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  1. Duarg

    Talibrations

    Tal’Zorah sighed, lying in her bed aboard the Normandy. It had been another boring day for the crew, more boring space in a boring sector of a boring galaxy. It was lazy days like this where Tali remembered how much she actually enjoyed being shot at. But for now, she was resigned to her fate aboard the Normandy. She tossed and turned in her bed, an uncomfortable feeling washing over her. Pulled from her thoughts, she realized her need to pee. Grumpily hoisting herself out of her bed, Tali made her way towards the elevator. “Ms. Zora.” Tali turned in surprise, watching as the EDI hologram came into view on her right. “You are wanted in the conference room.” EDI droned. “Can it wait? I wan-” “It has been classified as Urgent Ms. Zorah.” without another word, the hologram disappeared, leaving Tali alone in her room. The Quarian sighed, cursing in her language before storming out of her room towards the conference room of the SR2, pushing her bladder towards the back of her mind. “-llectors will likely be hiding around there, ready to ambush us.” said the familiar voice of Commander Shepard. Tali caught the tail end of a statement as she entered the room, waiting inside the room were 4 familiar faces. Shepard, Miranda, Garrus, and Mordin. They seemed to be discussing ‘tactics’ for combatting the Collectors and their hordes of paralyzing hornets. “Yes, but are we sure they wouldn’t come about from that area? That nebula would make a good spot for an ambushing ship.” chimed Miranda, with her trademark ‘Know-It-All’ attitude. “I doubt it,” said Garrus “the Collectors have never really been challenged, they’ll be in plain sight, assuming we can’t hit ‘em hard enough.” “She makes a good point. Collectors bold, but not stupid. Minimize casualties. Increase chances of total destruction, to enemy.” Mordin interjected. “We’ll exercise caution about it, but we won’t go out of our way to…” began Shepard, but Tali had stopped listening. She decided she cared little for the tactical discussion, zoning out and allowing her mind to wander. Why did they call me here if they were just going to ignore me? I am not a tactician, I just want to go pee….ugh, they’re still talking. Now I regret ignoring the waste disposal suit implant...oh...did they ask me something? “Tali?” Shepard repeated. “What do you think?” Tali blinked, unable to recall the topic of discussion. “Uh...sounds good, Shepard.” Shepard nodded, and they began droning on about useless nothing once more. “Shepard,” Tali interrupted. “May I be excused? It is clear you all have things….covered without me.” She gave a weak smile behind her mask, even if it was impossible for them to see, her bladder had not stopped seeking her attention, and she realized she couldn’t recall the last time she had gone number one. “Oh no, Tali. We need you here, we’re about to discuss the required maintenance schedules for the engines, and some other items you’d be interested in.” Explained Shepard. “Greeeat. I’ll just...take a seat, then.” Tali sighed defeatedly, taking a seat at the conference table and crossing her legs tight, preparing for a long wait. She checked the time on her Omnitool. 1300. Tali checked the time on her Omnitool, hot and bothered. 1545. “Ohhhhhhh oh. Oh look at the time! I must go...calibrate the engines and...and...a-and fix some coolant tubes.” Tali jumped to her feet, bobbing up and down and bending her knees slightly inwards to accomodate her throbbing bladder. The others looked at her and said their goodbyes. Tali hurried her way out of the conference room, giving a soft groan under her breathe. 95% of humanoid, mammalian species had a built-in timer for waste disposal. Humans, Quarians, Batarians, Asari, and Salarians all averaged the same. Every hour after the bladder fills at half capacity, the body sends a jolt to the brain, informing it that it must be released. The need sticks for 15 minutes or so every time this happens, until the 5th hour above 50%. Then, the need does NOT go away, and it clocks in at about 80 to 85% full. Tali’Zorah has reached her 7th hour above 50% full. “Ohhh nonono…” whimpered the Quarian. She had arrived at the bathrooms, hands on the uppermost point of her thighs, rubbing them, and her legs pushed together tightly. She bit her lower lip and a shudder overtook her. She read a sign taped to the bathroom airlock aloud. “Due to the main sewage pipe being backed up from an incident involving a crewmember, and the mess sergeant’s cooking, all bathrooms are out of order, and locked until further notice. If you are in need, please use the...auxiliary bathrooms? Located in the...engine room, to the left and up the...flight of s-stairs…” Tali shook with fear and frustration as she read the last word aloud, she could barely walk, let alone climb steps in her state. She gave a loud, heavy sigh, her lower lip quivering. Suddenly, a rush of desperate need blitzed toward Tali’s bladder, with force unseen by human eyes. Tali gave a loud gasp, cramming both her hands into her crotch, gripping her fingers around the part of her suit covering her vulva as tight as she could manage. With a croaking whimper, Tali dropped to her knees, tightening her body as much as she could manage. ‘drip.’ she felt a small, tiny stream led by a single drop of urine flow out of her urethra, and into the soft, inner material of her suit. Tali whole-heartedly regretted having never