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    PPP got a reaction from JupiterStarzz for a blog entry, Day 15: In a Container (Inside Job)   
    Reagan Ridley wiped the sweat from her brow and gave the screwdriver another turn. 
    “Tight! Too tight!”
    “I knew I should have powered you down for this,” Reagan grumbled. The scientist took a step back from her current project: Alpha-Beta, a robotic replica of the U.S. president. He was one of many questionably ethical creations of Cognito Inc, a shadowy organization that essentially ran the world behind the scenes. Their ROBOTUS project had hit a small snag when Alpha-Beta tried to wipe out humanity, but that was water under the bridge now. In exchange for his continued help, Reagan was giving him an upgrade, adding a set of treads to the robot’s lower torso. And enduring his criticisms the whole time.
     
    “Sorry,” said Alpha-Beta, in a voice that was clearly not used to apologizing. “I… appreciate you doing this, Reagan. It hasn’t been easy, sitting there immobile and watching the same episodes of Friends on repeat.” He sighed. “Ross and Rachel really need to just call it quits for good.”
    “Preach,” said Reagan. “Tell you what, if you keep me informed on the crazy bullshit everyone else is up to, I can get you the next season.”
    “Excellent!” shouted Alpha-Beta, his eyes lighting up (literally, he’s a robot). “Gigi’s trying to collect a different pair of shoes for every day of the month! Glenn’s been hate-watching Blackfish on repeat! And Andre’s working on-”
    “Not now!” Reagan groaned. “I need to concentrate, and I’ve been at this for… shit, nine hours? Why did I have to make this thing so damn complicated?” She stood up and stretched. “Time for a pick-me-up.”
     
    Reagan strolled over to her fridge and pulled out a large can.
    “What’s that?” asked Alpha-Beta. “You’re not going to work on me drunk again, are you?”
    “Oh, this isn’t pure alcohol,” Reagan reassured him. “It’s my special mix of Red Bull and vodka. I call it Яed Bull.” She frowned. “That name only really works in written form.”
    “Reagan, you have a problem,” Alpha-Beta sighed as she chugged the whole can. “And by ‘a’ I mean ‘many, but let’s focus on the drinking right now.’”
    “The urge to shut you down is rising again,” Reagan grumbled.
    “Not the darkness!” cried Alpha-Beta “I mean, I’ll take your statement into consideration.”
    “That’s what I thought,” Reagan said to herself as she resumed her work.
     
    Re-energized, Reagan kept at it for a while, connecting circuits, welding seams, and tightening bolts. After about an hour, though, she began to feel a familiar pressure in her midsection.
    “Goddammit,” she grumbled. Reagan had a lot of personal problems to deal with, but one of the most irritating was her weak bladder (which some said was genetic). Keeping that in mind, she decided she had no choice.
    “Excuse me for a minute,” said Reagan. “Gotta take a break.”
    “A break?” Alpha-Beta repeated. “What kind of- oh, I see. In that case, I would like to remind you of the spy cameras recently installed in all the restrooms.”
    “Shit, I forgot about that. Wait, what makes you think I need to-”
    “Your legs are shaking, you’re noticeably fidgeting, and you recently drank a massive can of Яed Bull.” Alpha-Beta rationalized. “It doesn’t take a genius-level AI to see what’s going on.”
    “Alright, alright!” Reagan snapped. “Can’t you disable those cameras?”
    “I’ve tried, but the firewall is insane,” said Alpha-Beta. “Plus, according to the cams, Andre’s currently shooting up in one of the bathrooms. And in another one, Myc’s… honestly, I can’t tell what that freaky fucking mushroom is doing, and frankly I don’t want to.”
    “Guess just using the toilet’s out, then,” sighed Reagan. “Why is nothing ever simple around here?”
     
    With that, Reagan began searching her lab for something suitable to pee in. She found a few beakers and test tubes, but none were very large, and Regan was worried about overflowing. After several minutes, she found she was getting truly desperate; she had to put an active effort into holding it in. Reagan had just about given up hope when her eyes fell upon her discarded soda/beer can.
    “It’s a long shot,” she said to herself, “but fuck it; I’m not about to wet my pants.”
     
    With that, Reagan grabbed a pocket knife and cut off the top of the can. She moved out of Alpha-Beta’s line of sight (even though she was fairly certain the robot wasn’t interested in watching her pee), then pulled down her pants and underwear. She barely had time to hold the can up to her crotch before her bladder let go, emptying with a loud hiss. Reagan sighed in relief, glad that she hadn’t wet herself. She moved the can even closer to the source of her pee stream, making sure that not a single drop spilled on the floor.
     
    After about a minute, Reagan finished her impromptu bathroom break. She put down the can, which was nearly full to the brim, and redressed herself. The odor of her pee wasn’t exactly pleasant, so she covered up the can with a spare bit of plastic wrap. She’d dispose of it later, but currently she was focused on returning to her work, hopefully with no more interruptions.
    “Hey, Reagan!”
    Reagan sighed as her coworker Brett entered the room. She liked him despite his excessive cheeriness, but this was not the time.
    “Kind busy here, Brett,” she said, not looking up.
    “Oh, I see that; I’m just here to pick up a little something for Andre,” Brett explained. “He just came out of the bathroom and told me about this new idea he had and he said he needed-”
    “Whatever it is, take it,” Reagan interrupted.
    “Thanks, Reagan! You’re the best!”
    Reagan still didn’t turn away from her work as Brett rummaged through her lab, but curiosity got the better of her as she heard him open the door to leave.
    “Hey,” she called, “what was it you- oh, shit!”
    It looked like Brett hadn’t heard her. More importantly, the can was missing.
    “Dammit, I thought Andre wanted some plutonium or something,” she cried, “not a drink!”
    “A ‘drink’ that I suggest you recover,” said Alpha-Beta.
     
    Regan sprinted out of her lab and down the halls calling Brett’s name, but there was no sign of him. She ran almost all the way to Andre’s lab before she found him- heading in the opposite direction.
    “Brett!” she shouted. “Did you give Andre that can?”
    “Sure did!” Brett replied. 
    “Goddammit, that wasn’t a drink!” Reagan groaned. “It was… it was my… piss.” She felt herself turning red. “I’m sorry, I-”
    “Oh, I know,” said Brett.
    “-didn’t think that…,” Reagan continued. “Wait, what?”
    “I knew it was pee,” he said. “Andre said he needed human urine for his latest experiment. I think he called it ‘Dr. Andre Lee’s Fluid Flotations.’”
    “I have so many questions,” said Reagan, though she was glad Andre hadn’t accidentally drank her pee. “Most importantly, why did it have to be me?”
     
    “Well,” Brett replied, “Andre’s pee has enough drugs in it to flunk a dozen tests and Gigi would think it was some sort of sex thing. And remember how after last week’s experiment, Glenn said he was ‘done giving bodily fluids for America’?”
    “Ugh, I’m trying to forget,” Reagan shuddered. “But why couldn’t you have done it?
    “Oh, I have a shy bladder,” Brett admitted. “I can’t go if I even think someone’s nearby.”
    “Thanks for the information,” Reagan said dully. She sighed. “Great. Now this whole place is gonna think I’m some sort of weirdo who pisses in soda cans.”
    “Don’t worry,” Brett replied. “I figured you’d be embarrassed if I stole your pee, so I told Andre it was mine.”
    “Thanks,” said Reagan, cracking a rare smile.
    “Anytime,” said Brett. “You know what they say: friends swap secrets, true friends swap pee.”
    “Nobody says that, Brett.”
    “Yeah, I know,” he admitted. “But we could make it a thing!”
    “Let’s not,” said Reagan.
    “Yeah, you’re probably right,” said Brett. “Anyway, I gotta go. See you later!”
    “Later,” Reagan replied. Hopefully it would be a while before she had to “go” as well.
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    PPP got a reaction from MM2000 for a blog entry, Day 11: Scared/Surprised Into Wetting (Metroid)   
    Samus Aran, intergalactic bounty hunter, stared at the door before her and cursed her luck. Her time exploring the planet known only as ZDR had been plagued by increasingly deadly foes, chief among them being the Extraplanetary Multiform Mobile Identifiers, or E.M.M.I. These advanced robots had originally been sent in for observation purposes by the Galactic Federation. However, an unknown party had reprogrammed them with a single purpose: to kill. Samus had fought several, each with a unique and lethal ability, and she was under the impression that she had destroyed them all. The cuboid markings on the door, however, could only mean one thing: an E.M.M.I. Zone. She took a deep breath and went through.
     
    The room beyond was horribly silent. Samus knew the procedure: she would have to evade the E.M.M.I. until she could locate the Central Unit controlling it and take the powerful weapon within. If the robot found her, it would kill her. It was a deceptively simple objective. Samus looked at the map on her visor and frowned. This Zone appeared to be much larger than the ones she had previously encountered, and there was no sign of the E.M.M.I. Hesitantly, Samus stepped forward. She took care to move silently; the E.M.M.I. could pick up on the slightest sound.
    It could be anywhere, Samus told herself. Could be at the end, could- there!
     
    Samus felt her heart leap as a bright blue spotlight lit up the floor in front of her. She shuffled back a few steps before looking up to confirm her suspicions. Sure enough, the E.M.M.I. was there, hanging from the ceiling with its powerful claws, its eerie red eye scanning the floor below. Samus held her breath as the robot looked around, then turned away from her. It crawled away along the ceiling, heading into a corridor that led to an upper level. Samus waited until it was out of sight before continuing. She took the first set of stairs she found leading down, eager to create some distance.
     
    Several tense minutes passed. For Samus, the good news was that she saw no sign of the E.M.M.I. The bad news was that she also didn’t see any Central Unit either. Or an exit for that matter. As she progressed further, Samus realized she had another problem. She had been on ZDR for quite a while, with no chances to take a bathroom break. Now, her bladder was starting to make its discomfort known. Samus shuddered and tried to ignore it. Her Power Suit had a built-in waste removal system in case of emergencies, but she hated using it; there was always an uncomfortable dampness left behind. 
    Gotta hold it for now, Samus thought, trudging onwards.
     
    It wasn’t long before Samus became truly desperate. Her legs shook as she walked forward and it was taking a concentrated effort to stop herself from leaking. 
    Where’s the Central Unit? Or the exit, she moaned internally. I’m going to- there!
    Samus breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted another marked door at the end of a long corridor. Once she got out, she could find a place to relieve herself, then continue her mission. Samus dashed forward, her bladder begging for release. She was almost at the door when the blue light shone in front of her.
     
    Samus didn’t frighten easily, but she felt her heart race at the near miss. As she saw the E.M.M.I. crawling down the wall in front of her, she felt another effect of the shock: she had leaked out a single drop of pee. Embarrassed, Samus quickly got the leak under control and activated her Phantom Cloak, a device that could shield her from the robot’s gaze. Indeed, the E.M.M.I’s eye passed right over her, instead landing on a bloodstain that some unfortunate creature had left on the floor. Vents opened up on its metallic face, and it let out a low hissing sound.
    It’s smelling, Samus realized. It can’t see me but this one can probably smell bodily fluids, like blood or… urine.
     
    Samus’ blood turned to ice as the E.M.M.I. looked at her again. It hissed a second time, then the light it emitted turned red. It had tracked her down. The robot rushed towards her, razor-sharp claws extended. Desperate, Samus countered with a melee strike, hitting the E.M.M.I. right in the eye. It was stunned only momentarily, but that was long enough for her to slide underneath it and make it to the exit.
     
    Once she was on the other side of the door, Samus sank to the floor, her heart still pounding. 
    That was too close, she thought. I- ahh!
    Samus’ tortured bladder couldn’t take it any longer, and was leaking at an alarming rate. 
    “No!” cried Samus, but it was no use; the floodgates opened and she felt the warm wetness spread in the crotch of her suit. She groaned in dismay. The relief felt good, but she had been trying to avoid this exact scenario. Now, there was nothing to do but sit there and wet herself while she waited for her suit’s system to dry her.
    “When I get back in there,” Samus muttered to herself, “I’ll turn that E.M.MI. into scrap metal."
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    PPP got a reaction from akarin for a blog entry, Day 17: Adding Omo to a Canon Scene (DMC5)   
    Nicoletta Goldstein drummed her fingers on the dashboard of her van. As the official gunsmith for an entire group of Devil Hunters, her life was rarely dull. This was one of the exceptions. Her partner Nero had gone to fight off the giant demon Gilgamesh, and she had been left to look after one of the other Hunters: the stylish slayer known only as Lady. Nero had rescued her from inside a demon, and she was now slumbering on the couch in the back of the van, wearing only a thin bed sheet.
     
    “C’mon, wake up already,” Nico muttered. “It’s been hours!” She took another drag of her cigarette and flicked away the ash. It had almost entirely burned away by the time she heard something move behind her.
    “Dante…”
    “Lady?” Nico turned and sure enough, her charge was beginning to stir. “Hold still,” said Nico, rushing over to the couch, where Lady was groggily opening her eyes.
    “Where’s… Dante?” she groaned.
    “Don’t worry,” Nico reassured her, “Nero’s on the job. He’ll have Dante and Trish back before you know it!”
    “Nico…I need…”
    “You just take it easy, you hear?” said Nico. “You need something to eat? Maybe some, uh, clothes?”
    “I… need to pee.”
     
    “Oh,” said Nico, feeling herself blush. “Yeah, that makes sense. You’ve been asleep for so long, no wonder you gotta go.”
    “Help me up,” said Lady, extending an arm.
    “I would,” Nico replied, “but the toilet on this van’s, ah, under repairs. But I’m sure we could find a bathroom- woah, what are you doing?”
    It looked like it had taken some effort, but Lady had stood up, letting the sheet drop to the floor. Nico blushed even harder at the sight of her nude body and quickly turned away.
    “Watch my back for me, will you?” Lady asked.
     
    —--------------
     
    Damn, thought Lady, I’m about to burst! 
    She staggered her way to the van’s door, opened it and squatted on the ground behind it, hopefully concealing her from view. Her bladder couldn’t wait any longer and as there was no clothing in the way, it eagerly began releasing its contents with a loud gushing sound. Lady closed her eyes and let out a moan of relief as she sprayed the ground with the force of a fire hose. The golden puddle between her legs grew at an astounding rate, so much so that Lady had to widen her squat to avoid peeing on her toes. She was starting to wonder if she would ever be empty when she finally felt the pressure behind her stream begin to die down. It was still quite some time before it stopped completely, however.
    Much better, Lady thought, staring at the massive pool in front of her. I can’t believe I was holding in that much!
     
    Her business completed, Lady returned to the van, only to find that Nico was nowhere to be seen. 
    “Nico?” Lady called. Then she heard something moving outside of the passenger door. She opened it and was greeted by the sight of Nico faced away from her and squatting, ass out. What she was doing would have been obvious even without the gentle hissing sound coming from beneath her.
    “Ahh!” Nico turned at the sound of the door opening. She stood and yanked her shorts back up in a hurry. “Shit,” she grumbled, “last few drops went into my pants.”
    “Sorry,” said Lady, “I just didn’t know where you were.”
    “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Nico told her. “It’s just that I heard you taking a leak and it made me have to go too.” She blushed again. “So, uh, how much did you see?”
    “Less than you’re seeing of me right now,” Lady replied. “I’ll take you up on the offer of clothes now.”
    “Sure thing,” said Nico. “I got some spare outfits in the back.” She chuckled. “I’m just glad we were able to take care of things before the boys came back!”
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    PPP got a reaction from The Mirage for a blog entry, Day 15: In a Container (Inside Job)   
    Reagan Ridley wiped the sweat from her brow and gave the screwdriver another turn. 
    “Tight! Too tight!”
    “I knew I should have powered you down for this,” Reagan grumbled. The scientist took a step back from her current project: Alpha-Beta, a robotic replica of the U.S. president. He was one of many questionably ethical creations of Cognito Inc, a shadowy organization that essentially ran the world behind the scenes. Their ROBOTUS project had hit a small snag when Alpha-Beta tried to wipe out humanity, but that was water under the bridge now. In exchange for his continued help, Reagan was giving him an upgrade, adding a set of treads to the robot’s lower torso. And enduring his criticisms the whole time.
     
    “Sorry,” said Alpha-Beta, in a voice that was clearly not used to apologizing. “I… appreciate you doing this, Reagan. It hasn’t been easy, sitting there immobile and watching the same episodes of Friends on repeat.” He sighed. “Ross and Rachel really need to just call it quits for good.”
    “Preach,” said Reagan. “Tell you what, if you keep me informed on the crazy bullshit everyone else is up to, I can get you the next season.”
    “Excellent!” shouted Alpha-Beta, his eyes lighting up (literally, he’s a robot). “Gigi’s trying to collect a different pair of shoes for every day of the month! Glenn’s been hate-watching Blackfish on repeat! And Andre’s working on-”
    “Not now!” Reagan groaned. “I need to concentrate, and I’ve been at this for… shit, nine hours? Why did I have to make this thing so damn complicated?” She stood up and stretched. “Time for a pick-me-up.”
     
