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  1. Some gay Ace Attorney shit. This is a bit more focused on the humiliation aspect rather than the desperation/wetting, so a lil different than I typically do. Basically, our lawyer man has a lil accident and his pride is demolished to the point of a mental breakdown. Very humiliation kink indulgent. The bathroom was occupied. This was it. Edgeworth could feel himself loosing control already. Despite his internal pleas not to do something so degrading in front of him, of all people, his body was starting to give out. All the energy he was using to hold back the flow was running out. His hands grasped at his knees and he shot a pitiful look to Phoenix, who just stood and watched in shock as the prosecutors pants began to dampen, his knees buckling beneath him. Not a word was spoken when Miles fell to his hands and knees into his own puddle, exhausted from the, now useless, straining. Not even when he moaned and panted as the flow ceased. Phoenix couldn't see his face. It was pointed down and obscured by his hair, but what he could see, was the mans frame trembling and shrinking into itself. "P-Please...Wright...Leave, now," Edgeworth's breaking voice ended the silence, breaking further with each word, "Please, go..." "Edgeworth...I," Phoenix approached with caution, "Are you hurt? D-Do you need help?" "Ugh! No and no! Just leave!" Miles broke down. Tears streaming down his face as sobs shook his body, "Just go, please! This is mortifying enough!" "Uh-Hey! Hey, wait! It's ok! It's..." Phoenix softened his tone, "...It's ok...Miles," kneeling beside him, he placed a tender hand on his back, ignoring the smell of urine, "It's alright...it's not your fault. It's nothing to be ashamed of, " he began rubbing circles into the others back, "Take some deep breaths." "I'm, so sorry, Wright..." Edgeworth could only cry harder. Phoenix embraced him.
  2. Hey once again people of the interwebs! I am here to bring some more Ace Attorney omo content! I will be splitting each game into a different topic and covering every case in the series with an omo twist! This topic will include... 1-1 The First Toiletbout 1-2 Toiletbout Sisters 1-3 Toiletbout Samurai 1-4 Toiletbout Goodbyes 1-5 Rise From The Puddle I will be releasing these as soon as possible so please check back soon!
  3. Some characters I want to write omo for but don't know how to go about/ lack motivation for rn: Open to suggestions/ideas! Jojo's: Kakyoin (Probably a situational accident) Akira (Maybe forced accident or accident due to his own stupidity) Daniel D'Arby (accident due to his stupid pride) Avdol (Anything cute. Avdol is adorable) Josuke (Whiney bitch) Okuyasu (Whiney-er bitch) Mista (I must fluster sweet little Mista. with his buddy Trishhhh) Ghiaccio (I want him to cry. Public humiliation) Prosciutto (Break down a strong man) Part 4 Jotaro (Stoic man? Make him piss himself, obviously) Secco (Bondage wetting, of course) Doppio (baby) Tiziano and Squalo (Couple piss<3) Gyro and Johnny (Desperate buddies <3) KARS Ace Attorney: Edgeworth, obviously Gumshoe? Phoenix, of course Klavier Meekins Jake Marshal Danganronpa: Mondo Kiyotaka Gundham TF2: Sniper. nuff said Thats it, lol Marvel: Dr. Strange because fuck you Loki because Loki -and I also because I love watching powerful people suffer and endure shame Side note: I may be able to do full-on requests some time(s) this year. Free stories? O-O...
  4. March 14, 5:00 PM Theatrum Neutralis "So, did you enjoy the Steel Samurai show, Mr. Edgeworth," Kay Faraday cheekily asked the red-suited prosecutor as the two exited the theater doors into the lobby. His eyes only light up like that when he's closing in on the truth of a case. She giggled slightly, knowing this hidden truth about the fearsome Miles Edgeworth, while tossing a large, empty paper cup into a nearby trashcan like a basketball. It flew a little too far and hit the outer rim, falling into the bin with only a few half-melted ice cubes being dislodged and flying onto the floor. Good thing Mr. Edgeworth's not watching, or he'd for sure make me pick those up. "It certainly was an interesting experience, to watch a show like that in such an elegant theater." True, Edgeworth had a point, this wasn't some run-of-the-mill school auditorium they were emerging from. This was the theater of the Allebahstian and Babahlese Embassies, hosting a public event to celebrate the intention of re-merging into the Principality of Cohdopia. And a Steel Samurai show was one of the events on the schedule. But it wasn't the opportunity to