to place his hands between his legs, to do anything that might offer some slight relief. Instead, he fought it off with sheer willpower, showing no sign of the struggle he was facing save for the sweat that began to bead upon his face. "That was fast!" Corrin said, once Subaki had entered. It seemed she was oblivious to his suffering, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. "What did you find?" she continued, concern creasing her brow. "Lady Corrin, your doubts have proved true," he said, hoping she could not hear the faintest of traces of desperation in his voice. "The Nohrians have assembled a force at the outpost, and it is even larger than we suspected. They had respectable formations of infantry, cavalry, and archers, and a worrisome armored division." "An armored force as well?" she asked, visibly shaken. If there was one thing the Hoshidan army struggled with, it was the Norhian's armored troops. Their units relied upon exploiting weaknesses that the heavy steel plate of Nohrian knights simply did not have. "That is concerning news indeed." "Yes, milady. Luckily their location is no further than we expected, and they may still spend a few days preparing." he said, hoping she would dismiss him soon. He could feel the pressure growing worse, and knew he could do nothing to alleviate it while under her gaze. He would dread for anyone to see him in such a state, let alone his leader of all people. "I'll begin planning at once. Subaki, I know you just returned, but would you mind assisting me? I believe your input would be valuable, especially since you have seen the enemy encampment directly." she asked, gesturing towards the table of maps and charts she used to plan out their campaigns. "Of course, milady. It would be my pleasure." Subaki said, smiling as he approached the table. He was absolutely ruined. He couldn't refuse her, not when she asked for his help so directly. But if he did not leave immediately it would be disastrous. The pain had grown worse and he doubted if he could even make it to the latrine if she dismissed him this very second. But he could not let Corrin see that, he had to keep up his facade until the bitter end. After all, he was perfect. He observed the maps, finding the location of the outpost quickly based off the landmarks he had memorized. Focusing on the maps, and on their strategy, offered some light relief for a moment of two, but soon another stab of pain shot through Subaki. This time, he could not suppress the slightest whimper, as the pain was so overwhelming. Corrin looked at him, her eyes filled with worry. "Hey, is everything alright? What was that noise?" she asked. Subaki offered a weak, fake chuckle in response, hoping to put her at ease but only concerning her more. "Nothing, milady, I would never have any..." he started to speak, trying to assure her he was fine, when the pain worsened, causing him to pause. "any sort of problem. I'm..." he tried to continue, but another wave of desperation struck him. Finally, his strained bladder failed him. He could not help but cry out as the hot piss began to rush out of him, running down one leg, and soaking his pants before splattering onto the floor. Despite his best efforts, the surprised cry turned into a quiet moan of relief, as his aching bladder was finally emptied. As soon as he was finished, however, his senses returned to him. Corrin stood, watching him with the strangest mix of surprise and concern on her face. Suddenly, the room felt very hot, and Subaki was sure his face was turning bright red. He had pissed himself. He had pissed himself in front of Corrin, his leader and a princess of Hoshido, and he had done it in her chambers. There was no way he would ever live this down, his reputation would be absolutely ruined and nobody would ever take him seriously again, how coudl he have been so- "Subaki?" Corrin asked, breaking the silence and his train of thought. "Are...are you okay?" "I've been better," he said, shaking his head. "I just cannot believe I did that, I... I apologize, and I will clean it up, and it'll be like it never happened. Beyond that, name your price, and I'll do whatever it takes." "What do you mean?" she asked, baffled by his strange offer. "For your silence. I can't have this getting out, I'll do anything you need. Whatever you desire, just name it, just promise you won't tell anyone that I... that this..." Subaki began to stammer, not wanting to admit to what had happened. Corrin placed a finger upon his lips, silencing him. "Subaki, please. We're friends. I wouldn't do that to you." she said. "Just do what you would have done anyway, and help me with planning this battle. After we get you cleaned up, of course." "Okay, that works for me. I truly am sorry, Corrin," he said, once she removed her finger. "I just. I'm supposed to be perfect." "Nobody can be perfect all of the time, Subaki. That's why we have friends, and allies. We're there to help each other, and to cover for each other. Besides, you're still perfect in my book." she said, blushing slightly. Subaki wasn't quite sure he had heard her right, but felt his own cheeks grow red as well.
  4. Those two, and Shadow Dragon. And a tiny bit of Sacred Stones. But those are the only others I've played. If I ever get around to playing more of the older ones, I'll be sure to let you know!
  5. I'm glad you enjoyed them! It was a pleasure working on them, I'm always down to write some Fire Emblem stuff, haha.
  6. "Stop!" Sophie cried out, pulling back on Avel's reins. "You have to stop charging into the woods like that, you dumb horse!" Not for the first time, Sophie's horse, Avel, had run off into a forest with her in the saddle. She had simply been riding the horse, doing a few practice runs with her lance and sword, when he began ignoring her completely and rushed off. It was shocking how often the horse would ignore her completely, or even blatantly disregard her commands. Though she hated to admit it, this would likely not be the last time, either. Finally, after plenty of commanding and cajoling, the horse stopped. Now, he looked back at her, indignation flashing in his simple eyes. The mount certainly had a mind of its own, though Sophie would never consider using another. The horse had been a gift from her father, after all, and training him was just another step on the way to being a great knight! Of course, no path to greatness was without a few stumbles. Being deep in a forest she wasn't used to, with a horse who refused to listen to any of her commands? That was just a challenge, and it would only make her better to overcome it! So, the young knight-in-progress dismounted. If Avel wouldn't listen to her, and wouldn't take her back to the training grounds, she would just drag him there herself! She took hold of the reins, and began leading him back in what she hoped was the direction they had come. Honestly, she was guessing; she had been so preoccupied with getting Avel to stop that she hadn't really kept track of where they had come from, or noticed any landmarks that might help her. But she had a hunch, and decided to act on it. That's what a great knight would do, after all! ~X~ Siegbert happened to be training as well, though he was practicing his dismounted combat. Though the young prince preferred fighting from horseback, his father often said it never hurt to be well rounded, and tried to ensure that Siegbert received a balanced education. Throughout his practice, any time Siegbert took a moment to rest, he found himself glancing over at Sophie. It astounded him how dedicated she seemed to be to her practice! Even with that willfull horse of hers, she ran through drill after drill, making the best of any problems the beast caused her. Despite being Crown Prince Xander's son, Siegbert felt he had a lot of work to do before he could keep up with his father. Seeing Sophie's determination, and knowing that she too was striving to match her father, helped to inspire him. It also made him feel as though she might be some sort of kindred spirit, though the two hadn't had the chance to speak as much as he would have liked. He sighed to himself, wondering why he couldn't just approach her and ask to spar. Surely she would say yes, he was a prince of Nohr, after all. Yet just as he began to steel himself up, Siegbert heard her cry out, and saw her horse charging off towards the woods with her still in the saddle. He stood in shock for a moment, surprised that the mount's unruly nature would lead it to such an extreme. Then he rushed into the woods himself. It would be hard to keep up with Sophie, as she was mounted, but if he could do something to help her, he wanted to. ~X~ It was slow going, navigating through an unfamiliar forest. And with a horse like Avel, indignantly defying Sophie at every chance, it was even slower. Sometimes, she wondered what caused the horse to be so willfull, so impossible to control. Silas had told her that the mount could sense any hesitation, and that if she would give him more firm commands, Avel might listen to her. But no matter how firmly she told him to move faster, to help her get out of here, he simply ambled along. Antics like these always frustrated her, but as time went on, she began to feel a certain sense of