    Reagan strolled over to her fridge and pulled out a large can.
    “What’s that?” asked Alpha-Beta. “You’re not going to work on me drunk again, are you?”
    “Oh, this isn’t pure alcohol,” Reagan reassured him. “It’s my special mix of Red Bull and vodka. I call it Яed Bull.” She frowned. “That name only really works in written form.”
    “Reagan, you have a problem,” Alpha-Beta sighed as she chugged the whole can. “And by ‘a’ I mean ‘many, but let’s focus on the drinking right now.’”
    “The urge to shut you down is rising again,” Reagan grumbled.
    “Not the darkness!” cried Alpha-Beta “I mean, I’ll take your statement into consideration.”
    “That’s what I thought,” Reagan said to herself as she resumed her work.
     
    Re-energized, Reagan kept at it for a while, connecting circuits, welding seams, and tightening bolts. After about an hour, though, she began to feel a familiar pressure in her midsection.
    “Goddammit,” she grumbled. Reagan had a lot of personal problems to deal with, but one of the most irritating was her weak bladder (which some said was genetic). Keeping that in mind, she decided she had no choice.
    “Excuse me for a minute,” said Reagan. “Gotta take a break.”
    “A break?” Alpha-Beta repeated. “What kind of- oh, I see. In that case, I would like to remind you of the spy cameras recently installed in all the restrooms.”
    “Shit, I forgot about that. Wait, what makes you think I need to-”
    “Your legs are shaking, you’re noticeably fidgeting, and you recently drank a massive can of Яed Bull.” Alpha-Beta rationalized. “It doesn’t take a genius-level AI to see what’s going on.”
    “Alright, alright!” Reagan snapped. “Can’t you disable those cameras?”
    “I’ve tried, but the firewall is insane,” said Alpha-Beta. “Plus, according to the cams, Andre’s currently shooting up in one of the bathrooms. And in another one, Myc’s… honestly, I can’t tell what that freaky fucking mushroom is doing, and frankly I don’t want to.”
    “Guess just using the toilet’s out, then,” sighed Reagan. “Why is nothing ever simple around here?”
     
    With that, Reagan began searching her lab for something suitable to pee in. She found a few beakers and test tubes, but none were very large, and Regan was worried about overflowing. After several minutes, she found she was getting truly desperate; she had to put an active effort into holding it in. Reagan had just about given up hope when her eyes fell upon her discarded soda/beer can.
    “It’s a long shot,” she said to herself, “but fuck it; I’m not about to wet my pants.”
     
    With that, Reagan grabbed a pocket knife and cut off the top of the can. She moved out of Alpha-Beta’s line of sight (even though she was fairly certain the robot wasn’t interested in watching her pee), then pulled down her pants and underwear. She barely had time to hold the can up to her crotch before her bladder let go, emptying with a loud hiss. Reagan sighed in relief, glad that she hadn’t wet herself. She moved the can even closer to the source of her pee stream, making sure that not a single drop spilled on the floor.
     
    After about a minute, Reagan finished her impromptu bathroom break. She put down the can, which was nearly full to the brim, and redressed herself. The odor of her pee wasn’t exactly pleasant, so she covered up the can with a spare bit of plastic wrap. She’d dispose of it later, but currently she was focused on returning to her work, hopefully with no more interruptions.
    “Hey, Reagan!”
    Reagan sighed as her coworker Brett entered the room. She liked him despite his excessive cheeriness, but this was not the time.
    “Kind busy here, Brett,” she said, not looking up.
    “Oh, I see that; I’m just here to pick up a little something for Andre,” Brett explained. “He just came out of the bathroom and told me about this new idea he had and he said he needed-”
    “Whatever it is, take it,” Reagan interrupted.
    “Thanks, Reagan! You’re the best!”
    Reagan still didn’t turn away from her work as Brett rummaged through her lab, but curiosity got the better of her as she heard him open the door to leave.
    “Hey,” she called, “what was it you- oh, shit!”
    It looked like Brett hadn’t heard her. More importantly, the can was missing.
    “Dammit, I thought Andre wanted some plutonium or something,” she cried, “not a drink!”
    “A ‘drink’ that I suggest you recover,” said Alpha-Beta.
     
    Regan sprinted out of her lab and down the halls calling Brett’s name, but there was no sign of him. She ran almost all the way to Andre’s lab before she found him- heading in the opposite direction.
    “Brett!” she shouted. “Did you give Andre that can?”
    “Sure did!” Brett replied. 
    “Goddammit, that wasn’t a drink!” Reagan groaned. “It was… it was my… piss.” She felt herself turning red. “I’m sorry, I-”
    “Oh, I know,” said Brett.
    “-didn’t think that…,” Reagan continued. “Wait, what?”
    “I knew it was pee,” he said. “Andre said he needed human urine for his latest experiment. I think he called it ‘Dr. Andre Lee’s Fluid Flotations.’”
    “I have so many questions,” said Reagan, though she was glad Andre hadn’t accidentally drank her pee. “Most importantly, why did it have to be me?”
     
    “Well,” Brett replied, “Andre’s pee has enough drugs in it to flunk a dozen tests and Gigi would think it was some sort of sex thing. And remember how after last week’s experiment, Glenn said he was ‘done giving bodily fluids for America’?”
    “Ugh, I’m trying to forget,” Reagan shuddered. “But why couldn’t you have done it?
    “Oh, I have a shy bladder,” Brett admitted. “I can’t go if I even think someone’s nearby.”
    “Thanks for the information,” Reagan said dully. She sighed. “Great. Now this whole place is gonna think I’m some sort of weirdo who pisses in soda cans.”
    “Don’t worry,” Brett replied. “I figured you’d be embarrassed if I stole your pee, so I told Andre it was mine.”
    “Thanks,” said Reagan, cracking a rare smile.
    “Anytime,” said Brett. “You know what they say: friends swap secrets, true friends swap pee.”
    “Nobody says that, Brett.”
    “Yeah, I know,” he admitted. “But we could make it a thing!”
    “Let’s not,” said Reagan.
    “Yeah, you’re probably right,” said Brett. “Anyway, I gotta go. See you later!”
    “Later,” Reagan replied. Hopefully it would be a while before she had to “go” as well.
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    PPP got a reaction from akarin for a blog entry, Day 2: Trying to Get Out of a Complicated Outfit (Dorohedoro)   
    In the city so dismal that it was known as “the Hole,” the only ones with power were the Sorcerers. The mafia-like organization ruled the place with an iron fist and had a huge array of “cleaners” to carry out various nefarious tasks. Two of them were currently making their way down a dingy alleyway. They were certainly an odd pair. One was a broad-shouldered man wearing a tuxedo and a mask shaped like a realistic heart. The other was a woman who was even more muscular than him, dressed in a complicated leather dress with lots of clasps and buttons.
     
    “Well,” said the man, “it looks like we have our work cut out for us.”
    “Are you kidding, Shin?” the woman replied. “Killing this lizard-headed bastard is gonna be easy!”
    Shin sighed. “I hope you’re right, Noi.”
    The two were heading back from dinner with their boss, a man named En. They had dressed nicely for the occasion and the food was excellent, but they had lost their appetites when they learned that the mushrooms they had been eating were once people (long story). At least the martinis they had been served were good. Noi in particular had downed several glasses, and was just now starting to feel their effects on her bladder.
     
    “Noi? What’s wrong?” Shin asked a few minutes later. “You’re fidgeting, are you okay? Is it stomach pains?”
    “What?” said Noi, unaware that she had been squirming. “No, it’s not the food, it’s the drink.”
    “That’s what’s making you sick? I thought-”
    Noi laughed. “Nah, I just really need to take a piss.”
    “I see,” said Shin, sounding embarrassed. “Well, there should be a restroom nearby.”
    “Are you kidding?” Noi replied. “Peeing outside is one of life’s simplest pleasures!”
    “If you say so.” Shin pointed to a side alley. “You can go in there; I’ll watch. I-I mean I’ll keep watch in case anyone comes by.”
    “Sounds good.”
     
    Once she was in the alley and certain that she was alone, Noi yanked down her pants- or at least she tried to. The dress she was wearing over them was too tight!
    “Dammit,” Noi muttered. She undid the clasps around her waist, but her clothes still wouldn’t budge. Starting to get a bit desperate, she unbuttoned the front of the dress and tried to pull it over her head, but it was still no good. Then she felt a drop of urine leak out, and knew she didn’t have long.
    “Screw it,” Noi said to herself. She gripped the dress in her massive hands and pulled. With a loud ripping noise, the garment was torn clean off. Now standing in her pants and bra, Noi was letting out even more leaks. With no time to lose, she yanked her pants and underwear down, then reached between her legs and spread her folds. There was a brief pause. Then the flood came.
     
    Noi’s bladder let go and a torrent of pee shot out of her, striking the wall in front of her with such force that Noi nearly splashed herself. She laughed as she saw the power her stream was getting, and shook her hips to really give the wall a good soaking. Noi’s massive, gushing piss continued for a solid minute before her bladder was empty. She shook off the last few drops, pulled her pants back up, and rejoined Shin, still sans dress.
    “Feeling better?” he asked.
    “You betcha!” Noi replied, slapping him on the back.
    “Good to hear. Say, what happened to your dress?”
    “Too tight,” said Noi. “I couldn’t get it undone in time.”
    “That’s a shame,” said Shin. “It was a nice outfit.”
    “Yeah,” Noi laughed, but letting out all that piss felt even nicer!”
     
     
     
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    PPP got a reaction from Omo-Bomber for a blog entry, Day 23: Wetting Skintight Clothes (Spider-Gwen)   
    Wind rushed past Gwen Stacy as she plummeted from the bridge, her vision blurring in front of her. She could hear the evil laughter above her, and the rush of the river below her. 
    Not good, was Gwen’s only thought. Then she stretched one hand out and shot a sticky rope-like web upwards. It stuck to the very bottom of the bridge, turning her uncontrolled fall into a graceful swing. Cold droplets sprayed as she glided under the bridge, skimming the surface of the water. When Gwen reached the apex of her swing, she shot another web, this time hitting one of the arches towering above her. She used it to scale the bridge like a rock climber, and just like that, she was back in the fight.
     
    Perched atop the column, it was clear that Hobgoblin thought he had won. He never saw the web that engulfed him, wrapping him up like a present. The villain struggled against his bonds, but it was no use.
    “Just like a fly,” said Gwen with a smirk. Years ago, she had been bitten by a radioactive spider, giving her incredible powers. Now, she patrolled New York City as the superheroine Spider-Woman. Gwen ignored Hobgoblin’s curses and protests, and simply fired a strand of web at a nearby skyscraper and swung away.
     
    Gwen’s momenntum sent her soaring over the city to land on a rooftop, scattering some roosting pigeons. She took a moment to catch her breath; it had been a busy night. In addition to Hobgoblin, she had captured Kraven the Hunter and stopped a bank robbery by Scorpion. As Gwen stretched out, she felt a familiar pressure in her midsection. She realized at once what it meant, and wasn’t surprised; after all, she had been fighting crime for hours with no bathroom breaks. 
    No biggie, Gwen thought. My patrol’s almost done; one more sweep should do it. Hopefully it’ll just be some street-level crime.
    “-all units, calling all units! Backup requested, urgent!” 
    Gwen’s heightened senses easily picked up the police broadcast from several blocks away.
    “Currently engaged with superhuman hostile, repeat- aaagh!”
    The call was cut short, but Gwen was already on her way, swinging from roof to roof with ease.
     
    When she arrived on the scene, Gwen didn’t understand what was wrong at first. Several officers were sprawled out in an alley, lying in a massive puddle of water. Then the liquid shifted, forming a human shape, and she understood: it was Hydro-Man, a shape-shifting supervillain. Gwen’s bladder tingled uncomfortably at the sloshing noises he made, but she didn’t let that stop her. She leapt right into the fight and fired a web at Hydro-Man, but the projectile passed harmlessly through his liquid form. The villain snarled at his challenger and shot a high-pressure stream of water from his hand. Gwen easily rolled out of the way, and the blast tore through the wall behind her. More blasts followed, but she managed to evade every one of them.
     
    Gwen felt her bladder spasm, and she winced as a few drops of urine leaked out.
    Gotta end this quickly, she thought. Looking around, her eyes fell on one of the fallen officer’s belts, and the taser that was strapped to it. Gwen snatched the weapon, aimed at Hydro-Man, and pulled the trigger. The darts hit him square in the chest, and the villain howled in pain as electricity flowed through him. He collapsed to the ground and lay there twitching.
     
    The police officers were beginning to stir, so Gwen decided to leave the defeated Hydro-Man to them. Plus, by this point, she really needed to pee. Gwen swung away, hoping to find some out-of-the-way place to relieve herself. She landed in an abandoned alley and began struggling to get her suit off. Unfortunately, that was when her bladder decided it had been too long.
    “No!” Gwen cried as she tried in vain to stop herself from leaking. It was no use; she felt her crotch grow warm and wet. She groaned in embarrassment and discomfort. Wetting herself would have been bad enough, but Gwen’s suit was so tight that instead of running down her legs, her pee instead pooled up around her groin. She looked down and cringed at the growing patch of darkness.
     
    The mortifying ordeal seemed to go on for ages, but Gwen’s bladder was eventually empty. She stood there in shock, red-faced beneath her mask.
    I can’t believe that happened, she lamented. This feels so gross! 
    Gwen looked up and saw the sun rising. At least now she would be able to take a break and change out of her soiled costume.
    “If anyone asks, Hydro-Man did it,” she grumbled.
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    PPP got a reaction from bibibibi for a blog entry, Day 22: Peeing From a High-Up Place (D&D)   
    The sun rose over the summits of Wyrmdoom Crag. One of the deadliest peaks in all of Faerun, it was home to a race hard as the stone that comprised the mountains: the Goliaths. With the blood of giants flowing through their veins, these hulking gray-skinned folk were renowned for their strength and endurance. And of all the tribes, none were more impressive than the Thuunlagalaka Clan, whose heroic feats were known throughout the Forgotten Realms. As the morning sun passed over their camp, one of their members got ready for her morning ritual.
     
    Nalla yawned heartily and threw off the bearskin blankets. Blinking at the light, she rose up to her full seven feet and stretched. Nalla reached down and gingerly touched her midsection. Her bladder was filled to the brim from the previous night’s ale, and she could see it visibly bulging under her shirt.
    Perfect, Nalla thought. She exited her tent and strode barefoot across the snow-covered stone. Her breath hung in the air, but the cold didn’t bother her. Nalla made her way over to the cliff at the edge of her clan’s camp and prepared for her daily routine.
     
    Nalla looked over her shoulder to make sure she was the only one awake. Nobody else seemed to be stirring, so she undid the rope belt around her waist. Her deer-hide pants fell to the ground, exposing her nether regions to the cold morning air. Nalla shivered at a particularly fierce gust of wind, but she continued nonetheless. Reaching down, she made a V-sign with two fingers and spread her labia. Nalla peered down at the sheer drop in front of her, mist hiding the ground below. Then she relaxed the muscles keeping her bursting bladder under control.
     
    Nalla felt the flood of urine snake through her before gushing out in a powerful spray. Her pee had the force of a yellow geyser as it shot out in front of her by a good few feet before raining down on the valley below. Nalla was barely able to control her stream, and a good amount of pee wound up dribbling down right in front of her, sending up columns of steam where it landed. 
    “Haaahhh,” she moaned, eyes rolling back into her head. Wonderful sensations were overwhelming her as she gratefully emptied her bladder: the relief of letting it all out, the warmth pissing provided, and the naughty thrill of doing it somewhere she shouldn’t. Nalla had been performing this ritual for years, and she loved it every time.
     
    Hundreds of feet down the cliff, shrouded by fog, two Kobold mountaineers were making their ascent. The tiny humanoid dragons were bundled up against the cold with several layers of coats, hats, and gloves.
    “How much farther?” groaned the one in the lead.
    “We’re almost there, Erba,” replied his companion, who was attached further down the climbing rope. “Now hurry up and secure that piton.”
    Grumbling, Erba made sure his rope was scure before hammering his piton into the stone above him. As he did, however, he felt something unusual: warm rain splashing down.
    “Vett!” he cried in a panic. “It’s raining! We’re gonna fall!”
    “Will you shut up?” Vett snapped. “It is far too cold for it to-” Then the ‘rain’ hit him as well. “Ach! That’s quite a downpour! Hold on tight!”
    The mountaineers gripped the rope and hugged the cliff wall, hanging on despite the sudden slipperiness.
     