watch a children's show live that brought the two here tonight. Or, rather, it wasn't Kay's primary motivation. Kay Faraday was the successor to the title of the Great Thief Yatagarasu, but recently, a shadow of seven years past had begun moving once more, taking that noble name and using it for evil. Kay had caught wind of the fake Yatagarasu's intention to attack the embassy tonight, when they would have a guaranteed audience, so here she was. However, as vitally important of a topic as this was, it wasn't exactly at the forefront of the young thief's mind at the moment. Truthfully, there was something distracting her, even as she sat watching the Steel Samurai, gnawing away at her concentration with every passing second: Kay had gone a good long while without using the bathroom. I've been so busy today, I haven't had the chance to go since this morning, Kay lamented as she began twisting her left foot in the fancy carpeting. She obviously didn't want to overtly give away her desperation, but just this mild shifting wasn't doing much to alleviate the pressure. She really needed to go. Well, it doesn't look like the fake Yatagarasu attack is gonna happen in the next few minutes...I should really hit up the little thief's room while I can. Ugh, but I bet the line is gonna be torture. Regardless, Kay began to wander off in search of a bathroom, hopefully without having to cross country lines. "Attention everyone," an usher emerging from the theater doors called out. "The Jammin' Ninja show will be starting shortly! Anyone who wishes to watch, we request that you take your seats now!" What?! What awful timing! Kay Faraday would not miss a Jammin' Ninja live show for her life, but right now, she seriously had to consider this alternative. I really need to go...really really bad...but if I go to the bathroom now, I'll miss out on front-row seats! If the line is long, I could even miss the whole first act! A hand found its way to grip the front hem of her skirt, the most overt she was willing to be with this need in public, as she started looking between the theater doors, now with people filing in, and the further end of the lobby, where the toilets hopefully laid. Before she could come to a conclusion, she was interrupted by Edgeworth. "Kay? You've spent the entire day gushing about the Jammin' Ninja, I had assumed you would be first in line to see this show." I may never get this chance again...well, it's just one show. If the Yatagarasu were to need to pee during a heist, she'd be able to wait! So I'm sure I'll be fine! The Yatagarasu never shows weakness! "Oh, I'm coming, Mr. Edgeworth! You're going to see why the Jammin' Ninja is superior to the Steel Samurai for sure!" Kay put on a big, toothy smile, a show of pure confidence. "Then I look forward to seeing what evidence you have to back up a radical statement such as that." Edgeworth and the thief walked into the theater and took their seats. Kay's hesitation had cost them the prime spots, but they still managed to find a pair of seats in a respectable spot. Soon enough, the audience lights dimmed, and the stage lights warmed up to power. Before the performance had even officially begun, Kay had already resorted to placing one leg above the other and pressing down hard. This was a bad idea. I can feel it already. Too bad someone chose that moment to fill the seat between her and the aisle, meaning she couldn't leave now without making a scene. No, she had no choice but to retreat further into her chair, gripping the armrests (and stealing one of Edgeworth's in the process) as she shrunk down into her scarf. Be strong, Kay... --------------- March 14, 6:05 PM Theatrum Neutralis For the second time tonight, Kay and Edgeworth exited the theater. In contrast to the previous show, Edgeworth left unimpressed, having already made up his mind against the Jammin' Ninja long before the curtains raised. Kay, however surprising, was sharing a similarly low level of enthusiasm, wandering aimlessly like a zombie, completely devoid of her usual energy. She wanted to enjoy it, she really did, but she just couldn't concentrate on the intricacies of the Jammin' Ninja's story and deep lyrics in her current state. I couldn't even sing along to 'A Ninja Marked for Death's Lullaby' this time... Every time she began to get invested, let her fangirl side take over, a sharp pang from her bladder painfully warned her not to lose concentration. She had spent the entirety of the hour-long show crossing, uncrossing, and recrossing her legs, feeling her bladder expand like a water balloon. The short pair