urgency. She could feel pressure slowly building in her abdomen, as her bladder grew more and more full. The knight-in-training always tried to stay well hydrated while practicing, and had not taken the time to relieve herself. Sophie was determined to power through the feeling, however. Would she be able to stop for a break during a true battle? Of course not! And for now, the feeling wasn't so bad. It was easy to push it aside as she dragged her stubborn horse through the forest. Even if it got to be too much for her to handle, she was alone out here, save for Avel. She could simply stop, and take a moment to piss, and no one would ever know! "Alright, Avel," she said. "We need to pick up the pace! We can't be out here all day." All she received in response was an irritated flick of his tail, and a stubborn neigh. ~X~ Siegbert had lost sight of Sophie and Avel long ago, but did not expect the horse to take many twists and turns as it rushed through the woods. Hopefully, it would have continued in the same direction, and he would come upon the two soon. Perhaps the two of them together would be able to get the horse under control, and make their way back to the training yard. Sure enough, after a few moments, he heard Sophie commanding Avel, and heard him neigh in response. They were close enough that he could hear them, but it sounded like they were off to the side, and still somewhat far away. He suddenly feared that Sophie had regained control of Avel, but had lost her bearings during their flight. Siegbert realized he would have to try and catch up to them, and get them moving in the right direction. ~X~ Things weren't getting any easier for Sophie. Avel still harried her at every turn, pulling back on his reins and trying to change the direction they moved in. And, of course, her need to piss wasn't going to go away on its own. In fact, it was only getting worse, and had advanced to a dull ache rather than a sense of fullness. Usually, this would be when Sophie would take a break from her training and relieve herself, but she decided to tough it out. Wandering through the forest was a lot like a real combat mission, and it would be great practice if she tried to hold it in while they moved. But as time went on, and they made no noticeable progress, Sophie wondered if that was such a good idea. As if in response, she felt a stab of pain in her bladder, as it cried out for relief. It wasn't very severe yet, but she knew that she'd be reaching her limit before long. What difference did it make if she went now, or then? Sophie tied Avel's reins tightly around a tree, so that he couldn't take this chance to flee, and moved behind a tree, so that the horse couldn't see her. She knew he was just an animal, but still felt it would be strange with him watching her. Before she could unfasten her pants, however, she heard a voice ring out. "Sophie?" Siegbert asked, approaching the tied horse. "Are you here?" Sophie cursed to herself, then stepped out from behind the tree. "What are you doing here, Siegbert?" she asked, some frustration leaking into her voice. She had almost gotten to piss, when the Nohrian prince showed up! She couldn't tell him what she was doing, it'd be much too embarrassing. It was already bad enough, knowing he had seen Avel carry her out here. "Well, I saw your horse ride off with you still in the saddle, and thought that I would offer my aid." Siegbert explained. "What were you doing behind that tree, with Avel tied off?" "Uh," she stammered, trying to think of a good excuse. "I was...uh...trying to catch my bearings! Yeah, I wanted to make sure we're heading towards the training yard." "Oh, well, it's this way," Siegbert said, pointing. "I kept track when I followed you out here." Sophie's heart sank, he pointed nowhere near where she had been heading. If he was right, it would take even longer than she thought to make it back. "You're sure it's that way?" she asked. "Positive!" he answered, "Now let me help you get that stubborn horse back." "No, I can do it on my own. You just...head back on your own!" Sophie demanded. She didn't want to be ride to Siegbert, but she couldn't admit her predicament, either. She knew there'd be no chance of her making it, not after finding out she'd been heading the wrong way. "But," Siegbert said, puzzled. "There's only one direction to go in. I can't just head off on my own, I'd either have to leave you behind or let you go on ahead. We should just walk together." "You're right," she said, knowing there was no way she could be alone again without admitting why. "I don't know what I was thinking. A knight would never leave a Prince to find his own way back to safety, I'll escort you!" Siegbert was confused by the sudden change of heart, but glad. He'd be able to spend some time with her, and see what kept her so motivated. "So you really want to be a great knight, huh?" he asked, as they set out. "Yeah, of course. And I get better every day! I just need Avel here to get a better attitude, and I'd be well on my way to surpassing my father!" she answered, proudly. She grew more and more uncomfortable as time went on, but she refused to let Siegbert see that. If he became the king of Nohr, and she was one of his knights, she couldn't bear him knowing she was too weak to make it back to safety without a break. If this were a real mission, she'd put everyone in danger. At least, that was what she told herself to maintain her resolve. But each twinge of pain, each time her desperation threatened to overwhelm her, it became that much harder. She and Siegbert continued talking for a while, but eventually it took too much focus for her to suppress her need for relief, and the conversation slowed, then stopped. Sophie knew there was a lot she could do to ease her aching bladder, but none of them were very inconspicuous. Siegbert likely already wondered why she had grown so quiet, any attempt to lessen the pain would be too obvious. Sure enough, Siegbert eventually asked; "Is anything wrong, Sophie? You grew awfully quiet, and seem very distracted." "It's nothing," she lied, "I just want to get back to my training." hoping Siegbert wouldn't see through the obvious deceit. She couldn't afford to think of anything more believable, however, as she felt yet another wave of desperation wash over her. Though she tried her hardest, this one was simply too much for her. She gasped, as she felt a spurt of hot piss escape her, before she clamped her legs together and willed herself to stop wetting, focusing every ounce of strength she had into resisting the urge to simply let go. She felt heat spread over her face. She was sure Siegbert would see the damp spot on her pants, and it was so embarrassing she couldn't stand it. She heard Avel snicker, and shot a warning look at the beast. Surely he wasn't that intelligent, was he? Despite Avel's snickering, Siegbert did not notice. He only saw that Sophie had stopped short, and turned toward her. "Are you alright?" he asked. "If you want to take a break, I'm actually quite winded mysel-" "No! We have to keep going, or I don't think I'll..." Sophie started, but caught herself before she admitted her desire to rush. She knew that even if they could sprint, there was no way she'd make it in time. But, even so, she was determined to try. She took a few agonizing steps, before her abdomen twisted with pain once more. Her hand shot between her legs instinctively, and she doubled over as she tried to hold it in. But it was simply too much for her strained bladder to bear. "No!" she cried out, as she felt herself give out, and felt the hot piss rush out of her in a flood. She whimpered in shock, and quickly pulled her hand away. Her piss soaked through her panties, then her pants, before rushing down her legs, some of it splashing to the ground and some of it streaming down and into her boots. The stream went on for what felt like eternity, until Sophie felt it was nearly over. She moaned with relief as the torrent finally stopped. Though she was immensely embarrassed, the relief was simply too great for her to ignore completely. But when she glanced at Siegbert, and saw him watching, slack-jawed from shock, any comfort from her relief vanished. "I...I'm sorry," she muttered, keeping her eyes on the ground. "I just...I wanted to be like a great knight, and a great knight would fight through something so simple." "Sophie," Siegbert said, putting a hand on her shoulder reassuringly. "I don't think any other knight in our army would push themselves as hard as you just did. As far as I'm concerned, you're the best knight in all of Nohr. Your determination is astounding! After all, how many knights would go this far simply out of obligation? All would have broken, but you refused." "You really mean that?" she asked. "Of course!" he answered, and he pulled her into a hug. For a moment, Sophie tried to stay back, and keep her wetness from touching him. But try as she might, Siegbert grabbed her so tightly that she still pressed against him. The young prince didn't seem to mind in the slightest, however. "And don't worry," he continued, "We'll make sure you get cleaned up, and this will remain just between us." Author's Note: Third commission for Blooper, once again, I hope you enjoy it!