    Back atop the cliff, Nalla finally ran dry. She watched the last of her pee disappear into the fog, and could have sworn she heard voices.
    Probably my imagination, she rationalized before pulling her pants back up. Behind Nalla, various other Goliaths began to rise. And below her, the two Kobolds continued their climb, baffled by the localized rainstorm in the frigid mountains.
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    PPP got a reaction from OmoGamer32 for a blog entry, Day 19: In Front of a Crush (Breath of the Wild)   
    ✨ Leaky Legend   Posted just now
    We're back to Hyrule again for this one. Breath of the Wild has so many great characters to lewd!
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    Day 19: In front of a crush                                             Paya (Breath of the Wild)
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    For Paya, guardian of the sacred Sheikah Heirloom, it never rained but poured. First, she had been introduced to Link, the hero of legend, and had been too shy to speak a full sentence to him. Once she finally gained the confidence to do so, she had realized she was hopelessly smitten with him. Then, just as Link returned to Kakariko Village, the Heirloom had been stolen from right under her nose! Now, he was spending the day guarding her, and Paya still got butterflies in her stomach whenever he looked at her with those gorgeous blue eyes.
     
    Paya swallowed, trying to shake the feeling of nausea. The sun was setting, and she and Link were on her porch watching the first fireflies come out. 
    “Master Link?” she managed to squeak out. “Thank you for staying by my side for the whole day.” Link nodded and smiled, but said nothing. He was like that; the strong, silent type.
    “I see now that crying and feeling scared won’t help us get the heirloom back,” Paya continued. “I just- I’m not sure what to do.” 
    Link reached out and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. Electricity ran through Paya, and her heart was pounding, but she narrowly managed to avoid crying out. Her thoughts were barely coherent.
     
    He’stouchingmehe’stouchingmesweetHyliahe’stouchingmehishandisonmyshoulderagh!
    Sensation overwhelmed Paya. She could feel the burning on her face, the throbbing in her chest, the tingle in her bladder- 
    Wait a minute, Paya realized, getting her mind under control. She took a deep breath, and the feeling hit again. There was no mistaking it: Paya had to pee. She’d been too nervous to leave Link’s side during the day, and now the consequences were making themselves known.
    “E-excuse me, Master Link,” she whispered, then turned and ran inside.
     
    The washroom in the house Paya shared with her grandmother Impa was not a luxurious one. It consisted of a washtub, a basin, a few toiletries, and a chamber pot. That last item was front and center in Paya’s mind as she opened the door.
    “Hey! Do you mind?” snapped Impa. She was hunched over in the washtub, scrubbing her wrinkled back.
    “Sorry!” Paya squealed, slamming the door. “Um, how long are you going to be?”
    “A while,” came the reply. “What does it matter?”
    “Um, I kind of, I have to,” Paya sputtered, “I need to.. pee.” She uttered the last word in barely a whisper.
    “What? What did you say?” asked Impa. 
    “I need to pee,” Paya repeated, barely any louder.
    “What? No, there shouldn’t be any Keese out right now. Besides, Link’s with you.”
    “No!” Paya cried. “I need to pee!”
     
    As soon as the words were out, Paya clapped a hand over her mouth, mortified at how loud the words were. 
    Did Link hear that? she wondered. The possibility was too awful to contemplate.
    “Oh, why didn’t you say so?” said Impa. “Unfortunately, our chamber pot’s broken.”
    “What?” Impa cried. “How?”
    “Some little boys were playing a game,” Impa explained, “smashing pots and pretending there were Rupees in them. Kids these days…”
    “But, but what am I supposed to do?” Paya sputtered.
    “Just go in the woods. You did that all the time when you were little.”
    “But the sun’s going down! The monsters will be-”
    “Oh, for crying out loud!” Impa interrupted. “If you’re scared, take Link with you!”
     
    Paya nearly fainted upon hearing that.
    “But- but.. I- I can’t,” she stammered. Then she felt a single drop of urine leak out and realized she might not have had a choice. Blushing furiously at the idea, she headed back outside and approached Link.
    “Master Link, I was, um, thinking of going for a walk in the woods,” Paya lied. “Would you care to accompany me?” Link nodded and the pair set out on the path leading to the forest. Paya let Link lead the way, not wanting him to see her fidget. Once they were deep enough to not be seen from the village, she made her move.
    “Would you m-mind waiting here for a moment?” Paya requested. “I, uh, I… I… Be right back!”
     
    Paya sprinted away and ducked behind a nearby tree, one that was thick enough to hide her from view. She wasn’t worried about Link spying on her; the hero was a perfect gentleman. Still, Paya had to work up her courage before removing her pants and squatting down. She took one last peek over her shoulder, then willed her bladder to let go. It took a little while, but a pale yellow stream started to trickle from between her legs, softly splashing on the grass beneath her. Paya bit her lip to keep from sighing in relief, and prayed that Link couldn’t hear the tinkling sound she was making. She was so focused on not being noticed that she didn’t realize she wasn’t alone. Not until it was too late.
     
    A gruesome snarl snapped Paya out of her reverie. Still mid-pee, she looked up and saw two Stalkoblins armed with swords marching towards her. She shrieked at the sight of the skeletal monsters and instinctively tried to scramble backwards to safety. Paya’s back hit the trunk of the tree, however, and she collapsed to the ground, urine still flowing out of her.
    “No! Get away!” Paya cried. One of the Stalkoblins growled in response and raised its sword menacingly. Then there was the sharp twang of a bow, and the monster staggered back with an arrow in its eye.
     
    Link burst onto the scene with a fearsome war cry and decapitated the Stalkoblin with a single stroke of the Master Sword. The skull rolled towards his feet and he plunged the blade downwards, shattering the bone to pieces. Watching, Paya was torn between being relieved and mortified.
    Hurry up, hurry up, she begged her bladder, which was still steadily releasing its contents. I don’t want Link to see me like this!
     
    Meanwhile, the second Stalkoblin swung at Link, but he easily parried the blow with his shield before dispatching the monster with his own strike. With a grunt of satisfaction, Link sheathed his sword, and Paya managed to get her pants pulled up just before he turned around. She winced as the last of her pee dribbled into her underwear.
    “Thank you, Master Link!” she cried, rising to her feet. Paya jumped forward, placing herself between Link and the massive puddle of urine on the ground. “That was a most eventful walk! Now, let’s go home, shall we?”
    Link nodded and turned to lead the way back to the village. If he had any idea what Paya had really been doing, he kept it to himself.
    My hero, thought Paya wistfully. Such a gentleman.
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    PPP got a reaction from bibibibi for a blog entry, Day 16: And There Was Only One Toilet! (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)   
    Princess Daisy steeled herself. As her foe rushed forward, she delivered a vicious swing that struck right on target. Her opponent had no chance to dodge, and took the full force of the blow.
    “GAME!” shouted the announcer as Zelda flew off into the distance.
    “All right! I won!” Daisy cheered. Light enveloped her, and with an ethereal swishing sound she was transported back to the Smasher’s gymnasium, along with her seven opponents: Samus, bounty hunter extraordinaire; Zelda, Hyrule’s wise princess; Lucina, the warrior who defied destiny; Palutena, goddess of light; Wii Fit Trainer, the yoga warrior; Min-Min, the ramen bomber; and Pyra, the Aegis incarnate. As the gym materialized, Zelda rubbed her head and winced.
    “Congratulations,” she told Daisy, “but did you have to use the golf club?”
    “Hey, it was either that or the frying pan,” Daisy replied with a shrug.
    “That was crazy,” Palutena groaned. “I’ll never do an eight-person fight again!”
    “It’s been crazy ever since that latest fighter showed up,” said Daisy. “Y’know, what's-his-name, Sarah.”
    “Sora,” Lucina corrected.
    “Whatever,” said Daisy. “Let’s just hit the locker room; I’m beat.”
     
    Daisy had another reason for wanting to visit the women’s locker room, one she didn’t share with her fellow fighters. The last battle had gone on for ages, and she had neglected to take a bathroom break beforehand. Now, with her bladder feeling fit to burst, she was regretting her decision. When she entered the locker room, however, she cried out in dismay. Of the three toilet cubicles, two had signs on them reading ‘OUT OF ORDER.’ And in front of the third was a line of five women, holding themselves with pained expressions on their faces. 
    “No way! You’re kidding me!” Palutena echoed Daisy’s thoughts out loud.
    “You need to go too, huh?” groaned Daisy. She looked and saw dismayed expressions on all of her companions’ faces. “Well, better get in-”
    Daisy trailed off as the fighters made a mad dash to get in line. “Hey, wait up!”
     
    Unfortunately, Daisy wasn’t able to secure a spot near the front.
    Okay, there aren’t too many in front of me, she reassured herself, counting those in front of her. Just Rosalina, then Leaf, Robin, Byleth, Bayonetta, Samus, Palutena, Lucina, Pyra, and Zelda, then me. She cursed her luck. Well, at least I’m ahead of Wii Fit and Min-Min.
    Just then, there came the sound of a toilet flushing. The stall door opened, and a very relieved-looking Peach stepped out.
    “Sorry I took so long,” she said sheepishly. “Too much tea this morning.” She stepped aside and Rosalina rushed in, slamming the door behind her. No matter how hard she tried, Daisy couldn’t block out the loud hissing and splashing sounds that came a moment later, nor Rosalina’s sigh of relief that made her bladder scream in protest.
    Man, I hope they’re not all that loud, she thought. I don’t think I’d be able to hold it!
     
    Daisy held herself and bounced on her heels. The sounds of Rosalina’s relief were agonizing, but soon there came an even worse noise.
    “No! No!” shrieked Leaf, the female Pokemon trainer. “I can’t hold it!” 
    To Daisy’s horror, she saw yellow rivulets emerge from beneath Leaf’s skirt and run down her legs. The trainer sobbed as her pee puddled up at her feet, unable to stop the flow. Daisy cringed and looked away, but Leaf ran right past her, trailing golden droplets behind her. 
    I did not need to see that, Daisy groaned internally. Are they all gonna pee themselves? Am I? No, don’t think like that! You can do this!
     
    The toilet flushed again, and Rosalina exited the stall. Before Robin could enter, however, a fist mounted on a yellow spring shot out to grab the stall door. Min-Min pulled herself over the heads of the crowd to land directly in front of the toilet.
    “Hey, I was next!” Robin protested.
    “Sorry,” said Min-Min, and she sounded like she meant it. “I’m literally leaking here!”
    “We all are!” cried Robin as the door slammed in her face. “What makes you- ahh!”
    The white-haired mage sank to the floor, and a golden puddle spread out underneath her. She pushed down on her robes to try and stop it, but it was no use.
    “Damn you!” Robin yelled, but it could barely be heard over the crashing of Min-Min’s pent-up urine. Privately, Daisy found herself agreeing with Robin. This was agony! She crossed her legs tightly and dreaded to think about how the others were doing. 
     
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    “This is not good, this is not good,” Palutena whispered to herself. She had her hands jammed between her legs, trying desperately to hold back the flood. The goddess knew she was fighting a losing battle; already, a few drops of pee had leaked out. Still, she wasn’t going to give up.
    “I’m with you,” said Samus, who apparently had overheard Palutena. “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
    “Don’t say that!” Palutena hissed. “It’s a psychological thing; if I hear you give up, I might too!”
    “Sorry,” said Samus, wincing. The bounty hunter had removed her helmet after the fight, but was still wearing her orange Power Armor.
    “It’s fine,” Palutena reassured her, though she was anything but fine. Her bladder felt like an overfilled water balloon, ready to burst at any moment. “If only there were some other option.”
     
    Samus’ face lit up. “That’s it!” she exclaimed. Then she frowned. “No, no, I can’t do that?”
    “What are you talking about?” asked Palutena. 
    “My Power Suit has a built-in waste disposal unit,” Samus explained, “but it’s an absolute last resort. It feels disgusting having to use it.”
    “Waste disposal?” Palutena repeated. “You mean like p-p…” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
    “Exactly,” said Samus grimly, “but I don’t want to use it unless I have to.” Then her eyes went wide and she gasped in shock, and Palutena knew what must be happening. 
    “Oh, to hell with it,” the bounty hunter sighed, and let out a breath as she relaxed. At least Palutena couldn’t hear the noise of Samus wetting herself inside the suit, or see any stain on the outside. Still, that was a small comfort as Samus moaned in relief, her face flushed pink. Palutena felt a few more drops leak into her panties, and she knew she was running out of time.
     
    Desperate in every sense of the word, Palutena scanned the locker room for a solution. She saw the stalls, rows of lockers, a couple of showers at the other end of the room…
    The showers! Inspiration struck the goddess. She looked back at Lucina, the blue-haired swordfighter she had become romantically involved with. From the looks of it, she was doing about as well as Palutena was, dancing back and forth and holding herself tightly. There was no time to waste.
    “Come on!” Palutena shouted, grabbing Lucina by the hand and dragging her into one of the shower stalls. She pulled the curtain shut and began pulling off her white dress as quickly as she could.
    “W-what are you doing?” cried Lucina, blushing furiously. “This is no time to-”
    “No, no!” Palutena gasped, now tearing off her panties and stockings. Her desperation was so intense she could barely speak. “Pee- place to- here!”
     
    Palutena was scarcely able to get the words out before her bladder let go. A pale yellow stream flowed out of her, spraying the floor of the shower between her legs. Palutena let out a moan of relief as she drained her bladder.
    “Haaah… that’s better,” she breathed. She looked over to see Lucina taking off her own clothes, which must have been difficult given how badly she was squirming. Lucina managed to get naked just in time, however, and a powerful pee stream emerged from between her legs, striking Palutena’s in midair. The goddess laughed at that.
    “Look at us,” she giggled. “Crossing streams!” She was pleased to see Lucina smile as well.
     
    Once the pair had finished peeing, Palutena turned on the shower head and washed away the puddle at their feet. Lucina pulled the shower curtain aside slightly to reach for a towel, but Palutena grabbed her hand.
    “Let’s just stay in here a little while,” she said with a suggestive wink.
     
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    Pyra winced at the horrifically loud noise of the shower running.
    “Not good, not good!” she whimpered. She was openly doing a potty dance by now, which should have been humiliating, but she was beyond caring at this point. Pyra’s bladder was filled to capacity, and she was seriously doubting she was going to make it. Her panties were already uncomfortably damp, and they were only getting wetter as more and more spurts leaked out. Three of the people in front of her had stepped out of line, but that was a small comfort. The toilet flushed again, another terrible noise, and Min-Min exited, earning a death glare from the soaked Robin. 
     
    As Byleth ran into the stall and began audibly peeing, Bayonetta groaned in exasperation. 
    “Right, I’ve had enough of this,” she announced. “If I don’t have a wee now, I’m going to burst!”
    Right in front of Pyra, the witch’s clothes vanished in a flash. Bayonetta barely stepped aside before squatting and brazenly peeing on the floor with a relieved sigh.
    “Ah!” Pyra cried, turning away from the sight. “You can’t just do that!”
    “Oh, bite me,” Bayonetta snapped, continuing her loud, hissing piss. “I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on wetting myself here.”
    Pyra was about to protest, but then the biggest spurt of urine yet leaked out, and she realized she was seconds away from disaster. 
    Looks like I don’t have a choice, she lamented.
     
    “N-nobody look!” Pyra squealed before dashing to a far corner of the room. She squatted down and scrabbled desperately at her shorts and underwear, leaking urine all the while. The instant her clothes were out of the way, Pyra began peeing freely, her yellow torrent splattering on the floor. 
    Oh, why is it so loud? she groaned internally, blushing furiously. Pyra looked over her shoulder and turned even redder; everyone was staring right at her. She was facing away from them, but she could tell her backside was on full display.
    “No,no! Hurry up,” she pleaded, but her bladder wouldn’t listen; it continued to drain and showed no signs of stopping. Pyra’s face burned with humiliation as the golden pool in front of her kept growing.
    Well, at least I made it, she tried to reassure herself. Not everyone did…
     
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    “Poor girl,” Daisy muttered, turning away from the sight of Pyra’s piddle. Her underwear was very damp by this point, and she wouldn’t have been surprised if they were visibly yellowed.
    “Hurry up, I beg you!” cried Zelda, pounding on the stall door.
    “Hold on,” Byleth replied. “I’m going as fast as I can!”
    “Not fast enough,” Zelda mumbled, dancing frantically back and forth. “Not fast en- no, no, no!”
    A yellow puddle began spreading from under her dress, rapidly flowing across the floor. Zelda made no effort to hold back her waters; it was clearly no use. She let out a sigh of defeat and simply stood there soaking the floor.
     