of shorts she wore beneath her skirt had begun to irritate the skin of her thighs as they continued to rub against one another in the seated dance. Truthfully, she had spent the second half seriously worried she'd wet herself. Everything she had in her was devoted to keeping what was in her, in her. But I survived. I'm still dry. Now...bathroombathroombathroombathroom... She was more than willing to suffer through a line now, whatever led to the toilet she needed so desperately. "I'm gonna...go look for the fake Yatagarasu, Mr. Edgeworth," she muttered, in a trance-like state. Even with the adventures the two had been on together, meaning one yesterday and one seven years ago, Kay was not willing to let the prosecutor in on this sort of personal need. "Very well. But don't stray too far. I'd rather avoid dealing with customs because you got too eager." With that permission, Kay hobbled away with both hands balled into fists against the front of her skirt, knuckles turning white beneath her thick gloves, shaking as they resisted the urge to grab her crotch full-force. I need to hurry, or I'm doomed. There's really no time to waste. "W-We've got a problem! Th-The Yatagarasu has been spotted in Allebahst," an officer suddenly called out of the blue, panic and uncertainty wavering in his voice. Agh, now? Really, now?! Even with a surge of adrenaline resulting from the possibility of the culmination of a search that had haunted Kay for seven of her seventeen years of life, she couldn't ignore the burning strain of a bladder ready to explode. She could burst at any moment, and a chase was sure to hurry that along. The police can catch her, and I'll have time to catch up later, I'm sure. I mean...they can catch one fake thief, right? ...guess I don't have much of a choice. "Then I'll be in Allebahst too! You think you can get away, faker?" With as much speed as she could muster, given her current condition, she ran for the entrance to the Allebahstian half of the embassy. Until she was stopped by an official at the door, of course. "Hey, come on, out of the way! I'm in a real rush here!" For a lot of reasons! "I'm sorry, but I will need to search you before you may enter." "Kay, a country's embassy is considered to be a part of the country itself," Edgeworth explained as he approached the thief, still trying to force her way through. "If you don't go through the proper procedures to enter the country-" "Mr. Edgeworth! I'm going to enter through Babahl and climb over the wall into Allebahst!" It'll be faster! Again, with what agility she had to spare, Kay dashed to the opposite side of the lobby, where the Babahlese border lay. "Kay Faraday, and I'm coming through!" "Yes, and welcome!" Babahl seemed to have no strict immigration policy, and Kay just waltzed straight through. Somewhere in the back, Edgeworth was calling out for her to stop, for someone to stop her, but she was already too far gone, consumed by the chase. However, it was far from enough to distract her from the pent-up urine sloshing around the limited empty space in her bladder with every step as she bolted down the unoccupied halls. She had only just made the decision to forgo the toilet for the time being, and her constitution was already failing. Maybe that was a bad decision. I don't want to catch the fake Yatagarasu with wet pants, after all. Perhaps, if she passed a bathroom during the run, it would do her good to make a brief pit stop. But then she'll get away! She's evaded the law for seven years, but she's not going to escape me this time! Just gotta wait until I've caught her... A nervous bead of sweat rolled down her face as she turned a corner. Well, no one said it'd be easy... It better not be too hard, though. I'm not sure how much longer I can take this... --------------- March 14, 8:17 PM Babahlese Embassy Secretariat's Office To say that Kay Faraday's chase would soon take a lot of crazy turns, starting as soon as she had gone off on her own, was a drastic downplaying of the truth. As soon as she had entered Babahl, she had encountered both a person in a cloak that she had assumed to be the fake Yatagarasu, and had begun pursuit into the deeper chambers of the embassy. An embassy on fire, as it turned out. She then discovered a dead body as soon as she had lost the trail, and had immediately been accused of the dastardly deed by Interpol Agent Shih-na. Explaining everything that had happened since then would take forever, so much packed in such a short time. Edgeworth had worked hard to clear Kay's name free of suspicion of murder, a new truth had emerged