  7. Leo, as a prince of Nohr, had taken a practical interest in studying strategy. Though Xander was the crown prince, and Corrin had been the one to unite both Nohrian and Hoshidan troops under one banner, it was often either Leo's strategies they used in battle, or Leo who they went to for advice if there were any difdiculties. Being a prince of Nohr, he knew the advantages and disadvantages of each and every class at his disposal. But, now, he had joined Corrin and his alliance of both Nohrian and Hoshidan troops. It was a tactical nightmare! The prince had to learn all new strategies and methods for each and every new class and unit, and then find a way for them to work together. Through hard work and diligence, he had. Finally, he had the entire army working as one, despite their differences. Well, almost. He had one problem, in the form of a red-headed Pegasus Knight. Hinoka. The Hoshidan princess was dedicated, and extremely capable, able to turn the tide of a battle all on her own. Yet, she was impossible to plan around! She would rush ahead of the main force without support, and would act only off of her own instinct when she sensed an opportunity. So far, disaster had been avoided, but Leo decided he should speak with her about it, before it became a serious problem. ~X~ Hinoka was training, putting all of the same devotion and finesse she would use in a real battle to work against a practice dummy. The princess of Hoshido had focused all of frustration at the kidnapping of Corrin into becoming the greatest pegasus knight she could be, so that she could one day get him back. He had returned on his own, and had even managed to unite Nohr and Hoshido against a common enemy, yet Hinoka still trained with the same ferocious determination. Now it was more about finishing the war, so that she might enjoy the peace afterward with her family, friends and retainers. As Leo watched, he was astounded by her strength and speed, and couldn't help but speak with her as soon as she was done. "Now that I've seen your commitment to your training... I can understand how your battle prowess became so well known." the Nohrian prince said, taking her by surprise as she caught her breath. "Prince Leo? I'm sorry, I didn't know you were watching." Hinoka replied, as she wondered what the Nohrian prince might want. "No problem, Princess Hinoka. It's quite interesting to see how both you and Prince Ryoma train." Leo said, "It's no surprise that you were both able to turn the tide of a battle on your own. I used to consider you both incredibly dangerous as enemies... It's reassuring now to have such strong comrades to fight alongside." "Prince Leo, I think you're exaggerating our skill just a little bit..." Hinoka said, taken aback by Leo's praise. "That is unlikely—the power you wield is undeniable." Leo said, having seen their abilities first hand, from the receiving end. "My only critique would be that your style is difficult to build a strategy around." "I don't understand what you mean." Hinoka said plainly. "I'm having trouble creating a plan that accounts for your aggressive attitude. Since you charge the enemy head-on, it'd be best to have a plan that supports you. But I find it hard to predict how you will behave when battle begins." Leo admitted, feeling some slight shame at being unable to plan around her. "Ahhh. Heh, I see what you're saying. A gifted strategist like yourself would be concerned with how things look on paper." Hinoka said, with more than a little derision. "I'm more concerned with how strong I am when steel meets steel. I'll leave you to your board-game strategies." Leo was speechless as Hinoka turned to leave. Though she had called him a gifted strategist, it was with disdain, and she had gone on to trivialize his work. Board-game strategies? He couldn't believe any warrior would say such a thing. The prince sighed, and turned to walk back to his quarters. ~X~ When the army prepared for their next battle, Leo was still bitter about what Hinoka had said. And while part of him wanted to just let her be, and let her ignore strategy if she wished, he couldn't. A greater part of him wanted to stay close to her, to be there to help her and prove her wrong when she inevitably ran into trouble. He knew she was skilled, and knew it might not be this battle, or the next, but eventually she would push too far. And he'd be there to help, and show her that a "board-game strategy" could be as important as strength. ~X~ The battle started out simply enough, with the enemy's units underprepared for the skill and numbers that Corrin could bring to the field. Of course, Hinoka rushed ahead of the bulk of the army, charging them without caution, facing the enemy head on, with little to no support. It didn't matter who she squared up against, she would defeat them. Her skill with the naginata, and her ability to guide her pegasus as if it was nothing more than an extension of herself, formed a wicked combination that not even their strange Vallite opponents could withstand. As Corrin's army struggled to catch up with Hinoka, she couldn't help but feel proud. She looked at the swath of fallen enemies behind her, and knew that she had defeated them all. Several of the enemy remained, however, and the princess knew she couldn't give in to pride yet. As she turned her mount towards the remaining opposing forces, she felt the slightest pressure in her bladder. It seemed that she had neglected an important preparation, and had not relieved herself before the battle. She wasn't worried, though. There were only a few enemies left, and her mount would be able to get her off the field quickly once the battle was over. Before long, she had reached the final group of enemy soldiers. All that remained was a small group of swordsmen, and she made quick work of them. She turned back towards her allies, and saw that they had already cleaned up any groups she had missed. It seemed victory was near, and Hinoka breathed a sigh of relief. She would soon be able to relieve herself, and they would be able to chalk up another victory. She had accomplished a great deal in the battle, entirely on her own. Leo and his strategy was just as overrated as she had claimed, and now she hoped he would see she didn't need anyone's help. Just as victory seemed inevitable, though, more enemy troops appeared out of thin air. One second, the field was clear of any opposing troops, the next there were scores of them. Hinoka gasped in shock, as she and the army suddenly had another battle on their hands. With a quick survey of the enemy, she saw that they had a lot of archers in their ranks. Though it would cost her a lot of her mobility, Hinoka decided that it would be in her best interest to dismount her pegasus, and send it back towards safer ground. The flying horse was much too vulnerable to arrows, and any that found their mark could easily spell disaster for both her and the beast she had bonded with so closely. No, it would be much better to allow her mount to retreat while she continued on on foot. Or so she had thought. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt the fullness in her bladder grow more intense. On the back of the pegasus, it was more of a dull pressure, but once she was standing it hit her as a twinge of pain in her abdomen. She couldn't believe how suddenly the need to piss had struck her, but it would have to wait. Now that she had dismounted, it would be even longer before she would have a chance at relief, and she would simply have to endure until then. But she was durable, and there were many enemies before her that could serve as a distraction. Without even considering allowing her allies to catch up, she headed straight for the enemy reinforcements, striking them as quickly and ferociously as lightning. ~X~ Leo watched as Hinoka rushed ahead, vanquishing many of the first wave of foes. He was impressed, as always, by her skill and strength, and found himself rooting for her even if he wanted her to need his help. But then the second wave materialized, and there were far too many archers for a pegasus knight to be safe. He nearly rushed ahead himself, to either warn her, or force her to pull back with him, but before he could the princess was dismounting on her own. He felt admiration and respect; she had seen the threat on her own, and chose to forsake what was usually one of her greatest advantages before it became a weakness. That respect vanished quickly, however, as she charged into the new enemies, this time without any of the mobility and escapability her pegasus offered her. Prince Leo shook his head, unsure of what exactly went through Hinoka's head when she did something like that. And yet, he wanted to help her, wanted to make sure that if her rash behaviour got her in trouble, nothing happened to her. Though he was careful to keep her from noticing his presence, he was always just a short distance from her, even if it meant he was without support himself. ~X~ Enemies fell to her naginata right and left, struck down like stalks of wheat before a scythe. Hinoka fought even more furiously than usual, her desperation spurring her on. The twinges of pain became more and more frequent, and the constant pressure got worse and worse. She knew that if this battle didn't come to an end soon, she might be in a very bad situation. She also realized, the further she got from the bulk of Corrin's army, that she truly was alone out here. It might have been enough to scare her into rejoining the