worn underwear. Tali began to shake, feeling the wave of desperation slowly churn its way back, leaving nothing but the ordinary dull desperation that endlessly thumped against her bladder muscles. She gave a short sigh, standing back on her feet and beginning a half-hearted waddle towards the elevator, keeping her fingers tightly wrapped around her vagina as she hobbled along. Tali pressed the button in the elevator as hard as she could, angry at the universe for what it’s done to her. She slowly removed her hands from her groin, keeping them pressed against her thighs in order to try and ease the desperation. The elevator lurched downwards, and Tali shot her hands back into her crotch, bending at the waist, sending her plump rear skyward as she felt the mass of liquid slosh around and slap against her bladder walls. She felt another soft, almost steady trickle seep into the material of her suit, as a small leak pushed its way out of her, cutting itself off shortly after. As the elevator came to a halt, Tali slowly stood upright, and removed her hands, making a half-hearted shuffle into the abandoned engineering department. She turned left, then eyed the stairs. Tali felt a horrible gut feeling, not her bladder, but her instincts. She whispered to herself. “I-I may not make it up these s-stairs…” she gave a heavy gulp and shuffled her way towards the base of the stairs. Tali with both hands crammed in her groin bent over slightly, then stood upright. In an act of tremendous courage, Tali’Zorah vas Normandy took a step up and forwards, as her foot raised and lowered, landing on the step, a small spurt escaped the Quarian, and she gave a whimper of discomfort as her suit material was dampened a third time, at this point she could now feel as the urine cooled in its stain on her suit. Slowly, the Quarian took another step, and felt another spurt, this time it was hard, and she heard it patter against the material, just above the hum of equipment surrounding her, she now felt a warm spot just directly under her vagina, as enough heat had been gathered to keep the small spot warm. Tali reckoned it was about the size of a golf ball now. Tali took a deep breathe, bending over and cursing low, she looked up. “That is….25 steps…” she said, in disbelief, counting the stairs in total. Tali took a deep breathe, summoning up all the courage in her desperate body. She bent over and gave a shudder, before beginning to ascend the steps at a more rapid pace, nearing a normal walk. Every step she felt another spurt, or another leak, and the pause inbetween. Her vagina was now wet, and not from arousal. Thankful for the water-proof outside material, Tali managed to reach the top of the steps, hands buried in her crotch, she pushed a finger against her vagina, prodding to asses the damage. It was now at the very least, the size of a softball in her suit’s wet spot, as she prodded, she could feel her urethra quivering in anticipation of releasing the fluids she had built inside of her. Steeling herself once more, Tali shifted left, towards an airlock with a piece of paper taped over the door, with the words ‘Auxiliary Bathroom’ on them. Tali smiled in celebration, stumbling her way towards it. 20 paces. 15 paces. 10 paces. 5 paces. Tali reached the door, jamming her finger into the airlock button, then into her groin again, shutting her eyes and quickly entering the room in front of her, she hit the button again as she entered, then opened her eyes, trying to locate the nearest stall. There were no stalls. The room was empty, save for a wall, a solid metal flooring, a security camera, and a console currently unattended, but with a piece of paper taped to it. From here, Tali could make out what was written on the paper. ‘You got pranked.’ Tali gave a horrified shudder, and a gasp. She felt tears well in her eyes as she dropped to her knees and gave a loud whimper. Then, the flood came. It started slowly, at first, similar to the spurts Tali had felt before, but this one didn’t stop, even with her fingers clamped like a vise against her vagina, nothing short of a miracle could stop this. A soft, sharp hiss resounded through the room, and the pattering of urine against a soft material. Tali stood up, attempting to get her body to move, but she found she could not control the jelly her legs had become. Warmth spread all throughout her lower body, the warmest point being the front of her pelvis, at the source. Hot urine flowed over and around her legs, teasing the globes of her rear as they passed under it, spreading to the back of her thighs. Tali felt the urine pooling in her boots, slowly rising towards her ankles. Then, she heard it, the sound of urine hitting metal. She had peed so much into the inner material of her suit, it saturated it, and seeped through into the outer material, and then saturated that, finding a home outside her suit, on the cold metal floor. The warmth didn’t let up, but as it continued, Tali had come to the realization she was giving a shudder with each breathe. And had been giving one long groan of ecstasy and relief, it was practically orgasmic, the release of 7 and a half hours of urine, with still no signs of stopping. She began to salivate as the pleasure grew from her relief, this died, but not her stream. 