    The sight of Zelda’s failure was the last straw for Daisy. The biggest spurt of urine yet burst out, and she could tell the dam was about to burst.
    “I GOTTA PEE RIGHT NOW!” she wailed, any sense of dignity forgotten. A loud splash made her look to her right. The Wii Fit Trainer was perched on one of the sinks with her pants down, a look of bliss on her face. Unable to stand the sight any longer, Daisy rushed out of the locker room and into the hallway. Looking around frantically, she caught sight of one last hope: the sign for the men’s locker room.
     
    Daisy didn’t know who might be in there, but she was beyond caring at this point. She rushed inside and made a beeline for one of the urinals. Leaking like a faucet now, Daisy made a few attempts to hike up her dress before abandoning the idea and simply pulling the whole thing over her head. She yanked her panties down next and stood there in nothing but her bra and stockings. Daisy was barely able to reach down and spread her folds before her bladder simply gave up on holding. A furious jet of pee gushed out of her with a cacophonous hiss, flying straight through the air and crashing into the back of the urinal. Droplets flew everywhere, and Daisy was sure she was spilling a lot on the floor. She was too caught up in ecstatic relief to care though.
    “Haaaa… guuh…” was the only sound she could make as her eyes rolled back in bliss.
     
    Daisy felt like her river of urine would never stop flowing, and with how good she was feeling, she wasn’t sure she wanted it to. Nevertheless, she eventually saw her stream lose height, and the last few squirts missed the urinal entirely. 
    “Wow,” Daisy sighed, stunned at what had happened. “That was something, all right.”
    She flushed the urinal, then dared to look behind her. To her surprise and joy, the locker room appeared to be empty. Relieved, Daisy bent down to pick up her clothes. As she did, however, she heard a noise behind her: the tell tale swish of fighters teleporting in.
    “Uh-oh,” Daisy mumbled, her face turning red.
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    PPP got a reaction from WetWinter for a blog entry, Day 11: Scared/Surprised Into Wetting (Metroid)   
    Samus Aran, intergalactic bounty hunter, stared at the door before her and cursed her luck. Her time exploring the planet known only as ZDR had been plagued by increasingly deadly foes, chief among them being the Extraplanetary Multiform Mobile Identifiers, or E.M.M.I. These advanced robots had originally been sent in for observation purposes by the Galactic Federation. However, an unknown party had reprogrammed them with a single purpose: to kill. Samus had fought several, each with a unique and lethal ability, and she was under the impression that she had destroyed them all. The cuboid markings on the door, however, could only mean one thing: an E.M.M.I. Zone. She took a deep breath and went through.
     
    The room beyond was horribly silent. Samus knew the procedure: she would have to evade the E.M.M.I. until she could locate the Central Unit controlling it and take the powerful weapon within. If the robot found her, it would kill her. It was a deceptively simple objective. Samus looked at the map on her visor and frowned. This Zone appeared to be much larger than the ones she had previously encountered, and there was no sign of the E.M.M.I. Hesitantly, Samus stepped forward. She took care to move silently; the E.M.M.I. could pick up on the slightest sound.
    It could be anywhere, Samus told herself. Could be at the end, could- there!
     
    Samus felt her heart leap as a bright blue spotlight lit up the floor in front of her. She shuffled back a few steps before looking up to confirm her suspicions. Sure enough, the E.M.M.I. was there, hanging from the ceiling with its powerful claws, its eerie red eye scanning the floor below. Samus held her breath as the robot looked around, then turned away from her. It crawled away along the ceiling, heading into a corridor that led to an upper level. Samus waited until it was out of sight before continuing. She took the first set of stairs she found leading down, eager to create some distance.
     
    Several tense minutes passed. For Samus, the good news was that she saw no sign of the E.M.M.I. The bad news was that she also didn’t see any Central Unit either. Or an exit for that matter. As she progressed further, Samus realized she had another problem. She had been on ZDR for quite a while, with no chances to take a bathroom break. Now, her bladder was starting to make its discomfort known. Samus shuddered and tried to ignore it. Her Power Suit had a built-in waste removal system in case of emergencies, but she hated using it; there was always an uncomfortable dampness left behind. 
    Gotta hold it for now, Samus thought, trudging onwards.
     
    It wasn’t long before Samus became truly desperate. Her legs shook as she walked forward and it was taking a concentrated effort to stop herself from leaking. 
    Where’s the Central Unit? Or the exit, she moaned internally. I’m going to- there!
    Samus breathed a sigh of relief as she spotted another marked door at the end of a long corridor. Once she got out, she could find a place to relieve herself, then continue her mission. Samus dashed forward, her bladder begging for release. She was almost at the door when the blue light shone in front of her.
     
    Samus didn’t frighten easily, but she felt her heart race at the near miss. As she saw the E.M.M.I. crawling down the wall in front of her, she felt another effect of the shock: she had leaked out a single drop of pee. Embarrassed, Samus quickly got the leak under control and activated her Phantom Cloak, a device that could shield her from the robot’s gaze. Indeed, the E.M.M.I’s eye passed right over her, instead landing on a bloodstain that some unfortunate creature had left on the floor. Vents opened up on its metallic face, and it let out a low hissing sound.
    It’s smelling, Samus realized. It can’t see me but this one can probably smell bodily fluids, like blood or… urine.
     
    Samus’ blood turned to ice as the E.M.M.I. looked at her again. It hissed a second time, then the light it emitted turned red. It had tracked her down. The robot rushed towards her, razor-sharp claws extended. Desperate, Samus countered with a melee strike, hitting the E.M.M.I. right in the eye. It was stunned only momentarily, but that was long enough for her to slide underneath it and make it to the exit.
     
    Once she was on the other side of the door, Samus sank to the floor, her heart still pounding. 
    That was too close, she thought. I- ahh!
    Samus’ tortured bladder couldn’t take it any longer, and was leaking at an alarming rate. 
    “No!” cried Samus, but it was no use; the floodgates opened and she felt the warm wetness spread in the crotch of her suit. She groaned in dismay. The relief felt good, but she had been trying to avoid this exact scenario. Now, there was nothing to do but sit there and wet herself while she waited for her suit’s system to dry her.
    “When I get back in there,” Samus muttered to herself, “I’ll turn that E.M.MI. into scrap metal."
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    PPP got a reaction from WetWinter for a blog entry, Day 28: Peeing in an Alley (Black Lagoon)   
    The city of Roanapur in Thailand may have been hell on earth, but at least hell had a well-stocked liquor cabinet. The Yellow Flag was an excellent place to go for a drink, at least when a shootout wasn’t taking place. Those happened far too frequently for the owner Bao’s liking. But tonight was nice and quiet. At first, at least.
     
    “Haha! That really showed those fuckers!” The loud cry was accompanied by the equally loud slam of the door being opened. Rock and Revy, two members of the Lagoon Delivery Company, strode into the bar. The two of them made an odd couple: Rock was polite yet cunning, not much of a fighter, and wore a business suit even in the tropical heat. Revy, meanwhile, was loud and abrasive, a fearsome gunslinger, and dressed in a tube top and short shorts. Despite their differences, and initial tensions, the duo had become inseparable.
     
    “I take it there was another successful delivery?” Bao inquired as the two of them pulled up to the bar.
    “You know it,” Revy replied. “Some wannabe gangsters hired us to deliver a shipment of guns. But once they got them, the stupid motherfuckers tried to double-cross us.”
    “Not a wise choice,” Bao commented. Rock nodded.
    “In the end,” he said, “we walked away with both the guns and our payment.”
    “What can I say?” Revy laughed. “I can be very persuasive.”
    “Mmm-hm,” Bao nodded. “What can I get for you?”
    “Bacardi, and keep it coming!” Revy requested.
    “Same here,” said Rock.
     
    Bao poured the drinks, but before either could take a sip, the door opened again. 
    “Bartender, bring me a beer! And make it snappy!” The speaker was a tall blonde man in shades and a business suit. Revy recognized him as Antonio, one of the newest criminals in town. She scowled as Bao served him. Antonio had a reputation for having an ego and a mouth far bigger than his fame. He looked at Revy appreciatively and grinned. 
    “Hey, beautiful,” he called. “How about sharing a drink with me?” Revy flipped him off and turned to Bao.
    “You got another Bacardi for me?” she asked.
    “Bacardi?” Antonio repeated. “Isn’t that a little strong for a pretty thing like you?”
     
    Revy’s temper flared. She reached for the dual pistols she had holstered at her side, but Rock shot out a hand to stop her.
    “What are you doing?” she growled. “Give me one reason I shouldn’t waste this asshole.” In response, a wicked grin flashed on Rock’s face.
    “Because,” he whispered, “I have a better idea for what to do with him.” He whispered his plan in Revy’s ear, and by the end she was grinning as widely as he was.
    “Okay,” said Revy. “We’ll do it your way.”
     
    Following Rock’s plan, Revy turned to Antonio and laughed mockingly.
    “Too strong for me?” she scoffed. “As if! If anything, I’d say this stuff is too much for a pussy like you.”
    “What?” yelled Antonio. “Nobody talks to me like that, you bitch!”
    “Oh yeah?” Revy taunted. “How about you put your money where your mouth is? What do you say to a drinking contest? Loser pays the winner’s tab.”
    “You’re on!” Antonio snarled. Bao poured out two shots of Bacardi and placed them in front of the competitors.
    Perfect, thought Revy, downing the drink. All according to plan.
     
    The rum kept flowing as the contest continued, and Revy began to feel tipsy. She shook her head to clear it and looked over at Antonio, who was barely sitting upright.
    “Ready to call it quits?” she asked.
    “N-no way!” Antonio replied. “I can do this all night!” Bao refilled their glasses, and Revy swallowed hers in a single gulp. Antonio moved to do the same, but before the glass reached his lips, he swayed and fell backwards, hitting the floor with a loud thud. 
    “Well,” said Bao, “it looks like we have a winner.”
     
    “Haha! Take th-that!” Revy slurred. “Rock, baby, you were right: that was way better. Hey, Bao!”
    “Yeah?”
    “Gimme a bottle of your most expensive wine!” she ordered. Bao complied, and Revy popped the cork, then poured the bottle all over Antonio.
    “Don’t worry,” said Revy, seeing the shocked look on Bao’s face, “it’s on his tab.” The bartender laughed, and Revy stood up and stretched, taking a moment to check how she was doing after all that rum. Not great, as it turned out. Revy’s head felt very fuzzy, and her bladder was incredibly full. She looked down to see a visible bulge in her bare midriff.
    “Shit,” Revy mumbled to herself, “I gotta go take a leak.” 
     
    Revy stood up, a little unsteady. She was going to head to the ladies’ room, but then another idea popped into her head.
    “Hey, Rock,” Revy called. “Come with me, will ya?” Rock nodded and followed her out the door. With the warm night air washing over her, Revy staggered over to the mouth of a nearby alley.
    “Why did you bring me out here?” Rock asked, sounding a little nervous.
    “Aw, relax,” said Revy, “it’s nothing bad. I just need you to keep watch for me, ‘cause I gotta go take the world’s biggest piss.”
    “Oh. Um, okay,” said Rock. He turned around and Revy walked farther into the alley, her bladder begging for release.
     
    Once Revy reached the dead end of the alley, she undid her belt and dropped her shorts and panties, grinning to herself. Toilets were fine, but there was something so freeing about peeing outdoors. This was far from her first time relieving herself in an alley. She was about to assume her usual squatting position when she noticed the graffiti adorning the wall in front of her. Revy grinned, getting another idea.
     
    With her lower half still bare, Revy moved up to the wall, standing up straight. She allowed her bladder to let go, and felt a huge amount of urine snake its way through her urethra. Her pee gushed out in an uncontrolled spray with a loud hiss. Revy thrust her hips up and forward, and her stream, which had previously been flowing straight down between her legs, flew up in a sloppy arc. It hit the wall a few feet from the ground, with such force that it sent droplets of pee flying, splashing Revy’s legs. She didn’t care, though. Emptying her overfull bladder was giving her a near-orgasmic sensation of pleasure.
    “Haaaah,” Revy moaned, her eyes rolling back. “Fuck yeah, that’s good…”
     
    As Revy continued to relieve herself, her stream gradually lost height until eventually it started to dribble down her leg. Revy widened her stance and forced out the last of her pee. Once she was finished, Revy took a moment to admire her addition to the graffiti. A huge wet stain marked the wall, one that started as a large patch a few feet up before trailing to the ground, where a golden puddle lay. Revy grinned, satisfied at the results.
    “Nice,” she said to herself. “Revy was here, bitches.”
     
    Revy wiped herself dry with her hand, then got dressed.
    “Rock, baby!” she called. “I’m done now, you can look!”
    “I take it everything went well?” Rock asked as she walked up to him.
    “You know it,” Revy replied. “That felt fucking great!” 
    “Mm-hm,” was all Rock said as he smiled politely. It was partially the alcohol talking, but Revy kept going.
    “I gotta do that again,” she said, throwing her arm over Rock’s shoulder. “Maybe you’d like to join me next time?”
    “Wha- I-,” Rock sputtered.
    “I’ll write your name for you, baby,” Revy teased. She laughed as Rock’s face turned bright right. With her arm still around him, the two of them made their way back to the boat.
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    PPP got a reaction from WetWinter for a blog entry, Day 5: Holding/Peeing Contest (Black Lagoon)   
    The Black Lagoon rocked gently under the full moon, which illuminated the ocean beneath it. The torpedo boat and its pirate crew had been hired to deliver a shipment of drugs to a Hong Kong syndicate. It was a long voyage, and the boat had stopped for the night by a small island off the coast of Vietnam. Company was unlikely, but two crew members were keeping watch just in case.
     
    Revy lit another cigarette and groaned. “Goddamn, this is boring. What’s the point?”
    “I’d have to agree with you,” said Rock from beside her. “I understand that Dutch doesn’t want to lose the cargo, but he’s being paranoid. The odds of anyone showing up are miniscule.”
    “You said it,” Revy agreed. “Speaking of, when’s it time for him and Benny to take over?”
    “Three more hours,” said Rock grimly, checking his watch.
    Revy blew a ring of smoke with a heavy sigh. “Jesus. Isn’t there anything we can do to speed things up?”
    “We could… count stars?” Rock suggested lamely.
    “Rock, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt,” said Revy, “and assume you’re fucking with me.” Rock was silent in reply. He simply lit a cigarette for himself and the pair stood at the railing, twin spires of smoke rising.
     
    It was several minutes before either spoke again.
    “The moon’s beautiful tonight,” Rock observed. 
    “That’s it,” growled Revy. She dropped what was left of her cigarette and stomped on it. “We have got to find something to do before I fucking lose it!”
    “Any suggestions?” Rock asked.
    Really putting me on the spot here, Revy mused. “We could… skip stones?”
    “Or we could do some shooting practice,” Rock added. 
    Not a bad idea, thought Revy. She was about to say so when she got a better idea.
    “Or I could give you a blowjob,” she whispered with a wicked grin.
     
    “W-what?” Rock sputtered as Revy burst out laughing. The relationship between the two of them had gotten sexual only recently, and she was pleased to see she could still get a rise out of him. 
    “Oh, I get it,” said Rock, recognizing her teasing. “Very funny.”
    “No, I mean it,” said Revy, trying to put on a straight face. “Go ahead and whip it out, baby.”
    “Mm-hm,” muttered Rock, clearly unconvinced. “Well, I’m glad I could amuse you, if only for a moment.”
    “Well, what else is there?” Revy pointed out. “I’m down to my last cig, we finished our beer almost an hour ago, and my feet are killing me. We’ve been standing here too long.”
    She stretched her arms and took stock of her condition. Her joints were sore, her back was stiff, and she could feel the beer working its way through her to fill up her bladder. 
    Gonna have to piss soon, Revy thought. I’ll need to ask for a break and- wait a minute. Inspiration struck her. This’ll be fun.
     
    Wearing the same devilish smile as earlier, Revy sauntered up to Rock. 
    “We’ve been out here a while, haven’t we?” she asked casually. “With no breaks.”
    “You know that as well as I do,” he replied. “Why are you asking?”
    “Oh, no reason,” said Revy in a tone of mock innocence. “‘Cept I really need to take a leak.” Her need wasn’t terrible yet, but she crossed her legs for emphasis. That got Rock’s attention; she could see him blush even in the darkness. Revy wasn’t surprised; whether by accident or design, several of their sexual encounters had involved urine. 
    “Well, you can go below decks,” Rock suggested. “There’s a toilet down there.”
    “No way,” said Revy. “I don’t want to wake the others.” She shrugged. “I guess I’ll have to do it right here.”
    “Are you joking again?” asked Rock.
    “Nope,” Revy replied, unbuttoning her shorts. “I gotta piss, and I’m guessing you do too by this point.”
    “I mean, yes,” said Rock, “but I-”
    “How about a little contest?”
     