army, but her success so far drove her on further and further. The enemy's constant presence kept her so focused that she failed to notice that she had one ally much closer than she expected. Finally, she struck down the last enemy that was before her. She breathed a sigh of relief, and allowed herself a brief moment of rest before she turned towards her allies. She would return now, help them finish off whatever forces remained, and then they would return to the castle and she would be able to relieve herself. It would all work out fine, even though she had charged in without support. Leo could keep his board-game strategies, all she needed was her own strength and her own skill! She turned, and couldn't believe her eyes. Yet another group of enemies, much smaller this time, had materialized behind her while she rested. While it was a smaller group of foes, there were faceless among the Vallite troops, and while one on its own was an easy fight for Hinoka, there were two of them, backed up by several swordsmen. She had turned at a good time, as it seemed the Vallites were attempting to flank her, but had not yet gotten into a good position. She could still strike at them without leaving herself completely open to attack from a second direction. She lunged with her naginata, managing to strike the faceless on the right and vanquish the monstrosity. But as she drew back her weapon, and prepared another attack, her body failed her. Another twinge of pain hit her, much more severe than any previous. She gasped, and couldn't help but hesitate as the pain overwhelmed her. The enemy soldiers were still wary, having seen the princess slay a faceless so easily, along with so many of their allies, but the other faceless had no such qualms. It launched itself at her, and was upon her in a matter of seconds. Hinoka saw the beast rear back for a punch, a punch which could mean her end, but found she couldn't move. She was completely paralyzed with fear. Time seemed to slow as the fist grew closer and closer, until Hinoka could bear to watch no longer. She shut her eyes, and whimpered as her fear overwhelmed her. Suddenly, she felt her bladder give out. Warm piss rushed out of her, soaking her clothes and running down her bare legs in rivulets before spashing onto the ground. She was wetting herself in terror, as she waited for the inevitable blow to land. But, nothing happened. After what felt like an eternity, her bladder was empty. Seconds stretched into moments. Finally, she opened her eyes in curiosity. And she saw the faceless and enemy troops wrapped in roots, tangled to the point that they couldn't move at all. The faceless' fist was inches away from her, and she jumped back suddenly, afraid that the monster would break free and attack her once more. When Leo stepped between her and the monster, however, she understood that it was his tome, Brynhildr, that had tangled the enemies up, and knew that she was safe. She smiled at the prince of Nohr, thankful that he had rescued her. But then she felt the dampness of her crotch, and realized he had to have seen her piss herself, and that he was seeing her now, when she was still soaked. Her smile fell, and she averted her eyes, suddenly finding the ground very interesting as her face flushed a bright red. "I...thank you." She said, wanting nothing more than to disappear and pretend none of this every happened. "Don't mention it, Hinoka." Leo said, a slight blush on his face as well. He had never intended to see Hinoka in such a state, never thought that his rescue would be such a close call, but the sudden appearance of the enemy forces had taken him by surprise as well. "I'm just glad I was here to back you up, you could have ended up a lot worse." "I know. If you hadn't been there to support me, I likely wouldn't have made it out alive." Hinoka admitted. "But...you saw me..." "What, piss yourself?" Leo finished, as Hinoka didn't seem to want to say it herself. "Yes. But this has been a long battle, and I'm sure you were terrified, staring down a monster like a faceless all on your own." "I know, but I'm never going to live this down. Not only did I rush off on my own, but I nearly died, and became so scared I pissed myself." Hinoka said. "Well, let's make a deal. You let me back you up from now on, and I'll make sure nobody finds out about this." Leo offered. At first, he wanted her to feel wrong about judging his strategies so harshly, but in saving her, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state, he wasn't really sure what he wanted. But he knew that he wanted her to be safe, at the very least. "Deal. I'd agree to almost anything if it meant this stayed a secret!" Hinoka said, smiling slightly. Maybe having someone to support her wouldn't be so bad, after all. Author's Note: Another commission by Blooper, and my first attempt at writing fear wetting. I hope you enjoy!
  8. Kagero perched atop a building within the walls of Corrin's Castle, watching and protecting the prince as she so often did. Despite assurances that the castle was the safest place Corrin could be, the ninja believed that he could be in danger at any time. Even though the castle was in the deeprealms, and he was surrounded by his friends and family, he was in danger. It would only take a moment's lapse for an assassin's blade to strike true, or a marksman's missile to find him. So Kagero watched. So far, nothing had needed her attention. Corrin had always been safe. But any time Kagero considered lowering her guard, or even reducing her shifts, she could only think of how badly it would hurt Prince Ryoma and the army as a whole if anything were to happen to Corrin. Prince Corrin had united two warring nations to fight for one cause, and if he were to fall, would that alliance fall as well? When peace was so close, nearly tangible instead of a hopeless idea, how could she let it be risked? "Kagero?" Corrin's voice called up to her, as he noticed her for the first time that evening. "Yes, milord?" she answered, with her typical formality. "We've talked about this before, you don't have to guard me all the time." he said. "You know my reasonings, milord." the ninja replied, thinking back to the countless ties she had done this in the past. "Yes, and I understand them, but don't you have things you want to do?" "I want you to stay safe." she said, with a tone suggesting she had nothing more to say. Corrin shrugged, and sighed as he continued his rounds of the castle courtyard. The young prince always enjoyed wandering around the castle, doing this or that, and speaking with the many people who had joined him. It was remarkable how quickly he seemed to form rapport with his soldiers, becoming fast friends with almost all of them. The most suprising of friendships was the one he had developed with Saizo. As Ryoma's other retainer, Saizo, too had been observing and watching Corrin, but it had been out of distrust. But even he began to trust and respect Corrin, after he had observed him for a brief time. Kagero couldn't help but count the prince among her friends as well. But lately, she often wondered. She justified her near-constant vigil using the army's morale, and her duties as a retainer to Ryoma, knowing that losing Corrin would have catastrophic effects on both. But could there be more? Could, in her observations of the prince, she have gotten closer to him? She had definitely gained respect for him, seeing the way he always had a friendly word for his comrades, and would always stop to help any of them that needed him. And if anyone wanted to join their ranks? He would accept them with hardly any questions asked. Whatever her feelings might be, they served to make her desire to protect him even stronger. Constantly, she found herself pushing her limits to continue guarding him. She took breaks when she had to, of course, but they were few and far between, and she would only take them when she was absolutely certain the prince was safe. She had already had several close calls due to her determination, with her desperate for relief from a full bladder, straining the limits of her endurance just to make sure he was safe. As the ninja felt a slight pressure begin to form in her abdomen, she wondered if tonight would be another night like that, or if she would have a chance to relieve herself any time soon. As Corrin continued his rounds, greeting a comrade here, buying new armaments for the group there, even stopping by the mess hall for a meal, it seemed Kagero would never get a break. While all of these areas should be relatively safe, and many would argue the entire castle was safe due to its location in the deeprealms, Kagero could never feel that the prince was wholly safe. Though the bulk of the army was trustworthy, there were the rank and file soldiers and former prisoners who had joined them that made Kagero cautious. But as she felt the discomfort of her rapidly filling bladder, the pressure not yet painful, she wished she could throw caution to the wind, and leave Corrin for just a moment, so that she might relieve herself. Yet, as it always did, her mind turned to the possibilities if he were unguarded. Though no one expected her to guard the prince, and it was not one of her stated duties, she wouldn't be able to bear it if he were harmed or even killed because she wasn't able to resist her own needs. How could she ever explain such an event to Ryoma, or to her own comrades in the army? And how badly would it reflect on her family's honor? Regardless, she was worrying over nothing. She was nowhere near her limit, and she was sure she would have an opportunity before then. If Corrin would return to his own quarters, she could be certain enough of his safety to risk a short break. ~X~ The evening dragged on into night, and Corrin had still not made any move towards his quarters. Usually, he would retire there to plan the next war council before it grew too late, but it seemed he would not be doing much planning, as he continued visiting his friends and conversing with anyone he came across. Meanwhile, Kagero stuck to the shadows, and to rooftops, remaining out of sight and out of mind. One thing she could not get out of her mind, however, was the pressure of her full bladder. She knew that if she didn't piss soon, she'd be really pushing herself, and it would likely begin to grow painful. As if on cue, she felt a twinge of pain in her bladder. It came at a bad time, as Corrin had just begin moving once more, and the effort of keeping up, while remaining hidden, and controlling her bladder was difficult. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle with her experience and training, but it was a strain against her limits. While this was not the first time Kagero had to hold for a long period, with many of her missions and much of her training requiring it, but this was quickly becoming her worst time. But she breathed a sigh of relief, as she realized Corrin was finally heading towards his quarters. It wouldn’t be long before he was safe enough for her to risk a short break, and she could relieve herself before things got worse. It would only be a few more moments before the prince reached safety, and then she would be safe as well. There was only one more building between them and Corrin’s quarters, and once they had passed it, it was a straight shot. Then, Corrin stopped. He had reached the entrance of the last building on their path, and instead of walking past, turned to go inside. It was difficult for Kagero to keep from groaning audibly. The hot springs were the closest building to his room, and it appeared Corrin had deemed the day stressful enough to demand a soak before he retired. Ordinarily, such a luxury wouldn’t bother Kagero in the slightest, the entire army enjoyed the hot springs, after all. But it was much too open, with no clear escape routes. And Corrin would disarm himself while enjoying the water. There was no way she could abandon her guard while he was within the spring, but the thought of being so close to a spring full of hot water was practically unbearable. From outside of the spring, she found she could just barely make out the sound of the water, especially when Corrin or any of the other troops using it moved. And the sound was torture. Her bladder had already felt incredibly full, but now, Kagero found she couldn’t help herself from crossing and uncrossing her legs, and forcing a hand between her legs, doing whatever she could to offer some small relief. She prayed that Corrin wouldn’t be much longer, because the ninja did not think she could last much longer under these conditions. Finally, she heard the unmistakable splash of someone rising from the water. The splashing and dripping as they moved only made her problem worse, but she knew it could mean she was that much closer to relief. Just as she uncrossed her legs in preparation to move, she felt a sudden, severe rush of desperation from her stressed bladder. Despite her best efforts, it was enough to overpower her. She whimpered quietly as she felt a small spurt of piss escape her. Before it turned into a full fledged torrent, she was able to stop it, and felt it go no further than her underwear. She breathed a sigh of relief, both because it would be unnoticeable, and also because she saw Corrin exit the hot spring, now heading straight for his room. She followed behind him, concealed in shadow, determined to go just a little bit further and see him safely home before she saw to her relief. She was so distracted by the unbearable pressure in her bladder that she failed to notice the two shadows heading them off, until they stood in front of Corrin, blocking his path. Immediately, she shifted into an attack stance. The potential threat to the prince drove all other thoughts and feelings aside, as Kagero’s years of training leapt to the fore. She was prepared to strike at a second’s notice, but waited and listened to see what exactly was going on. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Prince Corrin.” one of the men said. “We’ve been waiting for you here for an awfully long time.” “I...recognize you.” Corrin said, though Kagero had been unable to place the two soldiers yet, though they wore Nohrian garb. “You’re the men we captured in the last battle. We were able to persuade you to join us. Did you have something you wanted to speak with me about? You didn’t have to wait here, I-” “Gods, would you shut up?” the other man interrupted. “Garon’s paying us to kill you, not listen to your mewling.” Kagero saw Corrin’s hand move to the Yato’s hilt, and though he was a capable fighter, she knew two on one would be a hard fight for him. “Garon...sent you to kill me?” Corrin asked, surprised that Garon still had soldiers loyal enough to take such risks, when the war had driven him nearly insane. “Aye, and he’s paying us handsomely for it, too.” the first man said, as both of the assassin’s drew their weapons. “Now do us a favor and d-” suddenly, a shuriken struck the man. With a grunt, he slumped to the ground, clutching at the blade in his side. Before the other assassin could react with anything more than a suprised cry, Corrin saw a blur rush toward him, and he too fell to the ground. Then Kagero stood before him, as if she appeared from nowhere. It was not the first time Corrin had witnessed the ninja’s impressive speed and agility, but it never failed to impress, especially when it was used to save his life like that. “Kagero! Thank you, I really should have expected that. I’m never sure when you’re watching, but I’m glad you stuck around this long.” Corrin said, smiling warmly at the ninja who had saved his life. Kagero heard his words, and was glad she had been determined enough to stick with the prince this long. But she had reached her limit. It was taking every ounce of her strength and her focus to keep from losing control of her bladder, and as she stood with her legs crossed and her hand forced between them, she knew it would be a losing battle. “Are you alright?” Corrin asked, but even if Kagero could have spared enough attention to answer, there would have been nothing he could do. A sudden twinge of pain was the end. Before she could remove her hand from between her legs, her piss began to rush out of her. She was unable to suppress a moan, as the pleasure of relief after so much pressure was incredible. Realization slowly struck Corrin, as he watched the dark patch spread across the fabric she had pressed into her crotch, and as he heard the piss splatter against the ground. Even in the dark of night, he could see the blush that covered her face, as the ninja pissed herself. After what felt like an eternity, but could only have been a moment, Kagero’s bladder was finally empty. She stood upright again, and said; “If that is all you require, milord, I would like to be excused.” The blush on her face had not lessened at all, and had in fact grown much more severe. It was obvious she was trying to act like nothing had happened, and would like to simply leave, so that she could clean herself up before anyone noticed. But Corrin wouldn’t have it. “No, Kagero. You just saved my life!” “But, milord. I...I pissed myself.” Kagero said, unable to look him in the eyes as she did. “If anyone were to know, and I were to be seen with you, we would both be dishonored.” Corrin grabbed hold of her chin, gently, and turned her face towards him. She expected him to speak, and was taken by surprise as he planted a kiss on her lips. “I don’t care, Kagero.” he said, as he pulled back. “You saved my life. I doubt I could have fought off both of those assassin’s on my own, yet you took them down with no trouble, even given your circumstances. The only reason you were even in such a situation is because you refused to leave me unguarded, even once you were well beyond your limits.” “...you have a point. Still, I don’t want anyone to see me like this. It would be best if I...” she started, but Corrin put one arm around her shoulders, and began walking her towards his room. “It would be best if you waited in my quarters. I can run and get you a change of clothes while you clean up, and no one will be the wiser.” he interrupted, opening the door for her. “What if you are attacked again?” she asked. “Come on, two assassination attempts in one night? You were right to guard me this much, it would seem, but I really don’t think that’s something to worry about. I’ll be right back, I promise.” Corrin said, turning to leave. Before he could, however, Kagero placed one hand on the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss of her own. This kiss was longer, and more passionate, as Kagero had finally pinned down her suspicions. In guarding the prince, she had fallen in love with him. “You had better.” she said, with a smile, and a blush that seemed like it would never fade. “I think we have a lot to talk about.” Corrin grinned, and replied “Yes, I think we do too.”, before he turned to leave. Author's Note: Commissioned by Blooper. I hope you enjoy it!