1 minute or 2, Tali couldn’t tell, but she was still peeing, the hand portions of her suit had become soaked through conpletely, and she had long ago dropped them to her sides as they dripped urine. Tali continued to pee, but it had begun to slow. The warmth had died down a little, beginning to grow cold. Tali gave a whimper, her bladder muscles sore and overworked. Even as her stream died, urine flowed through and out of her suit. Most prominently from her direct middle out, but some places at her knees and ankles still leaked urine onto the floor the puddle had grown massive, pooling around her feet, and it had even approached the airlock, threatening to dribble into the machinery if the doors opened. Tali’s stream finally died, down to a few drops. Tali gave a long, loud groan, pushing her legs out and rubbing her tender vulva, which had grown incredibly sore over the day’s events. Now was the matter of cleaning up, and changing suits. Tali exited the room, thankful nobody had been there to witness her humiliation. And even with the darkened pants of her suit,few might notice. As she entered the elevator, it occured to her. The Security Camera.
  2. MassEffectLyfe

    [Mass Effect] Miranda's Issue

    Miranda Lawson was a well-respected member of the Normandy's crew. Her work had earned her the respect of even those on board the Normandy who didn't trust Cerberus, the organization of which she worked for. Everybody aboard the ship knew her importance, and she liked it that way. She was essentially Commander Shepard's second-in-command, his right hand. With this strong position came her cocky attitude. Lawson was a know-it-all, a gorgeous know-it-all. She knew that her father had designed her to be the gold standard of physical fitness and beauty, and she showed it off every chance she got. Her skin tight white and black suit trimmed every curve her body had. She had caught everybody on the ship looking at least once, even the shy quarian Tali. Although this was a great confidence booster, there did exist some members of the crew that she wished would just leaver her alone, that being Jack, the basement dweller. Jack took every chance she got to rag on Miranda for her affiliation with Cerberus, often calling her the "Cerberus Cheerleader." She despised it. The look on her face whenever Jack uttered those words gave that away, and that only fed Jack's love to piss her off. Although seemingly flawless, nobody is perfect, and Miranda was not either. Her single weakness? A small bladder. By now, Miranda had learned her lesson from drinking water prior to missions, as the water usually ended up in her skintight suit if the mission dragged on too long. Miranda would frequently parch herself before missions to avoid accidents in front of the team and Commander Shepard. She wouldn't be able to look herself in the mirror had she humiliated herself in front of him like that. With the newfound threat of the Collectors, missions were frequent and sporadic, so this occasionally lead to very awkward situations, but so far Miranda had not let her embarrassing secret come into the light, and she prayed it never would. The only person with a slight incline of knowledge would be her partner, Jacob. They had worked together so long that they practically knew everything about each other, but if Jacob ever let her secret slip, she'd probably throw him out the airlock of the Normandy. Today was routine for Miranda. No immediate missions, just basic ship work, maybe a check-up with her boss, the Illusive Man. The downtime was well needed, the team was just starting to form up. This allowed Miranda for once in weeks to not worry about her bladder issue. Her office wasn't terribly far from the bathrooms on the ship, which she was extremely thankful for. She couldn't imagine being trapped in that deathly slow elevator while she had to pee, she'd probably go crazy. Every now and then, she'd see a couple of her shipmates dart from the opening elevator doors to the bathroom, and she'd only laugh. Luckily, she didn't believe in karma. Lawson sat in her office reading dossiers to forward to the Commander. It wasn't exciting work, but the team could always use more hands dealing with what they were up against. She was sipping on fruit juice she had found in the mess hall, which really wasn't all that good, but did the trick. As she overlooked the dossiers, the sliding door to her officer opened, and Commander Shepard welcomed himself in. "Do you have a minute, Miranda?" The commander said as the door closed behind him. "Of course, what can I help you with, Commander?" Miranda said back, finishing off her drink. "Jack approached me about assisting her.. blowing up the center she was raised in. The one on Pragia," the Shepard said, looking at Miranda's surprised reaction. "And you want me to tag along?" Miranda asked ever so sarcastically. "Your biotic powers will come in handy if we run into any resistance. Plus, I need someone I can trust to keep Jack in line," Shepard said, trying not to admire Miranda too much. "Alright, commander, I'll tag along," Miranda said back, thinking about how fun it'd be to order Jack in the field, especially since that seemed to be what Shepard wanted. "We're prepped to leave soon, just readying the bomb now, meet in the hangar in twenty," the Commander said as he exited Miranda's office. Miranda eyed her empty glass, instantly regretting her decision to say yes. Immediately, she began to think to herself. Well, we're only going there to blow the place up. In and out, I can't see that taking a long time. ----- This is my first ever story! Tell me if you guys like it and if I should continue! Thanks!