    “Wait, what do you mean?” Rock asked. 
    “What do you think, dumbass?” Revy teased, letting her shorts drop to her ankle. “You and I are gonna have a pissing contest. See who can make it fly the farthest.”
    “Hold on,” said Rock, skeptical. “You want to have a pissing contest? You are aware of your inherent disadvantage, right?”
    “I’ve been practicing,” Revy said with a shrug. “So whaddya say? Up for a little fun?”
    “What the hell,” he sighed. “Beats just standing around.”
     
    The two contestants stood side-by-side at the edge of the boat, protected by a knee-high rail. 
    “Ready?” Revy asked. She lowered her panties and heard Rock unzip his fly. She sneaked a peek before continuing.
    “Get set! Piss!” Revy cried, thrusting out her hips. She felt the warm liquid snaking through her before spraying out in a messy arc. The golden stream hit the water with a loud splash, a sound that was echoed by Rock from beside her. Peeing steadily, she looked over to see that he was getting much better distance than she was. Revy thrust her hips further, sending droplets of pee flying, but it still wasn’t enough to match Rock.
    Goddammit! Revy thought. She could tell her bladder would be empty soon. I didn’t practice pissing like a man for nothing! Time to play dirty.
     
    Revy turned, reached down, and rubbed Rock’s exposed penis. The effect was immediate; he immediately grew stiff, causing his pee stream to shoot straight up before landing a mere few inches from the boat. With her competition sabotaged, Revy refocused her attention. Her bladder was running dry; she needed to act quickly. Clenching, Revy was able to squeeze out one last drop of urine. With a violent pelvic thrust, she sent the golden droplet sailing through the air. It hit the water almost silently, clearer farther from the boat than Rock had managed.
     
    For a moment, the half-dressed pair stood in silence. Then-
    “Fuck yeah! I won!” cried Revy, raising a fist in triumph.
    “Hey, you cheated!” Rock protested.
    “Come on Rock, baby,” Revy laughed, “you should have expected that. I never play fair. Besides, that was fun, right?”
    “I guess,” Rock admitted. He glanced at his watch. “But we still have two and a half more hours to fill. Got any more ideas?”
    “Oh,” said Revy, eyeing his still-erect penis, “I’m sure I can think of something.”
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    PPP got a reaction from TheDudeIV for a blog entry, Day 30: Your Choice: In the Snow (Breath of the Wild)   
    If you asked anyone what the greatest sport in Hyrule was, you would invariably get the same answer: shield surfing. Whether being pulled by a sand seal or going it alone, there was nothing quite like the thrill of shredding snow and sand. Selmie, the Duchess of Downhill, knew this better than anyone.
     
    Selmie stepped out of her cabin and the cold air of the Hebra Mountains greeted her. It was well below freezing, but the sun was out and there was no wind.
    Good conditions, Selmie thought. Let’s make some powder. She returned to her cabin momentarily to select her shield. After debating for a moment, she decided on the Kite Shield. The Rito-designed shield wasn’t as durable as some of the others, but it handled like a dream. With her shield in hand, Selmie climbed up the nearby peak. Staring down at the steep slope below, she took a deep breath to prepare herself. Then, in one smooth motion, she jumped into the air and slid the shield under her. She was off!
     
    Selmie shot down the slope like an arrow from a bow, laughing with exhilaration. 
    This is great! she thought, weaving between snowdrifts. I’m on track to beat my best time! Selmie continued surfing down the mountain at a lightning pace, white clouds trailing behind her. Before she knew it, the flags that marked the end of the course were in sight. Kicking out behind her, Selmie put on an extra burst of speed and slid between them, then leaned back, skidding to a halt.
    One minute and fifty seconds. I did it! I beat my record!
     
    Selmie cheered, a noise that echoed through the mountains. She sat down in the snow, taking a moment to catch her breath. In her relaxed state, Selmie realized something that her adrenaline had covered up: she needed to pee. Rather badly at that. Selmie groaned at the thought of holding it during her long trek back up the mountain. Then she had a better idea.
     
    “Why not commemorate this record?” Selmie said to herself. She walked over to a large snowpile, took off her gloves and pulled down her pants, then her long underwear. The cold stung her bare skin, but Selmie ignored it. Instead, she took two fingers and spread her labia. She unclenched her urethra and a golden stream of pee flowed from between her legs, forming an arc and sending steam up where it hit the snow. Peeing while standing would be impressive, but Selmie wanted to go one further. As soon as her urine had marked the snow, she wiggled her hips and fingers, directing the stream in different directions. Growing up in the Hebra Tundra, Selmie had naturally learned to write her name in the snow. It was harder for a girl, and her legs had been soaked in many failed attempts, but she had gotten the hang of it eventually.
     
    Selmie finished directing her stream just as her bladder ran dry. She wiped herself off with her glove, put her clothes back in place, and admired her work. On the snowbank, in sloppy but legible handwriting, three words were etched in yellow: SELMIE WAS HERE. 
    Not bad, thought Selmie approvingly. It would fade eventually and likely nobody would see it, but she had left an undeniable  mark on the slopes.
  14. Upvote
    PPP got a reaction from Emma Bailey for a blog entry, Day 5: Drunk and Desperate (Breath of the Wild)   
    In the heart of Hyrule’s most barren desert, there lay the oasis of Gerudo Town. Exclusive to women (vai, in Gerudo tongue), the city was famed for many things: its beautiful jewelry, first-class shopping, and the strong and proud Gerudo warriors, to name a few. It was also known for the popular bar The Noble Canteen, where a Gerudo named Deltan currently sat, nursing her sorrows.
     
    “‘I don’t like girls twice my height,’” she groaned, slurring her words. “But I’m only eight feet tall!” She downed the rest of her drink and called over to Furosa, the bartender. “Hey! Bring me another!”
    “I think you’ve had quite enough, young lady,” Furosa replied.
    “N-nonshense!” Deltan protested. “I’ve only had… uh, I forget how many.”
    “Look, it’s getting dark,” Furosa said with a sigh. “I have to close up shop.”
    Reluctantly, Deltan got to her feet, tossed some coins onto the bar, and staggered out the door.
    “I’ll be buh-back tomorrow,” she proclaimed.
    “I don’t doubt that,” Furosa muttered, watching the drunken Gerudo leave.
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    In the outskirts of the city, a lone figure paced back and forth. It stopped briefly and adjusted the veil over its face. Link, the hero of Hyrule, had been in worse predicaments, but never one this odd. As if having to cross-dress to enter Gerudo City wasn’t enough, he was now faced with a new dilemma: how to relieve himself without blowing his cover. He had been searching for Korok seeds at sunset when he felt a sudden urge in his bladder. All the liquid-filled hydromelons he had consumed to keep cool were coming back to haunt him.
     
    Normally, Link would have just found an out-of-the-way shrub or tree. However, his need was so urgent this time that he doubted he would make it far from the city. And while he wasn’t technically inside the walls, the Gerudo guards were on duty all day and night. If one of them saw him peeing while standing, it would raise some questions at the very least. 
     
    Another surge, stronger this time, hit him, and Link realized he had no choice. Looking around for anyone who might be watching, he ran up to one of the outer walls for some cover. He pulled down the front of his sirwal just enough to let his penis out and relaxed his bladder. A steady stream of urine flowed out, striking the wall and running down to the ground, where it was swallowed by the desert sand. Link sighed in relief. Then he heard footsteps approaching…
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    Deltan tried to make her way home, but it wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be spinning, and it was really starting to get dark now. Walking near the edge of the city limits, she started to feel the other effects of all the alcohol she had consumed. Furosa experimentally put a hand on her midsection and was surprised at the size of the bulge she felt.
    “Oooh.. so full,” she mumbled. “Gotta… gotta.. pssshhh…”
    Deltan hissed out the onomatopoeia and felt a few drops of urine trickle down her legs, urged on by the sound.
     
    “Gotta… do it now!” Deltan moaned. As fast as she could, she staggered out a gateway to the city’s outer walls. Even though she was drunk, she still had the presence of mind to not want to be seen doing something like this. Furosa found a wall that looked isolated enough and dropped her pants to her ankles. It was only then that she noticed a tinkling noise coming from her right. She turned and saw something that she had missed in the darkness, something unusual: a Hylian dressed in Gerudo garb, standing and urinating against the wall.
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    Link’s heart began to race as the Gerudo woman approached him and disrobed. He turned away and tried to finish his business quickly, but his stream was showing no signs of slowing down.
    “Hey!”
    Link began to panic. If the Gerudo recognized him as a man, he’d never be let back in the city.
    “Hey!” the Gerudo called again. “Yesh, you!”
    This is it, Link thought. I’m done for.
    “Hey! Lishen!” the Gerudo slurred. Link braced himself for the worst.
    “Hey, w-where’d you learn to pish like a Gerudo?”
    Huh? A look of confusion clouded Link’s face. What is she talking about?
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    Seeing the confusion on the Hylian vai’s face, Deltan decided that a demonstration was in order.
    “Yuh-you know, like this!”Deltan took two fingers and spread her labia like the wings of a Keese. She allowed her bladder to let go, and a thick stream gushed from between her legs at an almost horizontal angle. It easily put the Hylian’s trickle to shame, sending droplets flying as it showered the wall in a chaotic spray. Deltan took a few steps backwards to avoid the backsplash and admire the success of her efforts. All Gerudo warriors were taught to relieve themselves standing up; it was much more convenient than squatting. Still, Furosa doubted many could achieve the distance or power she was currently getting. She laughed as her veritable waterfall of pee continued to soak the stone.
    “Shee this, Hylian? This is how we Guh-Gerudo do it!”
     
    After an eternity, Deltan’s bladder was finally empty. She pulled her pants back up and noted with pride that the sand was barely absorbing any of her puddle. 
    “Whadya think of that?” she asked, turning towards the smaller vai, who had finished peeing much earlier. The Hylian was bug-eyed. She stared unblinkingly at Deltan for a moment before dashing off, hands covering her groin.
    “Wha whuzzat all about?” Deltan wondered aloud. She shrugged. “Hylians, huh?”
  15. Upvote
    PPP got a reaction from YuriChaosLord for a blog entry, Day 15: Wetting on a Dare (KonoSuba)   
    The four adventurers sat around a campfire, chatting merrily. They had completed a quest to find a rare amulet, and had stopped for the night on their way back to the guild hall. Spirits were high and drinks were flowing freely. As the girls around him continued their conversation, Kazuma Satou stared into the crackling flames. An old memory began to stir, from way back before he had been reincarnated into this fantasy world, even before he had shut himself in his room.
     
    “You know,” said Kazuma, “I went camping once back in Japan.”
    “Huh!” scoffed Aqua, the goddess who served as the party’s Archpriest. “A shut-in NEET like you going camping? That’s rich.”
    “I wasn’t always a NEET!” said Kazuma defensively. “I mean, I never was!”
    “What was camping like, Kazuma?” asked Megumin, the explosion-obsessed Mage of the group, trying to defuse the situation.
    “It was back when I was a kid,” said Kazuma. “I went with a bunch of classmates. It was kinda fun. We roasted marshmallows and played all these dumb games: hide-and-seek, rock-paper-scissors, truth or dare…”
    “‘Truth or dare?’” asked Darkness, the Crusader of the bunch. “What’s that?”
     
    “Well, it’s pretty much what it sounds like,” Kazuma explained. “You take turns asking each other ‘truth or dare,’ and choose one to do. If you back out of the dare, you have to do the truth, and vice versa.”
    “Sounds like fun!” cried Darkness, her face turning red. Kazuma wasn’t surprised; the Crusader’s masochistic tendencies were an open secret. 
    “Yeah, let’s play!” Megumin concurred. Aqua also voiced her agreement and the game was on.
     
    “Okay, Darkness,” said Megumin. “Truth or dare?”
    “Dare!” squealed Darkness. “Dare dare dare!”
    “Okay,” said Megumin, searching for an idea, “I dare you to… to…” Inspiration struck and she grabbed the bottle of liquor Aqua was nursing. “I dare you to finish this in ten seconds!”
    “Hey, that’s mine!” Aqua protested, but Darkness wasn’t listening. She took the bottle and chugged it down in half the time Megumin had given her.
    “Ahh,” said Darkness, hiccuping. “That h-hits the spot!” Aqua looked like she was about to cry, but Kazuma quickly stepped in.
     
    “Aqua,” said Kazuma, “truth or dare?”
    “Hmm,” Aqua mulled, her worries forgotten. “I’ll take the truth!”
    “Okay then,” Kazuma got a wicked grin on his face. “I’ve been trying to figure this out since I met you: do you wear panties or not? I mean, I’ve tried to get a look, but…”
    “What?” cried Aqua, blushing. “I refuse to answer that! I’ll take the dare.”
    “Very well,” said Kazuma. “I dare you to show me your panties. Or lack thereof.”
    “Hey, that’s cheating!” Aqua protested.
    “Hey, no backing out!” said Darkness.
    “Fine then!” Aqua stood up, turned her back to her companions, and lifted up her skirt. Her round, pale backside was on full display for a couple seconds before she covered up.
    “Huh,” said Kazuma, “guess she doesn’t wear them.”
    “I’m not sure,” Darkness argued. “She could be wearing a thong; we didn’t get a good look.”
    “I dunno,” said Megumin. “If that were the case, it’d really be riding up her butt crack.”
    Everyone laughed except Aqua, and the game continued.
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    As round after round passed, Darkness started to feel all the liquids she drank flow through her. She didn’t say anything for two reasons: her enjoyment of the game, and her masochism. Darkness got off on any kind of physical torment, and holding in her pee to the point of hurting was always fun. It wasn’t her all-time favorite, but the upside was that didn’t require anyone to help; just a lot of liquid. Darkness crossed her legs and tapped her foot to try to hide her mounting desperation. She didn’t want the rest of the group catching on.
     
    Darkness’ bladder filled up quickly, and was soon begging to be emptied. Darkness fought the urge.
    Not yet, she told herself. Not until the pain kicks in. Ooh, it’ll feel so good! She shuddered with anticipation.
    “Hey, Darkness! Darkness!”
    “Huh?” The Crusader had been so wrapped up in her thoughts of torture that she didn’t initially. notice Kazuma calling her name. “Uh, what is it Kazuma?”
    “It’s your turn now,” said Kazuma, a little irritated.
    “I choose the dare!” Darkness exclaimed.
    “No, no,” said Kazuma. “It’s your turn to ask me!”
    “Oh. Kazuma, truth or dare?”
    “Truth,” Kazuma answered. Darkness thought for a few moments.
    “Okay, between me, Aqua and Megumin, which of us do you find most attractive?”
    “Umm…,” Kazuma faltered as he saw the other two girls glaring at him. “I changed my mind; I’ll take the dare!”
     
    As Darkness tried to think of a dare, her bladder gave a painful spasm. Inspiration struck!
    “Kazuma, I dare you to squeeze me around the waist,” she said. Trying to hold my pee while you squeeze it out of me! It’ll be great! Kazuma looked confused, but he followed the Crusader’s command. When he wrapped his arms tightly around her midsection, Darkness clenched her abdominal muscles until they burned. Despite her best efforts, she felt a bit of urine spurt out. She gasped in delight and Kazuma pulled away, sensing things were getting awkward.
     
    If Darkness had been desperate before, it was nothing compared to now. Her bladder was continually throbbing painfully, more pee was leaking out, and she could no longer sit still. Darkness bounced up and down on her seat, her face red and her breathing heavy. It felt so good!
    “Hey Darkness,” said Megumin, “truth or dare?”
    “Dare,” Darkness gasped, barely able to form coherent words.
    “Are you okay?” asked Megumin.
    “Looks like she really has to pee,” said Aqua.
    “Hmm,” Megumin’s face lit up. “I dare you to wet yourself.”
     
    Darkness squealed in delight. Wet myself and be humiliated in front of everyone? Could it get any better? 
    “I’ll do it!” she cried ecstatically.
    “Megumin, what have you done?” Kazuma groaned. Darkness wasn’t listening. Heart pounding with anticipation, Darkness allowed her bladder to let go. Her pee gushed out of her, soaking her panties in a matter of seconds and forming a massive puddle beneath her dress. 
    “Ooooh!” moaned Darkness, now drooling with pleasure. The release felt even better than the prolonged holding. Combined with the turn-on of humiliation, she soon felt another kind of fluid leak out. Darkness sat there, panting heavily, as her golden puddle continued to grow.
     