  9. I'll be writing a few commissions for Fire Emblem Fates as well, so if you enjoyed this one, keep an eye out!
  10. I've considered taking them before, but never really got started on it. Yeah, Corrin definitely left a lot to be desired. I mean, I love the game as a while, and almost every other character is great, but just...Corrin. I've been trying to fill the support log on Revelations, and that is certainly a struggle so far haha. But yeah, whenever you get set up and know what you want, just let me know!
  11. Yeah, it kinda made me sad how meh her supports with Corrin are, but really, that seemed like a trend for the whole game. I still absolutely love the game, just was not the biggest fan of Corrin. I've never taken a commission before, but I would definitely be willing to try a Fates one! If you're at all interested, feel free to message me.
  12. Often, Charlotte wondered how things would really be if she dropped the nice girl act, and let her true self be known to everyone in Corrin's army. Would they all dislike her, as she suspected? Or would they all accept her for who she was? Like always, however, the blonde warrior pushed those thoughts aside. Right now, she was popular and well liked. She was rising through the army's ranks, as Corrin himself seemed to have taken an interest in her. Now was no time to jeopardize that by giving up on the very act that had gotten her so far! If she could cause Prince Corrin, a royal of Nohr and Hoshido both to love her? She'd be set for life, and could provide for her parents easily! It was a dream that, however unlikely, she simply couldn't give up on. ~X~ Corrin had invited Charlotte to his quarters today, to meet up with her as he often liked to do with his troops. He considered it a vital team-building exercise, claiming that it would improve their combat effectiveness. Charlotte wasn’t too sure about any tactical advantage knowing each other better might provide, but she wasn’t about to complain about a chance to spend some time one on one with royalty. If she played her cards right, she could charm the young prince, and maybe snag herself a royal wedding. She just had to be sure to keep her facade up for as long as she was with him. She had also decided to cook him an exquisite dinner, as there was no way showing her culinary skill would hurt her chances. She could picture it now; a candlelit dinner, her charming, irresistible personality. She’d have Corrin eating out of her hand in no time. Preparing a dinner would prove somewhat difficult, however. She wanted to cook a hearty meal, fit for the leader of an army, but meat would take time to prepare and be served best while it was warm. She began looking through the army’s larders, wondering what she could prepare. She felt a brief moment of guilt as she realized she’d be taking the ingredients from the army, rather than buying her own. She quickly justified it by noting the meal would be for Corrin. As she looked at all the ingredients, Charlotte decided meat was still her best option, and took what she would need for the meal. Alone in one of the castle’s kitchens, she attacked the ingredients, showing the ferocity she usually reserved for the battlefield. Before long, she had two cuts of beef in a pan, some rolls in the oven, and a pot of vegetable soup simmering. As she stirred the broth within the pot, keeping a careful eye on the meat, she felt a pressure in her abdomen. Though it couldn’t have come at a worse time, she knew she had to piss. The blonde fighter sighed heavily, as she realized she had no choice but to hold it at least until she reached Corrin’s quarters. She couldn’t afford to overcook any of the meal, and once she packed it she would have to rush to their meeting if she wanted it to remain warm. But she had squared off against Faceless and won! She had beaten opponents that were much larger than her, and she’d be damned if she was going to let a full bladder stand between her and her royal wedding. She just had to stay focused, she told herself. She thought of the castle she’d live in, the doting servants she’d have. She could likely even convince Corrin to allow her parents to move into the castle! It’s not like the Norhian palace didn’t have room for the aging couple. But she was getting ahead of herself. The meal had to be perfect, and so she had to hold it. As she stirred the soup, she could almost feel the pressure building slowly, but was determined to ride it out as long as she had to. She had her future to think about, after all! ~X~ After a short while, the meal was complete! Charlotte looked over it with pride before she began packing it for transport. As she painstakingly loaded each dish into a basket, she felt a sudden twinge of pain just as she loaded in the final dish; the pot of soup. She assumed the sloshing feeling as she lifted it and set it down had set her off, and as soon as she placed it, she pressed her legs together, and stuffed a hand between them. For an agonizing moment, she stood frozen like this, unsure if she could manage to hold it in or not. Luckily, it passed. She breathed a sigh of relief, confident that she could power through just a little bit longer. She lifted her basket and set out, heading straight for Corrin’s quarters. It was sorely tempting to make a quick stop by the lavatories, and relieve herself, but if she took such a luxury the meal might suffer because of it. And she simply could not stand the thought of ruining her chances with a prince before she even got to his room. As she walked, she came across Benny, one of her oldest friends and one of the few people she didn’t keep up her facade around. He smiled warmly at her, though the roughness of his face might have frightened many members of the army, she knew he was nothing but a big softy. “Hey, Charlotte.” he said, as they grew closer. “Benny!” she answered, greeting him in the friendly, bubbly way she would if she worried someone was within earshot. Once she was close enough to speak more quietly she added. “I’m on my way to meet with Corrin. I made him this dinner, see. And it is going to win him over so easy! But I can’t really talk much, sorry. Have to get this over to him while it’s still hot, and I really have to piss.” Benny simply shook his head as her watched her walk by. Though he could never understand Charlotte’s constant desire for adoration from all of the men she met, he was used to it, and honestly admired the strength it took her to manage her mask so well. He worried that she might be pushing herself a little too far today, especially since dinner with actual royalty would put her under even more pressure. Sometimes, he wished he had to courage to tell her to just be herself. After all, he liked the real her, why wouldn’t everyone else? ~X~ Finally, Charlotte reached Corrin’s quarters. The pressure in her bladder had moved on to a constant, dull ache, and she knew she was reaching her limit. But how could she admit to a prince that she had to piss? That she had been so irresponsible making his dinner that she hadn’t left herself any chance? He would never want to marry her if he knew. So she simply had to continue holding it. She knocked on the door, and heard the prince call out “Come in, the door’s unlocked!” in his typical friendly voice. “Hello, milord!” The fighter said in greeting. “Thank you so much for inviting me over, I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and prepared dinner for us as a way of saying thanks.” she gushed, as she placed the basket on the table Corrin kept in his room, and began unpacking the contents. “Well, that wasn’t necessary, Charlotte, but I’m certainly thankful. I was just starting to get hungry!” he replied. “But, you know, you don’t have to wait for an invitation. You can visit any time you like.” “Oh, I could never come by without being invited...that would be much too improper.” she said, as she prepared each of them a plate and took her seat. Immediately, she crossed her legs, desperate for the slight relief it might offer. “Nonsense, Charlotte. Say, you aren’t nervous or anything, are you? Because really, this is incredibly informal, I just like to get to know the people I fight with better, and I’d like you to feel comfortable.” “It’d take a hell of a lot to make me comfortable right now...” Charlotte muttered under her breath. “What was that?” “Uh...” she stammered, her face flushed. “I said...there’s no way I could be uncomfortable right now! After all, I’m with a handsome man like you.” “Thanks, I’m glad to hear it.” Corrin blushed at her compliment, and Charlotte felt a thrill knowing she could have such an effect on him. She had almost slipped up, but she managed to turn it around! Finally, she watched as Corrin began to eat his meal, and she did the same. “This is really excellent, Charlotte. Thanks again for cooking this! I had no idea you were such a gifted chef.” Corrin said, and Charlotte began to grow slightly frustrated. It was great that he enjoyed her cooking so much, but if he didn’t stop talking, and finish the food, she would have no opportunity to relieve herself. “Oh, please, you flatterer!” Charlotte said, her face flushing slightly. She really was flattered that Corrin enjoyed her cooking so much. This might turn out even easier than she had