about weapons smuggled across country lines, prompting Interpol intervention, and the core investigation team of Edgeworth, Franziska von Karma, and Agent Lang had moved their work into Allebahst's embassy. However, Kay had been left behind in Babahl, something about "not being cleared of all suspicion", under Shih-na's watch. At least she had Detective Dick Gumshoe, "Gummy" as she called him, to keep her company. There was just one thing missing from that series of events, one very important thing: two hours later, and Kay Faraday had still not used the bathroom. Two hours of being forced to stand by, unable to distract herself with activity, being accused of murder, all the while feeling urine fill her bladder further and further, inflating into a bulge big enough to be evident, should anyone feel her stomach. Maybe that was why Edgeworth had to argue her case, aside from his legal expertise, she couldn't think straight enough to properly explain how she was innocent. The only thing she could think about was how badly she needed to pee and how she hadn't done so yet. Actually, saying that she hadn't yet peed wasn't entirely accurate. No, the pervasive dampness permeating her panties made plenty clear, even if only to her, that she had absolutely peed something. Every once in a while, Edgeworth would come out strong with a loud "objection", she'd be startled and lose her grip, and a few drips of piddle would sneak out, stealthy as a great thief should be. Each time, Kay would double down and close the flow with a squeal, but over the span of two hours, the dribbles had added up, and the wetness made the urge to release the rest all the more tempting. Pee...I've never needed to pee this badly...even that one incident on the airplane doesn't hold a candle...I'm going crazy here... Sweat practically poured down her face, bangs matted to her forehead by the salty bodily fluid, as her skin tinted a pink as deep as the hue of her shirt. She was always a bouncy girl, but she physically could not keep still anymore, as her foot twisted and tapped the wooden floor, kicking up a thin layer of soot from the earlier fire. She didn't want to be obvious, so she had taken to holding her bag in front of herself, creating a shield to squeeze her crotch every once in a while. I am the great thief Yatagarasu...the great truth burglar...I can't be foiled by a bathroom emergency! However, as she looked up and tried to take in her surroundings, she realized: maybe she wasn't as subtle as she had thought, because Shih-na seemed to have her focus solely on Kay, watching her intently, like a cat would a raven. Even if she had no intention of doing so, having eyes on her made Kay even less willing to hold herself, and that was pretty irritating. "What are you looking at now? Hoping to find an opening to plant evidence on me to make me guilty of something else?" As soon as she made the accusation, Gumshoe was right there to back her up. "Yeah, pal! Haven't you done enough bullying lately?! Mr. Edgeworth already proved her innocent, you can't keep treating her like a criminal!" Despite the shout, Shih-na didn't react much. "You claim to be a thief, correct? Then it's my job to ensure you don't steal anything. For example, if you were to even touch that Primidux Statue, a lifetime in prison is your best-case scenario." While she was a little too damp to light a fire of passion, Kay still couldn't just let that sleight pass her by. "H-hey! I'll have you know, the Yatagarasu is a noble thief, one who only steals the truth to expose the real criminals!" Shih-na smirked. "All criminals claim that they are righteous. Letting your guard down around them, no matter their supposed morality, is the quickest way to get backstabbed. That's why I refuse to take my eyes off you." Great, so she wouldn't let me run to the bathroom, even if I asked. And of course, just when I'm starting to consider it. With the suggestion that she couldn't even touch anything without earning suspicion, Kay had nothing to do but keep still, be quiet and hang her head. She probably would have done so regardless of her implied freedom, if only to conserve energy for the greater fight. That's when Gumshoe gave an encouraging pat on the shoulder to the young thief. "Come on, Kay! Mr. Edgeworth entrusted us to investigate Babahl, so we can't let him down! I'm sure we'll find something big to turn this case around! You've always been a big help there, Detective Badd can attest to that!" It would have been supportive, but there was just one thing that spoiled the moment: Gumshoe was a big guy, one