    Minutes passed, and Darkness’ bladder still wasn’t empty. That was fine by her; she would have made the sensation of release last forever if she could. Alas, all good things must come to an end, and Darkness eventually felt the flow of urine slow down. After the last of it dribbled out, Darkness looked down at the results. The entire front of her dress was soaked, her panties were completely sodden, and she couldn’t believe the size of the puddle she had made.
    “Ah, that felt good,” she sighed. “Um, can someone help me clean up?”
    “On it,” said Aqua. “Purification!” With the goddess’ spell, all the pee turned to water. “There!” she announced with satisfaction. “That should wash out more easily!”
    “Ahem,” Kazuma coughed. He looked embarrassed, probably realizing he had just watched one of his companions get herself off. “I, uh, think that wraps up the game. Let’s pack it in for the night.”
    “Okay,” said Darkness, heading to her tent. But there’s no way I’m going to sleep just yet. I still feel… aroused. 
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    PPP got a reaction from Saitama34 for a blog entry, Day 8: Desperate While in Costume (My Hero Academia)   
    Ochaco Uraraka sipped her tea and looked down at the harbor. Boats heavy with cargo were heading in and out, their contents being unloaded by burly dock workers. Children ran along the pier, disturbing fishermen who were angling for a bite.
    “Beautiful, isn’t it?” Ochaco turned her head towards the speaker: Gunhead, the Pro Hero she was interning under. His name was appropriate (if not especially creative): four muzzle-like holes adorned his mask, the bracers on his wrists resembled silver revolver chambers, and his Quirk, Gatling, fired projectiles from his knuckles. Despite his intimidating appearance, Gunhead had proven himself to be very friendly and helpful to Ochaco.
     
    “I’ve always loved the sea,” Gunhead continued. “It’s so… peaceful. Wouldn’t you agree?”
    “Mm-hm,” Ochaco mumbled, finishing her tea. Patrol duty was thirsty work, especially on a hot day like today. 
    ‘Be a hero in hot weather! Wear sunscreen when outside and be sure to stay hydrated!’ Ochaco could hear the PSA from the legendary hero All-Might in her head. Ever conscientious, she had taken his advice to heart. She had enough sunscreen on to block Todoroki’s flames, and she was on her third cup of tea. 
     
    “Say, is patrolling the docks usually this peaceful?” Ochaco asked. As if in response to her question, an enormous wave swelled up, sending ships crashing into the harbor. People screamed and fled as the perpetrator revealed himself, rising from the depths. Dressed in scale-patterned spandex, his hair and beard were made of flowing water.
    “I am the Fisher King!” he announced. “I am here to-”
    Ochaco blocked out the rest of the villain’s monologue. Right now, she was focused on how to stop him. Gunhead was on the same page.
    “Your first priority is to get everyone to safety!” he ordered. “I’ll hold him off as best I can!”
     
    With that, they sprung into action. Gunhead leapt from the rooftop and opened fire with Gatling. Fisher King lashed out with a tendril of water, but the hero avoided the attack and kept strafing. Ochaco, meanwhile, jumped to her feet and immediately winced as she felt the massive amount of liquid sloshing in her bladder.
    Too much tea! she thought in a panic, then swiftly reprimanded herself. That doesn’t matter right now! What matters is the rescue! Ochaco got to work immediately with her Quirk, Zero Gravity. Seeing the overturned shipping containers were blocking the escape route, she concentrated as hard as she could and made them weightless, lifting them out of the way. Using her power on such heavy objects always made her stomach churn, a sensation that did not go well with a full bladder. Ochaco tried to ignore it and instead focused on directing civilians to safety.
     
    Once everyone had left the docks, Ochaco finally let the containers drop.
    “Oof,” she groaned, “I don’t think I could have held those much longer!” With that, a sharp pang shot through her bladder. 
    Gah, don't think about holding! she scolded herself. Think about your task!
    However, as she used her Quirk to hurl debris at Fisher King, Ochaco found it hard to think about anything but her desperation. Every splash of water the villain threw in retaliation was a taunt, daring her to just give up. Just let go and wet herself. It would feel so good…
    No! I won’t give in! Plus Ultra!
     
    Her spirits bolstered by the school’s motto, Ochaco levitated an anchor high into the air. Holding it in place, she lifted a nearby boat with a metallic groan. Keeping the something so main the air was pushing both her powers and her bladder to their limits, but she gritted her teeth and kept going, even as she felt a few drops of pee leak out. Ochaco touched her fingertips together, causing the suspended objects to drop. Fisher King saw the boat falling and quickly got out of the way. But he didn’t see the anchor falling from higher in the air.
    KLONK!
     
    “Well, looks like he’s out cold,” said Gunhead, catching his breath. “Nice work there.”
    “Thank you, sir,” Ochaco said hurriedly before letting herself float into the air. Now that the villain was defeated, her attention was focused on relieving her bulging bladder, and she saw only one way to do that immediately. Once she was a few hundred feet in the air, high enough that nobody would realize what she was doing. Ochaco let herself stop. She fumbled with her bodysuit before realizing she would have to remove it entirely to pee. Reluctantly, she peeled it off, letting it hang around her ankles
    Why didn’t I put in a zipper? she lamented, shivering in the wind chill.
     
    With the hard part out of the way, Ochaco assumed a sitting position and pulled her panties aside. She gasped as a gust of wind blew against her nether regions.
    Never mind that, just pee! Her bladder instantly obeyed that command, letting loose with a trickle that thickened into a flowing stream. Ochaco sighed in relief, and looked down to see her pee stream break up into droplets as it fell, sprinkling the ocean so far below her.
    I can’t believe I’m doing this, she thought. At least no one can see me. And it’s not like I’m polluting, right? Fish do it all the time.
     
    As her bladder emptied,  Ochaco’s stream gradually turned back into drips. The last one slowly made its way out, like a drop of water from a leaky faucet. With her midair bathroom break finished, Ochaco let the breeze dry her, then pulled her clothes back into place. She gently descended, and came face to face with a bewildered Gunhead.
    “What the heck was that about?” he asked.
    “Oh, I, uh…” Ochaco stuttered, desperately trying to think of a lie. “Um, I sometimes float after a victory. Like, you know, like a celebration?”
    “I know what you mean,” said Gunhead. He fired off Gatling in an imitation of a 21-gun salute and laughed. “All of us heroes have weird things we just do sometimes.”
    “Haha, yeah,” Ochaco laughed nervously, hoping the Pro Hero would never find out just how true that was.
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    PPP got a reaction from Tionpee for a blog entry, Day 4: Desperate During a Presentation or Performance (Splatoon 2)   
    Spirits were high in Inkopolis Square. It was Splatfest time once again, where teams of Inklings would compete to determine what was the freshest. In this case, the theme was seasonal: Cocoa With Marshmallows vs. Cocoa With Whipped Cream. (No, Cocoa With Both was not an option.) All of Inkopolis was abuzz, and nowhere was that excitement more keenly felt than backstage, where the pop duo Off the Hook were getting their final preparations done.
     
    “Hey Marina, is my crown on straight?” asked Pearl, the shorter of the duo.
    “No,” Marina replied, “but I think it looks better that way. How about my eyeliner? Does that look okay?”
    “You look fine, girl,” said Pearl with a dismissive wave of her hand. “If anything, I’d be more worried about your pants. I mean, we’re trying to keep this E for Everyone.”
    “Pearlie!” gasped Marina in mock horror. Both girls were dressed in their hip-hop outfits for the occasion. In Pearl’s case, this was a gold crown, platform shoes and a hoodie that hung down to her knees. Marina, on the other hand, was wearing a bandana, crop top, and some very low-cut capris.
    “Come on,” said Pearl. “Let’s do this thing!” They headed out onto the stage.
     
    “Whazzup, fishes!” cried Pearl to cheers from the audience.
    “Pearl, language!” Marina chided. 
    “We’re coming at you live from Inkopolis Square,” Pearl continued. “This is Off!”
    “The!” Marina shouted into her clip-on mic.
    “Hook!” both cried together. 
    “We’ve got one great Splatfest going for you tonight,” said Pearl.
    “Everyone loves hot cocoa,” Marina chimed in, “but what goes best on top?”
    “Marshmallows, obviously,” Pearl answered.
    “Are you crazy?” cried Marina. “Nothing beats whipped cream!”
    The duo’s banter was mostly pre-scripted, but both gave their performances their all.
    “So you like whipped cream, huh?” Pearl jeered. “‘Cause your team’s gonna get whipped and creamed!”
    “Oh yeah?” Marina retorted. “Well, your team’s gonna… gonna..”
    “What? No winning comeback?”
    “No,” snapped Marina, “we’re gonna be too busy winning the game! Don’t let me down out there, Cream Team!”
    “Same goes for you, Marshmallow Marshalls,” Pearl added.
     
    Their rapport finished, the duo went to their stations. Marina handled the DJ’s turntables, while Pearl stepped up to the stage microphone. Marina started up Color Pulse, one of Off the Hook’s most popular songs. She adjusted her mic and sang her part of the energetic pop hit, then handed the stage over to Pearl for the rap verse. As the diminutive Inkling spat fresh rhymes , Marina provided instrumentals and bobbed her head in tune, the tentacles on her head jiggling energetically. Whether her team won or lost, she loved the thrill of performing for Splatfests.
     
    The duo continued with some of their greatest hits: Ebb and Flow, Acid Hues, and their cover of Fest Zest. After performing Muck Warfare, Pearl made an announcement.
    “All right, Inkopolis! Don’t go anywhere; Off the Hook will be right back after this short break!”
    She hurried backstage and Marina followed.
    “Are you okay?” the Octoling asked.
    “Yeah,” said Pearl, wiping her brow. “My throat’s just a little sore from all that singing.”
    She walked over to a nearby dispenser and poured herself a mug of cocoa. “Want some?”
    “Sure,” Marina replied. She took the mug and guzzled the hot liquid down. It tasted heavenly! She refilled her mug and drained it in seconds.
    “What, no whipped cream?” Pearl joked.
    “This tastes great even without it,” said Marina. “And between you and me, whipped cream’s great, but I also really like marshmallows.”
    “Same here,” Pearl said with a smile. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting any longer.”
     
    Once they were back onstage, Pearl got a more intense vibe going with the duo’s punk-inspired Nasty Majesty. After that, they kept the energy high with their guitar-heavy single Raise Your Tentacles. They were halfway through Shark Bytes when Marina felt a pang in her bladder. 
    Ooh, that was too much cocoa! she moaned inwardly. And it hasn’t even been that long! That stuff goes right through you! Marina crossed her legs in an attempt to lessen her desperation.
    Okay Marina, relax, she thought, trying to calm herself. Just do a few more songs, then it’ll be time for another break and you can drain the ink tank. You can do this!
     
    For a while, it seemed like she could. Marina’s need to pee wasn’t too frantic during Off the Hook’s cover of Frantic Aspic, and she made it through Riptide Rupture without a ruptured bladder. But during her verse of Fly Octo Fly, Marina inadvertently uncrossed her legs while shaking her hips to the tune. That was all the incentive her bladder needed, and Marina gasped as she felt something warm dribble down the leg of her pants. She quickly clenched her lower muscles to stop the flow, but a few more drops leaked out. Ever the professional, Marina kept singing, but internally she was panicking. 
    I don’t wanna wet my pants! Too soon or not, I gotta ask for another break. This Octo has gotta go!
     
    When it came time for Pearl to start the final verse, Marina seized her opportunity. Meeting Pearl’s eyes, she mouthed out Gotta pee!
    What? Pearl mouthed back.
    Pee, dangit! Marina mouthed. She wasn’t about to announce her need in front of an audience. Pearl nodded, and Marina was flooded with relief. However, that relief turned to horror in seconds when Pearl belted out the opening notes of the classic song Free Salmon. With a sinking feeling in her stomach (which did not go well with the painful feeling in her bladder), Marina realized her partner had misheard her request. 
    Why, why, why? Marina lamented. Free Salmon’s twelve splatting minutes long!
    She looked over to Pearl, who was too engrossed in the song to notice her. 
    Guess I’ll have to grin and bear it.
     
    Throughout the performance, the only dance Marina was doing was one of desperation. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as her pee tried to force its way out. Her hands were shaking as she worked the turntables. She ended up butchering the guitar solo, but she didn’t care. As soon as Pearl sang the final notes, Marina said a hurried goodbye into her mic and dashed backstage, hands jammed between her legs.
    Where’s the bathroom where’s the bathroom bathroom where? Marina’s thoughts were barely coherent as she frantically looked around the small backstage area. Gotta find one gotta find one gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!
     
    Just then, Marina felt her bladder spasm violently. Drops of urine spurted out, like the first drops of rain before a deluge. In that instant, Marina knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. Hardly believing what she was doing, she pulled down her pants and squatted. Not a second later, the floodgates opened and a powerful stream of pee jetted out of her, hitting the floor with a loud splattering noise. A tingling sensation of relief came over Marina as her bladder gratefully emptied its contents.
    “Oooooh,” she moaned in pleasure. Who knew peeing like this could feel so good? I’ve only ever felt something like this that time one when I was… inking my splat zone. Sooo good!
     
    Eventually, Marina’s sense of ecstasy wore off as her stream died down. She shook off the last few drops and pulled her pants back up, wincing at the few wet patches. Refreshed and relieved, Marina strolled back onstage. But something was wrong. The crowd was silent, and Pearl was wide-eyed and red-faced.
    “What’s wrong?" asked Marina. Unable to speak, Pearl pointed at the Octoling’s shirt. Marina looked down and felt her hearts stop. Her clip-on mic was turned on.
    So that means… everyone heard… Marina shrieked in embarrassment and turned even redder than Pearl. She felt tears well up in her eyes and buried her head in her hands.
     
    “Marina?”
    The Octoling looked up to see Pearl walking towards her wearing a look of deepest sympathy.
    “It’s okay, Marinaaaaah!” Pearl cried out as she tripped over an exposed wire. The Inkling landed head over heels, causing her hoodie to droop down and reveal the polka-dot  boxer shorts she was wearing underneath. The crowd burst out laughing. Marina felt terrible, until Pearl raised her head and gave a conspiratorial wink.
    “Don’t worry, my girl,” Pearl whispered, making no effort to cover up. “I got you covered.”
    “Oh, Pearlie!” Marina gushed. “You’re the best!”
    “Darn straight,” Pearl replied. She picked herself up. “Now, let’s get back to the show.” Marina nodded in agreement.
    “We’re back, everyone!” Marina exclaimed, to cheers from the audience.
    “Yo, Inkopolis!” shouted Pearl. “Who’s ready for more..”
    “Off!”
    “The!”
    “Hook!”
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    PPP got a reaction from WetWinter for a blog entry, Day 7: Need to Go While on a Walk (Breath of the Wild)   
    It was the simple things in life that one missed the most, Princess Zelda reflected. Now that she and Link had banished the great evil known as Calamity Ganon, there was time to indulge in those things. Things like a pleasant walk in Finra Woods, for example.
     
    Zelda smiled as the sun warmed her back and leaves crunched under her feet.
    “Isn’t this lovely?” she said. Beside her, Link simply nodded in agreement. He was a man of few words, but Zelda could tell by his expression that he was enjoying their stroll as well. 
    Oh, this is nice, Zelda thought. To be able to take a walk without having to worry about being attacked by monsters. Nothing could ruin this. Well, except for rain, I suppose. Zelda grimaced as she felt a twinge in her bladder. Or that.
     
    Not wanting to interrupt anything, Zelda tried to hold it in for a while. However, as much as she tried to deny it, she could feel the urge to relieve herself getting stronger and stronger. It became clear to her that she would have to do her business in the woods. While she had been out in the wilderness before, she had never been forced to resort to it. How hard could it be though? The real problem was getting rid of Link. Zelda was sure he was chivalrous enough to give her privacy, but she didn’t want to embarrass them both by bringing up her need. What to do?
     
    Luckily for Zelda, a solution soon presented itself. She spotted a bright yellow flower in the middle of the path and leaned down to touch it, only for it to vanish in a puff of smoke.
    “There must be a Korok hiding nearby!” Zelda realized. “Link, do you want to try and track it down?” Link nodded. He had always had a fondness for these forest spirits and the seeds they possessed that she never quite understood. Zelda sighed in relief when Link took off after the Korok.
     
    With that out of the way, Zelda was free to tend to her bladder. Moving behind a large tree for some extra cover, she lowered herself into a squatting position and pulled down her pants and underwear. The pants were simple and practical, but she still wore panties made of fine cloth befitting royalty. It would be a crime to get them wet. Zelda closed her eyes and relaxed, and a gentle pee stream began to flow from her. Her delicate tinkle barely made a sound as it splashed the forest leaves.
    Ah, that’s better, Zelda thought with some satisfaction. It almost feels… peaceful, relieving myself out here.
     