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  4. Jane Shepard knocked back her sixth drink of the night. The thick, blue, alcoholic syrup was the most notable specialty on Purgatory’s illustrious menu, and as such cost a fair bit of credits. For Shepard, however, savior of the galaxy, paragon of humanity, bane of Cerberus, and loyal customer, the cerulean concoction was on the house. After an exhausting day of fighting Reapers, it was impossible for her to not bring down the mask of professionalism and let loose with the girls, if only for one night. Shepard sat in the middle of the booth, right next to Liara, her blue-skinned asari lover. To her left was the suited Quarian, Tali, and next to Tali was the beautiful Ashley Williams. To Shepard’s surprise, even EDI, the Normandy’s AI unit, joined them in her newly found physical body. They were each well past the line of intoxication. “You should’ve seen James’ face when I told him he couldn’t join us,” Liara laughed. “He looked like a wounded pyjak!” “Wonder how Garrus is spending his shore leave,” Ashley wondered. “I imagine Garrus is making calibrations to the ship’s engine,” EDI responded, eliciting a peal of laughter from the other girls. As an AI, EDI had no need to consume nutrients, and as such she was unable to partake in the drinking. She was, however, able to adjust her own level of functioning as the night continued, thus keeping up with the other girls. “This is so great,” Ashley said after the laughter died down. “I know the galaxy’s at war, trillions of lives are threatened, all organic life is on the line. But ya know, sometimes it’s nice to just kick back and enjoy what it is we’re fighting to preserve.” “You wouldn’t normally expect such a lack of cynicism from a SPECTRE,” Tali said, flashing a smile that no one could see. Ashley laughed at the Quarian’s light-hearted jab. “Hey, SPECTRE’s may be an elite force of cold-blooded killers, but they still have the same needs as everyone. We still have to eat, sleep, love. And,” she stood up and grasped the table before she lost her balance, “sometimes we gotta pee! Be right back!” “Ditto to that, Ash,” Shepard said as she nudged Tali so that she could get out and relieve herself as well. “There’s some shifty characters in this place, it’s probably best we go in groups. Wouldn’t want you to get in over your head.” Shepard smiled sarcastically, prompting a look of mock annoyance from Ashley. “Humans are so unfortunate,” Liara said after downing yet another shot. “They only live to about one hundred years AND they spend such a large portion of that time urinating. One of the biggest surprises I’ve uncovered in my studies of human physiology is just how tiny that bladder of yours is.” Ashley and Shepard shared a glance as they were exiting the booth. They were the first human SPECTRES, and they weren’t about to allow even the tiniest remark smudge their species’ name. With bravado, the two women sat right back down and gave Liara a challenging smirk. “You implying your bladder’s better than ours?” Shepard said, sneakily placing her hand on Liara’s abdomen. Liara smirked right back at them. “Yes, it is. Both of them are, in fact.” “Both?” Ashley asked with surprise. “Yes. Asari have two bladders, each able to contain about three times the content of a single human bladder. As such, we only need to urinate once for every six times you do.” “Wait a minute, that can’t be right. The other night when you used my cabin’s private bathroom after we were finished…um…” Shepard remembered the rest of her companions, “going over battle plans, you were only in there for about ten seconds.” The memory of the night’s actual events was igniting Shepard’s mind with desire. She began to gently rub Liari’s abdomen under the table, where her friends couldn’t see. Liara, trying not to react noticeably to Shepard’s caress, kept her composure and replied. “Well, if you’re going to make me relay all of the embarrassing details…You see, Asari’s have what you would consider an extremely wide urethral opening. Both bladders are connected to this opening and are basically emptied all at once. From there, the urination process is identical to a human female’s, except large quantities of urine exit in a short span of time. Instead of releasing a stream, it is more like emptying a bucket.” Shepard and Ashley were clearly humbled by the Asaris’ convenient peeing abilities, but Tali was none too impressed. “You may be better equipped organically than us Quarians,” she said, “but I think I’ve got the easiest peeing method.” “And that is…?” Shepard asked, dismayed that humans were being revealed as the lowest of all urinators. “Well, the suit takes care of that. My bladder is about the same as a human’s, but I can release the urine at any