that didn't always know his own strength. Because of this, his shoulder tap had enough force to cause a weakened girl, knees wobbly from all the desperation-induced shaking, to buckle and fall to one knee with a thud. "Oof! S-sorry, pal!" Gumshoe quickly bent down and wrapped his arm beneath Kay's elbow, lifting her back up to her feet. As soon as she hit the floor, Kay's eyes widened and her pupils shrank, the breath knocked from her lungs in absolute shock. And it wasn't just air that escaped the thief then, as no small amount of liquid escaped from her lower secrets, as a result of both crashing into the ground and from being lifted. A shot of warmth spread throughout her underwear, one at least twice as large as any previous leak. She certainly hoped no one would be looking regardless, but a part of her now had to worry whether her little accident-to-be had remained confined to her panties, or whether it was beginning to show on her shorts. "Ah! Nononono!" Once she squealed, Gumshoe recoiled back, removing his grip on Kay like she was on fire. "Woah! You okay, Kay?" The leaks stopped, though not without a serious fight, and a few dribbles still sputtered out. I'm...I can't hold out any longer...Either I wet myself, or I... "Gummy...I gotta pee," she whispered to the detective. "I mean, really gotta pee. I'm n-not sure I c-can wait any longer..." The lower corners of her eyes started to water as a choke formed in her throat. "B-but I'm sure she won't let me go now..." Don't start crying...you promised you wouldn't cry... As soon as Gumshoe was made aware of Kay's plight, his demeanor changed. Like a light switch being flipped, he went from being caring to Kay, straight to marching over to Shih-na, nostrils flaring as he towered over the petite Interpol agent like a raging bull. "Hey, pal! What's the big idea keeping Kay here?! Isn't that wrongful impersonation?!" In a surprising move, Shih-na cracked a smile. "It's wrongful 'imprisonment'. You're a police detective, surely you know you can't let suspects do as they please. Or is it common practice in your country to release criminals?" Gumshoe quickly shrank back down, mostly because it wasn't exactly an incorrect accusation. "C-can't you do something, pal," he asked to the ambassador, Colias Palaeno, standing in the corner. Meanwhile, Kay was simply surprised he was the one Gumshoe went to. I forgot he was here. The ambassador smiled, though not one born of kindness, and rubbed his hands together before answering. "W-well, while I may personally have my objections, this is a very troubling time and I wish to cooperate with the Interpol agent's wishes. I hope you can forgive me for not being more help." Things went quiet in the charred office for a moment afterwards, as it seemed the argument had reached an impasse. And every passing second was magnified in Kay's desperate mind, slowly crawling towards the very near future where she wouldn't be able to hold out. Now that everyone knew that she was suffering, modesty kind of flew out the window, she quickly shoved both hands up her skirt and gripped with all her might, she clenched her teeth and kept her head down, eyes forced shut. Looks like I'm gonna have to...have to... "Hold it!" But that shout shook Kay from her isolated funk, one so deep that she didn't initially recognize the voice. In fact, she didn't place it until she noticed Gumshoe, arm extended and finger pointing in Shih-na's face. Shih-na soon brushed it aside, an irritated expression on her face. "G-Gummy, what are you doing?" Kay could barely talk anymore without sounding like she was about to burst into tears. "Mr. Edgeworth always wins arguments with 'logic', so I figured I'd try the same!" Gumshoe beamed, but as much as she loved the big lug, it inspired no confidence in Kay. Regardless, he continued on his set trail, full speed. "The local precinct were the ones asked by the embassies to run security for the night, so any suspects taken in are up to us! And I say Kay is free to go!" "So you wish to argue without your master present?" For the second time this night, the normally stoic Shih-na smirked cockily. "Security only serves to prevent crimes, and judging from the break-in, the fires, and the two murders, you failed at that simple job. The actual investigation and any decisions regarding the holding of suspects fall to those with investigative authority. That would be Interpol." "You keep saying that, but we're in America, pal! What gives you the right?!" "You retain nothing anyone else says, do you? Regardless of their physical locations, embassies