    Zelda finished peeing, wiped herself off with a nearby leaf, and readjusted her clothes. Barely a moment later, Link reappeared with a triumphant look on his face.
    “Did you find the Korok?” Zelda asked. Link nodded and held up a golden Korok seed as proof. “Well done,” said Zelda. “Now, shall we continue?” Link smiled and nodded again. It was only as they were walking away that Zelda realized the puddle she had made was easily visible. 
    Did Link see it? she thought, blushing. She tried to read her companion’s expression, but he gave no indication one way or the other.
    Oh well, Zelda rationalized, it isn’t the end of the world if he did. After all, everyone needs to relieve themselves. Despite herself, another thought popped into her head. I wonder if Link ever had to deal with needing to go while adventuring?
    If only she knew about that one time in Gerudo City…
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    PPP got a reaction from WetWinter for a blog entry, Day 5: Drunk and Desperate (Breath of the Wild)   
    In the heart of Hyrule’s most barren desert, there lay the oasis of Gerudo Town. Exclusive to women (vai, in Gerudo tongue), the city was famed for many things: its beautiful jewelry, first-class shopping, and the strong and proud Gerudo warriors, to name a few. It was also known for the popular bar The Noble Canteen, where a Gerudo named Deltan currently sat, nursing her sorrows.
     
    “‘I don’t like girls twice my height,’” she groaned, slurring her words. “But I’m only eight feet tall!” She downed the rest of her drink and called over to Furosa, the bartender. “Hey! Bring me another!”
    “I think you’ve had quite enough, young lady,” Furosa replied.
    “N-nonshense!” Deltan protested. “I’ve only had… uh, I forget how many.”
    “Look, it’s getting dark,” Furosa said with a sigh. “I have to close up shop.”
    Reluctantly, Deltan got to her feet, tossed some coins onto the bar, and staggered out the door.
    “I’ll be buh-back tomorrow,” she proclaimed.
    “I don’t doubt that,” Furosa muttered, watching the drunken Gerudo leave.
    -----------------------------
    In the outskirts of the city, a lone figure paced back and forth. It stopped briefly and adjusted the veil over its face. Link, the hero of Hyrule, had been in worse predicaments, but never one this odd. As if having to cross-dress to enter Gerudo City wasn’t enough, he was now faced with a new dilemma: how to relieve himself without blowing his cover. He had been searching for Korok seeds at sunset when he felt a sudden urge in his bladder. All the liquid-filled hydromelons he had consumed to keep cool were coming back to haunt him.
     
    Normally, Link would have just found an out-of-the-way shrub or tree. However, his need was so urgent this time that he doubted he would make it far from the city. And while he wasn’t technically inside the walls, the Gerudo guards were on duty all day and night. If one of them saw him peeing while standing, it would raise some questions at the very least. 
     
    Another surge, stronger this time, hit him, and Link realized he had no choice. Looking around for anyone who might be watching, he ran up to one of the outer walls for some cover. He pulled down the front of his sirwal just enough to let his penis out and relaxed his bladder. A steady stream of urine flowed out, striking the wall and running down to the ground, where it was swallowed by the desert sand. Link sighed in relief. Then he heard footsteps approaching…
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    Deltan tried to make her way home, but it wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be spinning, and it was really starting to get dark now. Walking near the edge of the city limits, she started to feel the other effects of all the alcohol she had consumed. Furosa experimentally put a hand on her midsection and was surprised at the size of the bulge she felt.
    “Oooh.. so full,” she mumbled. “Gotta… gotta.. pssshhh…”
    Deltan hissed out the onomatopoeia and felt a few drops of urine trickle down her legs, urged on by the sound.
     
    “Gotta… do it now!” Deltan moaned. As fast as she could, she staggered out a gateway to the city’s outer walls. Even though she was drunk, she still had the presence of mind to not want to be seen doing something like this. Furosa found a wall that looked isolated enough and dropped her pants to her ankles. It was only then that she noticed a tinkling noise coming from her right. She turned and saw something that she had missed in the darkness, something unusual: a Hylian dressed in Gerudo garb, standing and urinating against the wall.
    ------------------------------------
    Link’s heart began to race as the Gerudo woman approached him and disrobed. He turned away and tried to finish his business quickly, but his stream was showing no signs of slowing down.
    “Hey!”
    Link began to panic. If the Gerudo recognized him as a man, he’d never be let back in the city.
    “Hey!” the Gerudo called again. “Yesh, you!”
    This is it, Link thought. I’m done for.
    “Hey! Lishen!” the Gerudo slurred. Link braced himself for the worst.
    “Hey, w-where’d you learn to pish like a Gerudo?”
    Huh? A look of confusion clouded Link’s face. What is she talking about?
    -----------------------------------------------------
    Seeing the confusion on the Hylian vai’s face, Deltan decided that a demonstration was in order.
    “Yuh-you know, like this!”Deltan took two fingers and spread her labia like the wings of a Keese. She allowed her bladder to let go, and a thick stream gushed from between her legs at an almost horizontal angle. It easily put the Hylian’s trickle to shame, sending droplets flying as it showered the wall in a chaotic spray. Deltan took a few steps backwards to avoid the backsplash and admire the success of her efforts. All Gerudo warriors were taught to relieve themselves standing up; it was much more convenient than squatting. Still, Furosa doubted many could achieve the distance or power she was currently getting. She laughed as her veritable waterfall of pee continued to soak the stone.
    “Shee this, Hylian? This is how we Guh-Gerudo do it!”
     
    After an eternity, Deltan’s bladder was finally empty. She pulled her pants back up and noted with pride that the sand was barely absorbing any of her puddle. 
    “Whadya think of that?” she asked, turning towards the smaller vai, who had finished peeing much earlier. The Hylian was bug-eyed. She stared unblinkingly at Deltan for a moment before dashing off, hands covering her groin.
    “Wha whuzzat all about?” Deltan wondered aloud. She shrugged. “Hylians, huh?”
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    PPP got a reaction from OmoGamer32 for a blog entry, Day 5: Drunk and Desperate (Breath of the Wild)   
    In the heart of Hyrule’s most barren desert, there lay the oasis of Gerudo Town. Exclusive to women (vai, in Gerudo tongue), the city was famed for many things: its beautiful jewelry, first-class shopping, and the strong and proud Gerudo warriors, to name a few. It was also known for the popular bar The Noble Canteen, where a Gerudo named Deltan currently sat, nursing her sorrows.
     
    “‘I don’t like girls twice my height,’” she groaned, slurring her words. “But I’m only eight feet tall!” She downed the rest of her drink and called over to Furosa, the bartender. “Hey! Bring me another!”
    “I think you’ve had quite enough, young lady,” Furosa replied.
    “N-nonshense!” Deltan protested. “I’ve only had… uh, I forget how many.”
    “Look, it’s getting dark,” Furosa said with a sigh. “I have to close up shop.”
    Reluctantly, Deltan got to her feet, tossed some coins onto the bar, and staggered out the door.
    “I’ll be buh-back tomorrow,” she proclaimed.
    “I don’t doubt that,” Furosa muttered, watching the drunken Gerudo leave.
    -----------------------------
    In the outskirts of the city, a lone figure paced back and forth. It stopped briefly and adjusted the veil over its face. Link, the hero of Hyrule, had been in worse predicaments, but never one this odd. As if having to cross-dress to enter Gerudo City wasn’t enough, he was now faced with a new dilemma: how to relieve himself without blowing his cover. He had been searching for Korok seeds at sunset when he felt a sudden urge in his bladder. All the liquid-filled hydromelons he had consumed to keep cool were coming back to haunt him.
     
    Normally, Link would have just found an out-of-the-way shrub or tree. However, his need was so urgent this time that he doubted he would make it far from the city. And while he wasn’t technically inside the walls, the Gerudo guards were on duty all day and night. If one of them saw him peeing while standing, it would raise some questions at the very least. 
     
    Another surge, stronger this time, hit him, and Link realized he had no choice. Looking around for anyone who might be watching, he ran up to one of the outer walls for some cover. He pulled down the front of his sirwal just enough to let his penis out and relaxed his bladder. A steady stream of urine flowed out, striking the wall and running down to the ground, where it was swallowed by the desert sand. Link sighed in relief. Then he heard footsteps approaching…
    -------------------------------
    Deltan tried to make her way home, but it wasn’t easy. Everything seemed to be spinning, and it was really starting to get dark now. Walking near the edge of the city limits, she started to feel the other effects of all the alcohol she had consumed. Furosa experimentally put a hand on her midsection and was surprised at the size of the bulge she felt.
    “Oooh.. so full,” she mumbled. “Gotta… gotta.. pssshhh…”
    Deltan hissed out the onomatopoeia and felt a few drops of urine trickle down her legs, urged on by the sound.
     
    “Gotta… do it now!” Deltan moaned. As fast as she could, she staggered out a gateway to the city’s outer walls. Even though she was drunk, she still had the presence of mind to not want to be seen doing something like this. Furosa found a wall that looked isolated enough and dropped her pants to her ankles. It was only then that she noticed a tinkling noise coming from her right. She turned and saw something that she had missed in the darkness, something unusual: a Hylian dressed in Gerudo garb, standing and urinating against the wall.
    ------------------------------------
    Link’s heart began to race as the Gerudo woman approached him and disrobed. He turned away and tried to finish his business quickly, but his stream was showing no signs of slowing down.
    “Hey!”
    Link began to panic. If the Gerudo recognized him as a man, he’d never be let back in the city.
    “Hey!” the Gerudo called again. “Yesh, you!”
    This is it, Link thought. I’m done for.
    “Hey! Lishen!” the Gerudo slurred. Link braced himself for the worst.
    “Hey, w-where’d you learn to pish like a Gerudo?”
    Huh? A look of confusion clouded Link’s face. What is she talking about?
    -----------------------------------------------------
    Seeing the confusion on the Hylian vai’s face, Deltan decided that a demonstration was in order.
    “Yuh-you know, like this!”Deltan took two fingers and spread her labia like the wings of a Keese. She allowed her bladder to let go, and a thick stream gushed from between her legs at an almost horizontal angle. It easily put the Hylian’s trickle to shame, sending droplets flying as it showered the wall in a chaotic spray. Deltan took a few steps backwards to avoid the backsplash and admire the success of her efforts. All Gerudo warriors were taught to relieve themselves standing up; it was much more convenient than squatting. Still, Furosa doubted many could achieve the distance or power she was currently getting. She laughed as her veritable waterfall of pee continued to soak the stone.
    “Shee this, Hylian? This is how we Guh-Gerudo do it!”
     
    After an eternity, Deltan’s bladder was finally empty. She pulled her pants back up and noted with pride that the sand was barely absorbing any of her puddle. 
    “Whadya think of that?” she asked, turning towards the smaller vai, who had finished peeing much earlier. The Hylian was bug-eyed. She stared unblinkingly at Deltan for a moment before dashing off, hands covering her groin.
    “Wha whuzzat all about?” Deltan wondered aloud. She shrugged. “Hylians, huh?”
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    PPP got a reaction from Sarsar for a blog entry, Day 30: Your Choice: In the Snow (Breath of the Wild)   
    If you asked anyone what the greatest sport in Hyrule was, you would invariably get the same answer: shield surfing. Whether being pulled by a sand seal or going it alone, there was nothing quite like the thrill of shredding snow and sand. Selmie, the Duchess of Downhill, knew this better than anyone.
     
    Selmie stepped out of her cabin and the cold air of the Hebra Mountains greeted her. It was well below freezing, but the sun was out and there was no wind.
    Good conditions, Selmie thought. Let’s make some powder. She returned to her cabin momentarily to select her shield. After debating for a moment, she decided on the Kite Shield. The Rito-designed shield wasn’t as durable as some of the others, but it handled like a dream. With her shield in hand, Selmie climbed up the nearby peak. Staring down at the steep slope below, she took a deep breath to prepare herself. Then, in one smooth motion, she jumped into the air and slid the shield under her. She was off!
     
    Selmie shot down the slope like an arrow from a bow, laughing with exhilaration. 
    This is great! she thought, weaving between snowdrifts. I’m on track to beat my best time! Selmie continued surfing down the mountain at a lightning pace, white clouds trailing behind her. Before she knew it, the flags that marked the end of the course were in sight. Kicking out behind her, Selmie put on an extra burst of speed and slid between them, then leaned back, skidding to a halt.
    One minute and fifty seconds. I did it! I beat my record!
     
    Selmie cheered, a noise that echoed through the mountains. She sat down in the snow, taking a moment to catch her breath. In her relaxed state, Selmie realized something that her adrenaline had covered up: she needed to pee. Rather badly at that. Selmie groaned at the thought of holding it during her long trek back up the mountain. Then she had a better idea.
     
    “Why not commemorate this record?” Selmie said to herself. She walked over to a large snowpile, took off her gloves and pulled down her pants, then her long underwear. The cold stung her bare skin, but Selmie ignored it. Instead, she took two fingers and spread her labia. She unclenched her urethra and a golden stream of pee flowed from between her legs, forming an arc and sending steam up where it hit the snow. Peeing while standing would be impressive, but Selmie wanted to go one further. As soon as her urine had marked the snow, she wiggled her hips and fingers, directing the stream in different directions. Growing up in the Hebra Tundra, Selmie had naturally learned to write her name in the snow. It was harder for a girl, and her legs had been soaked in many failed attempts, but she had gotten the hang of it eventually.
     
    Selmie finished directing her stream just as her bladder ran dry. She wiped herself off with her glove, put her clothes back in place, and admired her work. On the snowbank, in sloppy but legible handwriting, three words were etched in yellow: SELMIE WAS HERE. 
    Not bad, thought Selmie approvingly. It would fade eventually and likely nobody would see it, but she had left an undeniable  mark on the slopes.
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    PPP got a reaction from cudi for a blog entry, Day 29: Unable to Get Clothing Off in Time (Fire Force)   
    The year was Solar Calendar 198. The world was a harsh place. Of all the many ways to die, there was one that was feared above all: death by fire. A new phenomenon had popped up known as Spontaneous Human Combustion. The condition turned people into Infernals, rampaging beasts made of flame. It was up to Special Fire Forces, like Company 8, to stop them.
     
    The alarm sounded, and Maki Oze was ready for action. Putting on her bulky firefighting gear, she raced to the garage, where the rest of Company 8 was already assembled.
    “We’ve got to move, people!” barked Captain Akitaru Ōbi. “Everyone into the Matchbox, I’ll explain on the way.” The Matchbox was Company 8’s nickname for the tank-like armored firetruck they used. It was a tight squeeze, but everyone managed to pile in.
     
    “Our target this time is a former salaryman,” Akitaru explained, raising his voice over the wail of the siren. “According to the report, he’s destroying the fifth floor of his office building.”
    “So we need to get there fast,” Lieutenant Takehisa Hinawa reasoned, “or the whole thing could collapse.”
    “Correct,” said Akitaru grimly. “There are hundreds of people trapped on the floors above. Everybody hold on tight!” The Matchbox shot forward, rocking back and forth on the uneven roads. Maki groaned as she swayed back and forth.
    “What’s wrong?” asked Tamaki Kotatsu. “Carsick?”
    “No, I’m fine,” said Maki. The truth was that she hadn’t relieved herself since that morning. Now, the constant movement was making all her pent-up pee slosh around in her bladder. Maki crossed her legs and prayed they’d arrive soon.
     
    Luckily, the journey didn’t take too long. The massive crowd of evacuees cleared, making room for the Matchbox. Maki took in the scene before her. The entire fifth floor was an inferno, and she could hear the people trapped above.
    “Okay, here’s the plan,” Akitaru said hurriedly. “Kusakabe, grab Oze and fly up to the fifth floor. Everyone else, take the stairs and meet them there.”
    “Got it,” said Shinra Kusakabe. The new recruit was a Third Generation pyrokinetic with the ability to shoot fire from his feet, propelling himself at high speeds. He held out his arms, and Maki backed into them.
    “You better not try to cop a feel,” she warned.
    “Like that’s possible through these jackets,” Shinra snarked. As the two began their ascent, Maki felt another twinge in her bladder.
    Ignore it, she told herself. There are people to save!
     
    Shinra stopped at the fifth floor and hovered in place. There was an open window, but flames were blocking it. 
    “Maki, you know what to do,” he said.
    “Right,” said Maki. As a Second Generation pyrokinetic, she couldn’t make flames, but she could manipulate existing ones. With a wave of her hands, she cleared a path in the wall of fire. Shinra flew through and not-so-gently dropped Maki to the floor.
    “Nice landing!” she griped, feeling the impact knock a few drops of pee loose.
    “Sorry,” said Shinra.
    “Never mind,” Maki sighed. “Let’s just find the Infer-” Her words were cut off by a monstrous roar.
    “I think we just did,” Shinra commented.
     