time. It then gathers in a tank beneath my, uh, well, you know. Once the tank’s full, I simple press this button on my side,” Tali pointed at the tiny button, “and the urine is released in a fine mist throughout hundreds of microscopic holes along the suit’s lower region. I never even have to use a toilet.” “So you could just pee anywhere at anytime, and no one would know?” Shepard asked. “Well, assuming you didn’t notice the yellow cloud, then yes. It evaporates quickly, but it can definitely be seen for a moment.” “I suppose Tali has me beat, then,” Liara laughed. Ashley and Shepard nodded in agreement, but EDI wasn’t one to be left out. “The Quarian urination process is the most convenient of all organics, but I am an AI. I do not ever need to release urine.” “So peeing’s a foreign concept to you?” Ashley asked. EDI thought for a moment. “I suppose my version of peeing occurs when I am synched to the Normandy. During flight, the Normandy uses up fuel and releases water vapor. As I am linked to these processes, it feels the way I would imagine an organic feels when they release the contents of their bladder.” Ashley stood up. “All of this has been just fascinating, but I have to piss like a racehorse!” “Likewise,” Shepard said. “Lucky for me, I actually CAN piss like a racehorse.” Liara flashed her mocking smile again. “Funnily enough, I believe all of our bladder’s have filled at the same time. I’ll join you two.” “My tank is full to the brim. Quarian etiquette forbids me from releasing it in an enclosed space, so I suppose I’ll accompany you all to the bathroom.” “Well I guess now we can all show off what we’ve been bragging about,” Shepard laughed. “Hardly.” Liara replied. “I don’t think peeing in a sectioned off stall will give anyone much of a show.” Ashley contemplated this for a moment. “Then let’s not use a bathroom.” The four girls, including EDI, all looked at Ashley with shock. She was beginning to feel embarrassed at her bold statement until Shepard took the reigns. “I know just the place.”
  5. This is a rather special idea that I had for a fan fiction. It's in the Mass Effect Universe taking place on the Citadel and briefly on the Normandy, but this story is from a gender neutral, second person point of view; placing you in the role of Commander Shepard as you feel nature calling. The ship jars ever so slightly as Joker docks with the Citadel. After looking over the profiles of your teammates, you shut down your private terminal. Even after all that’s happened, it was still good to see everyone again. Ashley, despite her indifference, seemed to welcome you back into her life again. Liara was here, her moderate and cool attitude well missed. Garrus... is Garrus. Not much else to say about that war veteran but you knew you couldn’t ask for a more reliable sniper. Tali was back and ready to help, whether it was for her own people or for her old friends, having her here was a nice reassurance. You still can’t get over the fact that your ship’s AI is able to follow you into battle, but EDI’s capabilities and tactical assessments had proven valuable before so why not now? Then there was James Vega. Marine lieutenant, very action orientated. Had to be in the fight and was very bitter after having to leave Earth when it was in its most dire predicament ever. Though somewhat impulsive, he was as dependable as the rest. With the turians, the krogan, the quarians, and the geth all fighting with humanity, things were starting to look up. You could feel it among the rest of your crewmates. Hope had been rekindled. The Reapers could be beaten. The entire galaxy had seen that. These “god-like” machines were not invulnerable. You lean back in your chair and smile. It feels good to know that all is not lost. “Shepard.” EDI’s voice came over the comm. “We’ve docked with the Citadel. You may disembark anytime you wish.” “Thanks, EDI.” you respond. You get up out of your chair and pressure begins to push on your bladder. After drinking that entire thermos of water, you knew it wouldn’t be long before nature called to you, but the asari councilor was waiting and it was a meeting that had been put off long enough. You decide that you can probably hold it long enough until the meeting is over. ____ The Citadel had changed since the Cerberus attack, and not just to its structures. You look at the citizens that pass by. Now that the reality of their situation has set in, they are worried, apprehensive, and on alert. The positive energy that flowed through the station was gone. From the catwalk, you could see the refugee area overflowing with people. In the far corner, a couple of batarians were shaking down a young woman for what little money she had left. There was nothing you could do from where you were though. The only