are considered to rest on the soil of their native country. Therefore, as we have two connected murders spanning Allebahst and Babahl, this is an international case. So we hold the power here. Now, are you finished with the stupid questions? I'd rather get you out of here as soon as possible." Just as quickly as he had puffed himself up, Gumshoe deflated. His fierce expression dropped, and he had already lost his fight. "S-sorry, Kay. Guess I couldn't measure up to Mr. Edgeworth, even for you." He scratched the back of his head as he sighed, dejected. Yet, Kay was on a train of thought all her own, or rather, one besides "peepeepeepeepeepeepee". That last statement...that didn't sound right. So, if I press her on it... "Hold it! Why does it matter when we leave?" Maybe I've still got some of that prosecutor's blood in me. She had broken character a few times over the night, but this was the first time they had seen Shih-na sweat. "W-well, that's because...investigations are a balance of having enough people to do the job, but not too many people so as to best preserve the crime scene. And you? You're both liable to mess up something sooner or later. So, the sooner your Edgeworth admits defeat and ends this long charade, the sooner we can get you two out of our hair." Was...is that an opening? Then I might be able to end this in one shot! I better be able to, or its my pants that will get it! "You don't want the crime scene to be disturbed? Then how badly would a huge puddle on the floor mess up everything?" Shih-na's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" Kay would have done her own interpretation of one of Edgeworth's confident arguing poses, if she weren't deathly afraid to remove her hands from her crotch at this juncture. Actually, she accentuated it, by beginning a dance of rapid steps on the spot, bouncing with every hop, cradling her wrists between her thighs as her knuckles continuously tensed. "I'm saying, you keep me in here for much longer, and there'll be a puddle that wasn't there at the scene of the crime. Is that alright with you?" "Is that a threat?" Kay's strong rebuttal quickly devolved back down to pleading. "N-no, it's just a fact! It's gonna happen any minute if I can't go to the bathroom! I don't want to wet myself, you know, so it would really be better for both of us if you backed down!" "For what it's worth, I would also rather avoid Manny's office being soiled," Ambassador Palaeno chimed in from the corner. "Mmgh..." Shih-na remained silent for a while as she attempted to conjure a counter-argument, leaving Gumshoe with nothing to do but look on hopefully, and Kay had no choice but to continue with her fierce holding. She almost cracked under the pressure, the thought that she had hit an immovable wall, and was almost driven down to the floor to await the inevitable conclusion. That is, until she heard the quiet, unwilling voice of the Interpol agent. "Fine. If it will get you off my back, I'll allow it. However, I'll be accompanying you, in case this is all some elaborate ploy to escape." For a second, Kay didn't even believe what she had heard. Even when reality set in, she couldn't afford to be too surprised, lest it cause her to leak in the recoil. Or, leak more than she already was. After all, she was on the verge of an accident, where any spurt could spell her end, making it all the more imperative she get to a toilet right this second. "T-that's totally fine! So let's go, before I go! Hurry, hurryhurryhurry!" Like an excited child hopped up on sugar, Kay was jumping up and down, though the cause was wildly different. "You go ahead, so I can keep my eye on you. And until I return..." Shih-na pointed at Gumshoe. "You are to remain still. Touch anything without me present, and I'll have you charged with tampering with the scene of a crime." "Got it, pal," Gumshoe saluted. "Just be sure to treat Kay right." As ordered, the young Yatagarasu exited the room first, though extremely slowly. Shih-na was close to stepping on her heels as she followed. If I make too big a step, I'm gonna lose it for sure. It felt like an hour before she could emerge from the office into the extravagant hallway. One that branched both left and right. I...I'm pretty sure I came from the left, and I didn't see the bathroom, so...it has to be on the right? But what if I just missed it? Or what if it's on another floor? I've only got one shot at this, so- "Right," informed Shih-na's voice from behind. "H-huh?" "Go to the right, and then take the next right. The restroom is on the left. Now hurry up." Shih-na