    Sure enough, the Infernal emerged from the fire, howling with rage. A huge, dark, vaguely human figure wreathed in flames, it charged at Maki. She dodged, jostling her bladder uncomfortably, and used her powers to push aside the flames on the floor. This cleared a path for Shinra, who immediately seized the opportunity. Powered by his fire, he leapt into the air and delivered a burning kick straight to the Infernal’s chest, shattering its core. The monster howled one last time then perished, disappearing in a burst of flame.
    “Nice work,” said Akitaru, arriving on the scene shortly after. “The two of you can head back to the Matchbox; the rest of us will clean up here.”
    “Thank you, Captain,” said Maki. “I, uh, think I’ll take the stairs this time.” She wasn’t sure her bladder would survive another flight with Shinra…
     
    Maki was in agony as she waited for what seemed like an eternity. The whole time Akitaru gave his after-action speech, all she could think about was how badly she needed to pee. Even worse, although the drive back was slower, it was just as bumpy. By the time they reached the station, Maki’s underwear was more than a little damp. She jumped out of the truck and was about to excuse herself when Tamaki interrupted.
    “I’ll be right back,” she said. “I gotta use the bathroom; I’ve been holding it for the entire ride back!”
    She must be better at hiding it than me, Maki thought, watching the other girl sprint off. 
    “Me too!” was all she said before she ran after Tamaki.
     
    Maki was a fast runner, and she actually reached the restroom before Tamaki. Her hands fumbling and her bladder quivering, Maki began to remove her heavy jacket. The garment took an agonizingly long time to take off, and while she was doing so, Tamaki appeared in the doorway.
    “Hey,” cried Tamaki, “wait for me -aah!” The girl slipped and fell. When she hit the ground, her jacket fell off, then her pants. Tamaki was exceptionally clumsy, and suffered from what she called the “Lucky Lecher Lure,” which would cause her to somehow lose her clothes or get into other lewd situations at the worst times. 
    “No!” cried Tamaki, turning red. “I- hey, it would have taken forever to get undressed! I never thought I’d say this, but thank you, Lucky Lecher Lure!”
    Lucky, thought Maki as the underwear-clad girl rushed into the nearest stall. She tried not to listen to the splash and sigh of relief as Tamaki began peeing.
     
    Finally, Maki’s jacket came off. She cringed as she felt another spurt of pee escape.
    Come on, she told herself, you can do this. Just gotta get the pants off next. Maki undid her belt and began to remove her bulky trousers. As she did, however, she started leaking at a slow but constant rate.
    “No no no!” she said to herself, her pants now down to her ankles. “Just a bit more, please!”
    But her bladder could take no more. The moment Maki kicked off her pants, it completely let go, unleashing a flood of pee into her shorts. She tried to stop it, but it was no use. Urine kept pouring out of her, soaking her crotch and running down her bare legs. Defeated, Maki slumped down into the puddle of her own making.
     
    Around the time Maki finally finished peeing, she heard a toilet flush. 
    “Phew, that’s better!” said Tamaki, walking out of the stall. Then she noticed the pool of pee beneath her coworker. “Oh, Maki. I’m so sorry!”
    “It’s- it’s okay,” Maki sniffed, standing up. Her lower body was now thoroughly drenched. “I just wet myself like a baby, that’s all.”
    “Hey,” said Tamaki, putting a hand on her shoulder, “don’t feel bad. This doesn’t make you any less of a fire soldier. I mean, embarrassing stuff happens to me all the time!”
    “I guess you’re right,” said Maki, smiling. “But I do need to wash myself off. Wanna hit the showers with me?”
    “Last one in is a rotten egg!” Tamaki shouted. She took a step towards the showers and her panties fell down. 
    “Lucky Lecher Lure strikes again,” Tamaki sighed.
  23. Upvote
    PPP got a reaction from WetWinter for a blog entry, Day 10: Urgent, But Bathroom is Not Up to Par (Metroid)   
    The door opened with a soft hiss. Samus Aran, the legendary intergalactic bounty hunter, strode inside. It had been hours since she had landed on Zebes, and she was leaving no stone on the wretched planet unturned in her hunt for the Space Pirates. She had explored the subterranean caverns, blasted Kraid into oblivion, and melted Crocomire. Now, it was time for her to investigate the mysterious wrecked ship.
     
    Keeping her Arm Cannon held out in front of her, Samus cautiously made her way down the hallway. The ship had obviously been stranded for a long time; the power was completely off and the pipes lining the walls had rusted through. Even with the light emitting from her visor, it was hard for her to see. She didn’t notice the corpse until she almost stumbled upon it.
     
    Samus inspected the body and saw that it was made up of little more than bones. She felt a twinge of pity for the poor soul, which was interrupted by a ghastly wail. Samus stepped back, and a horrible phantom appeared where she had been standing. A floating mass of distended skulls, it wailed again and vanished. When it reappeared, it was right on top of Samus. She could feel its touch draining her suit’s power, so she quickly rolled away and blasted the phantom with her Cannon. It screamed and burst into a cloud of dust.
     
    Surprised by the new enemy, but hardly frightened, Samus soldiered on. The next room she entered was pitch-black, with a few inches of water on the floor. There was a loud screech, and Samus felt something sharp slash her across the back. She wheeled around to see a dark yellow insectoid monster armed with blade-like claws. A Kihunter. It charged forward and slashed her again, ripping into her Power Suit. Samus stepped back and froze the creature with her Ice Beam. She followed up with a Super Missile, blowing it to pieces.
     
    With the danger over, Samus took a minute to survey the damage to her suit. Text flashed across the inside of her visor: SUIT INTEGRITY: 72%. ALERT: SUPPORT SYSTEMS COMPROMISED. GRAVITY SUIT FUNCTION: 66%. WASTE REMOVAL SYSTEM: 0%. NON-FUNCTIONAL.
    That wasn’t good. While her Gravity Suit would still work well enough, having the Waste Removal System broken was a serious annoyance. In Samus’ intergalactic travels, bathrooms weren’t always available, so if worse came to worst, the system allowed her to simply relieve herself in her Power Suit. She hated to do that, though. While the suit did a good job of filtering, she was always left with an uncomfortable damp feeling in the leotard she wore underneath. Besides, it was humiliating to wet herself like a child. Samus had a strong bladder, so she could usually avoid the worst case scenario. However, she realized with a sinking feeling, today she had been holding it ever since she arrived on Zebes.
     
    Samus considered her options and decided she would only wet herself as a last resort. After all, the wrecked ship likely had a restroom. Comforted by that knowledge, Samus continued forward, trying to ignore the nagging pressure in her bladder. She made her way through a seemingly endless series of corridors, blasting away at more of the skull-shaped phantoms. As the minutes dragged on by, her desperation grew worse and worse. She imagined another readout on her visor: BLADDER CAPACITY: 100%. RELEASE IMMINENT. Unable to cross her legs inside her Power Suit, Samus could only clench her abdominal muscles and continue with her desperate search for a bathroom.
     
    After a few more minutes of agony, Samus finally saw salvation: a sign for the restroom. The fact that it was the men’s room didn’t bother her; nobody was watching, and if there were only urinals… well, it had been messy, but she had peed standing up before. Samus flung open the door and felt her hope turn to dismay. The bathroom was in even worse shape than the rest of the ship; the walls were a mess of wrecked pipes and the lone toilet lay in pieces. She didn’t even want to think about the water on the floor. Disappointed, Samus slammed the door shut again.
     
    Samus’ next plan was to look for the ladies’ room, but she had only taken a few steps when a painful spasm ran through her bladder. Slowly but surely, drops of urine began to leak out. To her horror, Samus realized she was seconds away from completely losing control. Unwilling to wet herself, she could only think of one other option. She entered a command into her Power Suit and text popped up: POWER SUIT DISENGAGE. Bit by bit, Samus’ armor fell off, leaving her clad in only her black leotard.
     
    There was no time to lose. Samus quickly lowered herself into a squatting position and pulled the crotch of her leotard aside, leaving the pathway unobstructed. Almost immediately, pee began to flow. It shot out with a hiss in a steady stream, one that was powerful enough to splash the hand holding the leotard aside. Samus winced and tried to control the flow, but it was no use; her bladder wouldn’t obey. She sighed and resigned herself to getting a little wet.
     
    As the golden puddle at her feet continued to grow, Samus widened her squatting stance to avoid splashing her feet. She scowled. After so many hours the release felt fantastic, but she was more annoyed than anything else at having to relieve herself like this. At least it was preferable to soaking her leotard…
     
    Samus’ pee stream sputtered out and she scowled again; there was nothing to wipe with. She shook her hips, sending the last drops flying, then put her leotard back in place. To her relief, the crotch was only a little wet. She put her Power Suit back on and headed for the next room of the ship. Hopefully she could finish exploring it before her bladder filled up again…
  24. Upvote
    PPP got a reaction from bibibibi for a blog entry, Day 4: Desperate During a Presentation or Performance (Splatoon 2)   
    Spirits were high in Inkopolis Square. It was Splatfest time once again, where teams of Inklings would compete to determine what was the freshest. In this case, the theme was seasonal: Cocoa With Marshmallows vs. Cocoa With Whipped Cream. (No, Cocoa With Both was not an option.) All of Inkopolis was abuzz, and nowhere was that excitement more keenly felt than backstage, where the pop duo Off the Hook were getting their final preparations done.
     
    “Hey Marina, is my crown on straight?” asked Pearl, the shorter of the duo.
    “No,” Marina replied, “but I think it looks better that way. How about my eyeliner? Does that look okay?”
    “You look fine, girl,” said Pearl with a dismissive wave of her hand. “If anything, I’d be more worried about your pants. I mean, we’re trying to keep this E for Everyone.”
    “Pearlie!” gasped Marina in mock horror. Both girls were dressed in their hip-hop outfits for the occasion. In Pearl’s case, this was a gold crown, platform shoes and a hoodie that hung down to her knees. Marina, on the other hand, was wearing a bandana, crop top, and some very low-cut capris.
    “Come on,” said Pearl. “Let’s do this thing!” They headed out onto the stage.
     
    “Whazzup, fishes!” cried Pearl to cheers from the audience.
    “Pearl, language!” Marina chided. 
    “We’re coming at you live from Inkopolis Square,” Pearl continued. “This is Off!”
    “The!” Marina shouted into her clip-on mic.
    “Hook!” both cried together. 
    “We’ve got one great Splatfest going for you tonight,” said Pearl.
    “Everyone loves hot cocoa,” Marina chimed in, “but what goes best on top?”
    “Marshmallows, obviously,” Pearl answered.
    “Are you crazy?” cried Marina. “Nothing beats whipped cream!”
    The duo’s banter was mostly pre-scripted, but both gave their performances their all.
    “So you like whipped cream, huh?” Pearl jeered. “‘Cause your team’s gonna get whipped and creamed!”
    “Oh yeah?” Marina retorted. “Well, your team’s gonna… gonna..”
    “What? No winning comeback?”
    “No,” snapped Marina, “we’re gonna be too busy winning the game! Don’t let me down out there, Cream Team!”
    “Same goes for you, Marshmallow Marshalls,” Pearl added.
     
    Their rapport finished, the duo went to their stations. Marina handled the DJ’s turntables, while Pearl stepped up to the stage microphone. Marina started up Color Pulse, one of Off the Hook’s most popular songs. She adjusted her mic and sang her part of the energetic pop hit, then handed the stage over to Pearl for the rap verse. As the diminutive Inkling spat fresh rhymes , Marina provided instrumentals and bobbed her head in tune, the tentacles on her head jiggling energetically. Whether her team won or lost, she loved the thrill of performing for Splatfests.
     
    The duo continued with some of their greatest hits: Ebb and Flow, Acid Hues, and their cover of Fest Zest. After performing Muck Warfare, Pearl made an announcement.
    “All right, Inkopolis! Don’t go anywhere; Off the Hook will be right back after this short break!”
    She hurried backstage and Marina followed.
    “Are you okay?” the Octoling asked.
    “Yeah,” said Pearl, wiping her brow. “My throat’s just a little sore from all that singing.”
    She walked over to a nearby dispenser and poured herself a mug of cocoa. “Want some?”
    “Sure,” Marina replied. She took the mug and guzzled the hot liquid down. It tasted heavenly! She refilled her mug and drained it in seconds.
    “What, no whipped cream?” Pearl joked.
    “This tastes great even without it,” said Marina. “And between you and me, whipped cream’s great, but I also really like marshmallows.”
    “Same here,” Pearl said with a smile. “Well, let’s not keep them waiting any longer.”
     
    Once they were back onstage, Pearl got a more intense vibe going with the duo’s punk-inspired Nasty Majesty. After that, they kept the energy high with their guitar-heavy single Raise Your Tentacles. They were halfway through Shark Bytes when Marina felt a pang in her bladder. 
    Ooh, that was too much cocoa! she moaned inwardly. And it hasn’t even been that long! That stuff goes right through you! Marina crossed her legs in an attempt to lessen her desperation.
    Okay Marina, relax, she thought, trying to calm herself. Just do a few more songs, then it’ll be time for another break and you can drain the ink tank. You can do this!
     
    For a while, it seemed like she could. Marina’s need to pee wasn’t too frantic during Off the Hook’s cover of Frantic Aspic, and she made it through Riptide Rupture without a ruptured bladder. But during her verse of Fly Octo Fly, Marina inadvertently uncrossed her legs while shaking her hips to the tune. That was all the incentive her bladder needed, and Marina gasped as she felt something warm dribble down the leg of her pants. She quickly clenched her lower muscles to stop the flow, but a few more drops leaked out. Ever the professional, Marina kept singing, but internally she was panicking. 
    I don’t wanna wet my pants! Too soon or not, I gotta ask for another break. This Octo has gotta go!
     
    When it came time for Pearl to start the final verse, Marina seized her opportunity. Meeting Pearl’s eyes, she mouthed out Gotta pee!
    What? Pearl mouthed back.
    Pee, dangit! Marina mouthed. She wasn’t about to announce her need in front of an audience. Pearl nodded, and Marina was flooded with relief. However, that relief turned to horror in seconds when Pearl belted out the opening notes of the classic song Free Salmon. With a sinking feeling in her stomach (which did not go well with the painful feeling in her bladder), Marina realized her partner had misheard her request. 
    Why, why, why? Marina lamented. Free Salmon’s twelve splatting minutes long!
    She looked over to Pearl, who was too engrossed in the song to notice her. 
    Guess I’ll have to grin and bear it.
     
    Throughout the performance, the only dance Marina was doing was one of desperation. She shifted her weight from foot to foot as her pee tried to force its way out. Her hands were shaking as she worked the turntables. She ended up butchering the guitar solo, but she didn’t care. As soon as Pearl sang the final notes, Marina said a hurried goodbye into her mic and dashed backstage, hands jammed between her legs.
    Where’s the bathroom where’s the bathroom bathroom where? Marina’s thoughts were barely coherent as she frantically looked around the small backstage area. Gotta find one gotta find one gotta pee gotta pee gotta pee!
     
    Just then, Marina felt her bladder spasm violently. Drops of urine spurted out, like the first drops of rain before a deluge. In that instant, Marina knew she couldn’t hold it any longer. Hardly believing what she was doing, she pulled down her pants and squatted. Not a second later, the floodgates opened and a powerful stream of pee jetted out of her, hitting the floor with a loud splattering noise. A tingling sensation of relief came over Marina as her bladder gratefully emptied its contents.
    “Oooooh,” she moaned in pleasure. Who knew peeing like this could feel so good? I’ve only ever felt something like this that time one when I was… inking my splat zone. Sooo good!
     
    Eventually, Marina’s sense of ecstasy wore off as her stream died down. She shook off the last few drops and pulled her pants back up, wincing at the few wet patches. Refreshed and relieved, Marina strolled back onstage. But something was wrong. The crowd was silent, and Pearl was wide-eyed and red-faced.
    “What’s wrong?" asked Marina. Unable to speak, Pearl pointed at the Octoling’s shirt. Marina looked down and felt her hearts stop. Her clip-on mic was turned on.
    So that means… everyone heard… Marina shrieked in embarrassment and turned even redder than Pearl. She felt tears well up in her eyes and buried her head in her hands.
     
    “Marina?”
    The Octoling looked up to see Pearl walking towards her wearing a look of deepest sympathy.
    “It’s okay, Marinaaaaah!” Pearl cried out as she tripped over an exposed wire. The Inkling landed head over heels, causing her hoodie to droop down and reveal the polka-dot  boxer shorts she was wearing underneath. The crowd burst out laughing. Marina felt terrible, until Pearl raised her head and gave a conspiratorial wink.
    “Don’t worry, my girl,” Pearl whispered, making no effort to cover up. “I got you covered.”
    “Oh, Pearlie!” Marina gushed. “You’re the best!”
    “Darn straight,” Pearl replied. She picked herself up. “Now, let’s get back to the show.” Marina nodded in agreement.
    “We’re back, everyone!” Marina exclaimed, to cheers from the audience.
    “Yo, Inkopolis!” shouted Pearl. “Who’s ready for more..”
    “Off!”
    “The!”
    “Hook!”
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