thing you could do was move on. “Hey, Shepard.” Garrus stood at the entrance to the lift. “I was wondering if we could take a ride together, there’s something I want to show you.” Not wanting to ignore your long time friend, you respond, “Sure, Garrus. Where are we headed?” Your bladder protests, slightly increasing the discomforting pressure you already feel. “I’ll show you.” The two of you climb into the car nearby, Garrus starts it up, and soon you’re flying off outside of the traffic lanes. Urine sits on the edge of its precipice, your urethra, and you start shifting you legs, your hands slowly moving in between your legs. “What exactly are we doing, Garrus? The asari councilor is waiting for me.” “Ever have that certain something you always wanted to do, Shepard?” he asks you. “I had this idea; a special spot on the Citadel I’ve always wanted to go to but I had a hundred rules and regulations telling me not to.” “So you got them changed?” “Nope. Now I just don’t give a damn.” Garrus sets the vehicle down atop one of the larger catwalks that connect the two halves of the presidium. He takes with him a mantis sniper rifle and a few violet canisters. “What is this?” “Something I want to settle. I think it’s about time we saw which one of us is the better shot.” You raise an eyebrow, “You saying I can’t shoot?” “I’m not saying you don’t know how to handle a gun, Shepard, I’m just saying some of us know how to make it dance.” Garrus said wryly. “Here.” He throws you the rifle then picks up one of the canisters. You know your bladder won’t allow you to wait much longer. You even notice that your foot has begun tapping all its own. Garrus looks over at you, and tosses the canister in the air and catches it. You know what he’s going to do. You ready the rifle, putting the scope to your line of sight. Garrus raises his arm takes a step back, then moves forward and throws the canister into the distance. You track the canister as it flies, you line up the crosshair with your target, hold your breath, and pull the trigger. The rifle recoils and you feel a little bit of warm fluid escape from your body and into your clothes. But at least you hit the canister. Ignoring the leak, you grin in Garrus’ direction and hand him the gun. He takes the weapon from you and readies it. “Make it a tough one.” You grab one of the canisters, and you tighten the hold over your bladder as to not let anything else leak. You bring your arm back, move forward a few steps and hurl the object. In about three seconds, Garrus fires and destroys the canister. “I said a tough one!” he laughs. He passes the rifle back to you and grabs another canister. “Let’s see if you can hit this one.” “Just throw it.” You respond. Garrus brings his arm back and chucks the canister. You focus hard on the object. Garrus managed to throw this one far and fast. You begin to lose track of it, and you put all you attention into aiming, forgetting about the issue in your lower body. As you zoom in on the canister, you instantly feel a good spurt of urine fill your uniform and you accidentally pull the trigger. The urine flow stops short, but the shot misses the canister. You lower the rifle and squeeze your legs together, hoping to hide the wet spot you knew was probably there. Garrus seemed focused on his own glory though. He smiled, extended his arms outward, and said, “I’m Garrus Vakarian and this is my favorite spot on the Citadel!” ____ “Shepard, are you all right?” The asari councilor asks you. You suddenly snap out of your trance and realize that you had been rubbing your own crotch for the last minute-and-a-half. “Sorry, councilor...” You say, blushing, “We... lost some good people on Rannoch, I was... distracted. Please continue.” The councilor’s brow rises, clearly disbelieving your cover story. “Hmm...... As I was saying, there is a certain location on Thessia that may be of interest to you.” “Why?” “It’s a temple, and is also the home of a Prothean beacon.” The statement almost clicked in your head, but your thoughts drifted back to your bladder. You begin to daydream of the conference ending, getting back to your ship, entering the bathroom, and relieving yourself of your burden. The thought was so enticing, you feel a few more drops of warmth spill out into your uniform again. You begin squeezing your thighs together in a vain attempt to dissipate the leakage. “A Prothean beacon, huh?” You say, “Well, uh, that certainly sounds helpful!” “You’re not... upset... that the asari government had been hiding it this whole time?” The councilor asks in surprise. “Nope!” You reply loudly, taping your foot. “No, it makes perfect sense! Are we done?” The councilor became annoyed, “Do you have somewhere else to be, Shepard?” “Yes, I have to do my business-” You stop yourself. “I