thought, if only she could power through the meal. ~X~ Eventually the meal wound down. Corrin finished the last few bites, and Charlotte began cleaning up, placing any dirty dishes in the basket so she could clean them later. “Here, let me help you.” Corrin said, as he stood and made to help with the cleanup. “Oh, no, of course not, milord. Let me handle the cleaning, it’s no job for a prince!” “I...well, okay. But you don’t have to see me as a prince. Sure, I’m Norhian royalty, but Xander is the one who’s next in line for the throne. And I’m technically not even from Norh...” he said. “Nonsense! You’re just as much a royal as the rest of them. And you happen to be my favorite!” Charlotte said, with a wink. Suddenly, she froze. Another shot of pain ran through her, but she could do nothing to offer any relief with Corrin watching her. Before she could stop it, a slight spurt of piss escaped her, making a small dark spot on her light colored bottoms, a spot she prayed Corrin would not notice. “Hey, are you all right?” Corrin asked, springing to his feet and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Yes, I’m fine, I just need to take a moment and freshen up.” she said. “I...what do you mean?” “I have to piss! Where the hell is the bathroom around here!?” Charlotte snapped, her nerves utterly shot as she felt the pressure building up once more. “Woah, Charlotte? It’s uh...it’s right this way.” Corrin said, pointing her towards one of the doors in his room. He was shocked by the sudden change in Charlotte’s personality, but was infinitely more worried than upset. Charlotte headed for the room, but after just a few steps, she froze once more. She crossed her legs, and forced both hands against her crotch, trying desperately to relieve the pressure. But it was no use. She gasped as she felt the hot piss rush out of her, her poor bladder unable to handle the strain one second longer. Her bottoms were soaked immediately, and she felt the hot piss run down her legs and splatter onto the floor of Corrin’s room. Despite herself, the relief was so great, she couldn’t help from moaning. All the while, Corrin watched helplessly, wanting nothing more than to help his comrade and, he hoped, friend with her problem. But knowing there was nothing he could do. Finally, her bladder was empty. She moaned once more, basking in the relief for a short moment before realizing what she had done. “Ah hell!” she cried out. “I can’t believe I messed this up. Agh, and I was so close too. Whatever. I guess now you’ve seen me piss myself and seen the real me all at once.” she said, tears welling up in her eyes, “I’ll just show myself out now...I understand if you never want to see me again.” But before she could turn for the door, Corrin was upon her. She felt his arms wrap around her, and he pulled her in close to him, not seeming to care that she was still soaking wet. “Nonsense, Charlotte. It was just an accident, and I bet it was all because you wanted to get that meal over here while it was still warm.” “Well, yeah...but that was just...” Charlotte replied, but before she could admit she was only trying to win him over, he interrupted her. “No buts, Charlotte. I’m very thankful for the meal, and I think the real you is just as wonderful and charming as the fake you.” the prince said, and he planted a soft kiss on her cheek. “What...you mean it?” she asked, though she was reveling internally. She couldn’t believe things had gone so wrong, but apparently Corrin had fallen for her anyway. “Of course, I...I’d love to spend even more time wi-” Corrin never finished his sentence, as Charlotte pressed her lips against his, and the two kissed. Wedding plans whirled through Charlotte’s head, and she realized there was more to love about Corrin than his royal blood and his wealth; he had genuinely cared for her when she had such a shameful accident.
  13. Actually, if you read the terminals in the lab you find her in, it is stated that her creator modified a Mister Handy with a female personality based off of former friends and lovers, with a French accent he adored. I'm aware of the Miss Nanny models, but Curie is a highly modified Mister Handy. Thank you for the compliment, though!
  14. "How are you liking your new body?" you ask Curie, from across the table. "Oh, it is magnifique! Though I believe it will take a lot of getting used to." she answered, as she looked around the bar in the Third Rail, taking in the sights. "For instance, everything looks so different when you see with only two eyes!" "I can imagine." you say, smiling at her. "It's obviously going to be a big change for you, but I can already tell it's going to be for the better." "Yes! I will be able to make so much progress in my research with the spark of inspiration!" she said, excitement lighting up her face. In order to advance her research, you had assisted Curie in her efforts to transfer her memories from an aging Mr. Handy to a Synth body. After a brief time getting used to the basics of a synth body, and a trip to Daisy's to pick up some clothing for her new body, Curie had wanted to celebrate with some drinks at the Third Rail, something she had never hoped to experience. She had decided on a formal dress that fit her excellently, and as such, you had dressed up to match. "I'm excited to see what you'll accomplish, Curie." you say, excited for what the future might bring. Curie grew somewhat flustered, and said "Do not tease poor Curie!" with a slight giggle. As you are conversing, Whitechapel Charlie brings you your drinks, and jets off. "I am glad that you brought us here, I cannot wait to try my first drink! There are countless things for me to experience, that I have read about but never hoped to feel for myself!" Curie said, as she tasted her drink. She nodded, pleased by the taste, and downed it quickly. "Yahoo!" she exclaimed, and beckoned Charlie for another. "Curie, you might want to take it easy with that." you say, concerned. "You don't know how you'll be affected yet." "But of course, that is why I must learn, no?" she says, her confidence and curiosity convincing you she could handle it. "Yes, there is a lot you'll have to learn. But I'd be happy to teach you everything, Curie." you say, and see her face redden slightly once more. "One thing I do not believe I will ever get used to are these emotions. It is like a constant flurry of information, seeming to get worse when you speak to me. And yet, the feeling is not unpleasant. It is beyond understanding." she said, already working on a new drink Charlie had dropped off. ~X~ The drinking and conversation continued, you and Curie both enjoying a night out. Usually nights were reserved for watching over settlements and helping where needed, or for scavenging and exploring, but the Third Rail was a nice change of pace. While you had stayed restrained, still sipping occasionally from the same drink, Curie had been making the most of the night. She had wanted to try as many drinks as she could, and any she particularly liked she would usually order again. After the first couple of drinks, she started to giggle more frequently. A couple of times, she became so caught up talking that she forgot to breathe, and you would have to stop her to ensure she didn't pass out halfway through your night out. Of course, once she caught her breath, this would just make her laugh even more. "These drinks...they cause such strange feelings! I have information about alcohol, though it was more about its sanitation uses in a lab setting." Curie said. "But this is so new, so unique. I knew humans enjoyed it, but never thought it would be so fun! Yet it leaves me with a strange fullness.” Thinking nothing of it, you say “Well, that's normal when you drink so much. It'll just take some time to process through your body, then it will fade.” while you assumed Curie was simply filling up on drink, it was in fact her bladder that was becoming so full. “Intriguing, it is so different to actually feel such things, rather than work off of an encyclopedic knowledge.” she said, crossing her legs, and fidgeting slightly, doing anything that seemed to bring relief from her rapidly filling bladder. “What's wrong, Curie? You seem nervous.” you probe, wanting to help her in any way that you could. In response, you received a giggle. "No, I am not nervous. I just find that this fidgeting, this position, it helps with the pressure." she said, and it finally hits you that maybe there's more going on here than you thought. The way she was crossing her legs, and could hardly sit still, were obvious signs that she had to piss. You also realized just what an awkward situation this could be, considering this was the first time Curie had felt anything like this. "Curie, I think it's about time we head out. I was thinking we could split a room at the Hotel Rexford, and call it a night." you say, hoping she would leave with you now, so you could avoid being stuck here while her situation became worse and worse. "Awh, but I have not tried everything. If we go now, do you promise we can come back later?" she asked, with a face so hopeful that all you could do was agree, especially with the feelings all her squirming and fidgeting were causing in you. "Yes, of course!" you answer, as you rise from the table and help her up. "We can come back any time you'd like." "Wonderful! I shall await our return with baited breath!" Curie said. As you walked out, it seemed she was walking more slowly than when you came in, though whether that was your imagination or the fullness of her bladder, you couldn't tell. ~X~ By the time you reached the Hotel Rexford, paid for a room, and walked up the stairs, things were not going well for Curie. She could hardly walk by this point, and it seemed as though she had to keep her hands between her legs to have any hope of holding on. But strangely, that only seemed to thrill her. She hadn't stopped smiling once, and her giggling seemed more frequent, even if it did nearly cause her to piss herself each time. "Curie, that full feeling of yours? I was wrong before, I think it's actually a need to...relieve yourself." you say, hoping that while the feeling is new, she has plenty of information on the concept. "Oh!" she exclaimed. "That makes much more sense, but I feel as though I can hardly move, my dear friend." the desperation strained her voice, and you could tell her bladder must be killing her. As you moved towards her, to help walk her to the hotel room's bathroom, she suddenly doubled over. The pressure in her bladder surged up in a wave too painful for her to bear, and a spurt of piss escaped her before she could stop it. With her hands jamming her dress between her legs, a dark patch formed. You reached her, and helped her stand up straight. "It's okay, Curie, I know this must feel awful, but we'll get you to the bathroom." you say, trying to comfort her. "Awful? No, it is actually quite pleasant. I feel such a strange warmth, the relief is very pleasant." she said, giggling. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It had always been a secret pleasure for you, but hearing Curie so casually say she enjoyed it was almost too much for you. The shock stopped you dead in your tracks, but Curie didn't have that brief moment to spare. Before you could regain your composure, Curie let out a moan that was a mix of desperation and pleasure, as her bladder emptied itself. The hot piss soaked through her hands, her dress, and rushed down her legs, splattering onto the floor. It seemed like the torrent would never stop, but after a moment she was empty. "That was...unexpected." Curie said, still smiling from the pleasure it had brought her. "And we can do that again, yes?" "Uh...yeah, but it's not something that we can do in public." you say, feeling a strange mixture of dread and excitement for how such a curious and experimentative mind would react to an explanation of fetishes. But you had to make sure Curie understood that these things had their place. Author's Note: Welp, I finally did it. I'm not sure if I'll write more for the series or not, the story centered on each female companion was all I had planned. Regardless, I hope everybody likes it!
  15. Piper Wright had taken her leave of Diamond City several hours ago. Having published an article accusing Mayor McDonough of being a synthetic replacement installed by the Institute – known as Synths for short – she had decided to be out of town for the worst of the fallout. After printing the story, she left it with Nat for delivery, and walked out of the house. She had felt the need to piss before she left, but wanted to be sure she was gone before the story had time to spread. Deciding she could make it back before she ran into any real trouble, she made her way towards the city's entrance anyway. Whenever Piper left Diamond City, she would explore some of the local landmarks that the Commonwealth had to offer. One of her favorite parts of Publick Occurrences was reporting on the dangers of the Commonwealth, in order to help the citizens of Diamond City. While much of the paper focused on casting light on the Institute's actions in the Commonwealth, Piper enjoyed being able to help people on a more basic level. Her many ventures out had made her fairly confident in her abilities in the wasteland. As a journalist, she was very observant and spotted most dangers before it was too late, and was fairly gifted with her trusty 10mm pistol. Today it seemed like everywhere she went was cleared. A few raider groups were trying to re-establish in buildings near the Back Bay, staying well away from Swan, of course. But they didn't spot her, and she didn't want to pick a fight. Especially since, having been out for a while, her bladder had become quite full. It had become a pressing concern the last few minutes, but it was probably about time for her to head back to the city anyway. Surely the story would have run its course, and however mad the Mayor was, he wouldn't have the initial fury he undoubtedly felt on reading the story. She could walk back, get to her house, and be just fine. What could go wrong? ~X~ “What do you mean you can't open the gate? Stop playing around, Danny! I'm standing out here in the open, for crying out loud!” Piper shouted, her desperation starting to be too much for her. If she were locked out for too long, there would be no way she'd make it home before she lost control. She knew the Mayor would be mad, but never suspected he'd have the nerve to lock her out. “I got orders not to let you in, Miss Piper. I'm sorry, I'm just doing my job.” Danny Sullivan, the gate guard of Diamond City answered, apologetically. “'Just doing your job?' Protecting Diamond City means keeping me out, is that it? 'Oh, look, it's the scary reporter!' Boo!” Piper mocked. “I'm sorry, but Mayor McDonough's really steamed, Piper. Sayin' that article you wrote was all lies. The whole city's in a tizzy.” He said, in an effort to defend himself. Undeterred, Piper growled in frustration and said “You open this gate right now, Danny Sullivan! I live here. You can't just lock me out!” But, when there was no response, sighed with resignation. If Danny wouldn't open the gate, there was no way she could return to her home. As if on cue, a twinge of pain shot through her, causing her to cross her legs lightly to maintain her control. Just before she turned to walk away, and hopefully find somewhere she could relieve herself safely and privately be to their help and some of her ingenuity, she had gotten the city gates opened for the both of them. Piper's relief on entering the city was short lived, however, as Mayor McDonough was waiting to confront her. “Piper! Who let you back inside? I told Sullivan to keep that gate shut!” The Mayor shouted. “You devious rabble-rousing slanderer! The...the level of dishonesty in that paper of yours! I'll have that printer scrapped for parts!” Cutting him off before he could finish, as she was far too desperate to listen to his tirade, Piper said “Is that a statement, Mr. McDonough? 'Tyrant Mayor Shuts Down the Press'?” While the Mayor stammered for a response, she turned to the newcomer once more. “Why don't we ask the newcomer. You support the press, right?” The involvement of a newcomer to Diamond City shut down McDonough completely, as he began pandering to them to make up for his bad first impression. And it was a good thing, as Piper's situation had reached a critical stage. It took all of her willpower to keep her bladder under control without using her hands or crossing her legs, neither of which she would allow the Mayor to see. During his spiel, Piper offered an interview to the stranger, and took off. The walk from the city's entrance to the Publick Occurrences building that also served as her house was short, but even so, Piper was hardly able to make it. Her walk was slow, and steady, as she knew that rushing would only make holding the flood of piss that much harder. After what felt like an agonizing eternity, she reached the door, made it inside, and shut it behind her. Piper breathed a sigh of relief, she had made it home without incident. She could now make it to her bathroom, and the crisis would be averted. As she tried to move away from the door, however, she felt an intense twinge of pain and pressure as her bladder begged her for relief. Before she could stop it, a spurt of piss shot out, running down her leg and forming a small dark patch. Piper groaned in frustration. She had made it so far! There was no way she'd piss herself, not when she was so close to salvation. She steeled herself, and walked towards the bathroom. Each step was agonizing, her body desperately wanted relief, she just hoped that she could force herself to hold it just long enough. She reached the bathroom, but before she could so much as open the door the pressure overwhelmed her. Despite her best efforts to staunch the flow, she pressed her hands between her legs but couldn't stop the warm piss from flooding down her legs, soaking her pants and splattering onto the floor. After what felt like an eternity, her bladder was finally empty. Piper took a shuddering breath, unable to believe she had pissed herself. She had fallen back against the door of the bathroom, unable to keep to her feet. As she caught her breath, she righted herself, and sighed. It looked like she had some cleaning up to do, hopefully before Nat made her way back home, or she would never hear the end of it. Author's Note: Here it is, I hope it lives up to expectations!
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