mean.. I have business on the ship, yeah!” You laugh. The councilor just shook her head and sighed. “Very well, Commander. I’ll forward you the specifics and let Thessia know that you’re authorized to enter the temple.” “Thank you!” You squeal, and run out of the room. You feel as if you have a 50 kilogram lead ball in your body trying to squeeze itself out of you. As the door shuts behind you, your hands grab your crotch immediately and you groan in pain as you double over. “Holy crap, I can’t believe I didn’t go on the ship!” “When you gotta go, you gotta go, eh, Commander?” a Turian C-sec officer says next to you. You sheepishly wave and laugh and you begin the long trudge back to the Normandy. Every second spent is filled with agony as your urethra begins to burn. You try your best to resist the temptation to grab yourself again while crowds of people are watching you. Your just about to board the lift when a woman calls your name. “Commander Shepard!” You sigh very loudly because you know who’s voice it is. “I’m Kalisah Bint Sinan al-Jilani and the galaxy has some questions-” You grab the woman by the jaw, effectively closing her perpetually running mouth, and push her back. Without saying anything, you get on the lift and head for the Normandy, hoping that al-Jilani’s little camera companion didn’t get a glimpse of the wet spot you were sure was on your pants. ___ The lift finally stops at the docking bay and you practically burst out of there to make a break for the ship. Every muscle in your lower body aches with pain, crying out to be set free. At this point you are in too much pain to be worried about the public’s reactions. Your left hand grabs the crotch of your suit again and you quickly walk down the dock toward the airlock. “Shepard!” a synthesized voice comes from behind you. Goddammit, what the hell now!? You say in your head. You turn around to see the violet and gray suit of your long time friend Tali Zorah. “Shepard, what’s wrong? Are you...” “Hey Tali, what’s up?” You respond politely, though you’d probably throw her aside too if it meant the evacuation of your bladder. “Well, I thought maybe as long as we were here, we could spend some time together. Catch up on what we missed over the last eight months. What do you think?” You squirm and you fidget, on the brink of giving in to your bodily functions, “I think it’s a good idea, Tali. I’d love to but there’s something I need to take care of first.” and you head for the airlock but Tali follows you. “Is everything okay? You look... in pain.” “Look, Tali I just need...” another spurt warms your clothes. “I just need to use the bathroom first.” “Ah, I thought so.” Tali laughed. “Quarians don’t have to worry about it. Our suits can-” “Yes Tali, I’m sure it’s very interesting but I have. To go. NOW!” You exclaim. Tali seemed to get the message and backed off. You take one more step, and then a burst escapes again, but this time, you couldn’t get back under control. Just when you thought you’d cut off the flow, it came back twice as strong. Wet warmth begins to spread across your lower body, and flow downward over your legs. You try and try to get a grip over your urinary muscles, but you fail. Your body is a slave to the relief brought to it and will not obey the commands of your mind. Urine gushes from its home down through your body like a runaway tram car. The sound of your pee spraying against the leather crotch of your uniform seemed like it was echoing through the airlock. Your urine continues its path, filling your boots, some of it soaking through the softer parts of your uniform and spilling out onto the deck plating creating a very visible yellow puddle, and the aroma of fresh urine fills the airlock. You begin to quiver and your heart races. There’s no way Tali can’t see that. “Shepard...” She says sounding partly sympathetic and partly disgusted. “I know... I know...” You respond. “No... I was going to say ‘I’m sorry,’ I didn’t mean to hold you up.” “Not your fault, Tali. I should have gone before hand.” You place a hand over your eyes in shame. If only the galaxy could see the great Commander Shepard now. Depending on you to save them all from the Reapers, but you can’t even control your own bladder. Even through her suit, you could still hear Tali chuckling. She probably saw the irony in the situation too. “I’m sorry, Shepard!” She laughed. “I just... seeing you like this...” The quarian burst out in laughter. Your cheeks begin to flush with heat. All you wanted now was privacy, to get away from the eyes of the galaxy. Tali calmed down and seemed to finally get control over herself. “Oh no... I think I just peed a little...” Or maybe she lost control completely. The two of you look at each other and shrug your shoulders. End. Maybe.