even pushed on Kay's back to get her moving. Kay wasn't expecting that, and almost tripped forward because of it, which would have been disastrous. Still, she kept moving forward, with as much composure as she could be expected to have. "T-thanks." There wasn't much for conversation following this, just an eerie quietness as Kay hobbled through the hallway at a snail's pace, stopping every once in a while to clamp down harder and shake her rear end in desperation. While it could have very well been sweat on her palms, she couldn't shake the awful feeling that, as she clenched tighter, she had been squeezing wetness out of her underwear and into her shorts, where it could register against her hands. Come on, Kay, you're the next Yatagarasu! The bird that shines the light of righteousness on the world's blight! Just last a tiny bit longer! That's when she saw it, out of the corner of her eye: a wooden door flush against the wall, made of a sturdy, quality wood similar to the ones Kay had seen at the prosecutor's offices. This specific door would not catch her attention, being identical to all others in the embassy, had it not been for the little gold plaque bolted on the upper half, adorned with but one word: "Ladies". Kay's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat as the significance of the room that laid beyond this door sank in. I made it...I made it! The fight wasn't over quite yet, though. She had been extremely cautious up to this point, but with the promise of relief within grasp, now was not the time to be careful. "Anyone in there, I'm coming through!" With more the sort of speed she'd display if she wasn't about to have an accident, the thief barged through the door, practically ripping it off its hinges with the momentum, and was met with the Babahlese Embassy's women's restroom. Despite the artistic touches of the building housing it, the bathroom was nothing special, closer to the level of a nicer restaurant's bathroom, with three modest stalls and a fourth, larger one on the far wall. But, to Kay Faraday's teary eyes and bladder about to burst, it was paradise, especially with the action of the night rendering it completely unoccupied, giving her free pickings to her stall of choice. She picked the closest, barreling in with reckless abandon. Inside the tiny closet, Kay quickly turned the latch with trembling hands, locking herself inside, and pivoted to face her true goal, the clean white toilet. This sight, as Kay soon discovered, was both a blessing and a curse. While it was nice to see the finish line of her long, torturous marathon, the mere image of the porcelain bowl sent her nerves into overdrive. Just the suggestion that she'd be peeing into the basin soon turned her bladder impatient, and out jetted another fraction of its warm contents. Not a spurt, but a full pee for a second or two. "Aaaahhhhhh!" Even with the toilet within arm's reach, she had no choice but to instead double down on holding, keeping both hands shoved against her crotch. But it wasn't helping. Regardless of whether she clutched or not, the drips continued, increasing in frequency until it was almost a steady stream. She couldn't exactly see at the moment, but she couldn only imagine how little dryness remained on her panties. I...I have to go for it! Or I'll have an accident! Taking a gamble, she pulled both hands away from between her legs, and instead diverted them to the zipper of her shorts, eager to yank it down immediately. It couldn't be that easy. Hands shivering, Kay just couldn't get a solid grip on the zipper tag, no matter how many times she brought her thumb and index finger together. "Come on...come on!" Zipper, I need you to come down now! Yet, every time, her fingers just couldn't clasp together tight enough, or they'd slip off the sides whenever she applied pressure. Crap! It's these gloves! To ensure she'd be prepared for any tough scenario in an infiltration, Kay wore a pair of hearty gloves, a little stiff but strong enough to withstand her usual activities. That tradeoff made them absolutely unusable in taking off her shorts, she needed a bit more finesse. So, she raised her right hand to her mouth and bit into the side of the glove, yanking herself out of the mitt and spitting it onto the ground. With a bare hand, getting a grasp on the zipper was much easier, and one hand was enough to pull the zipper down and hurriedly undo the button as well. Her left hand lifted her skirt, because there was no way she'd be undoing the belt keeping it on right now, while her right hand held tight onto the front of her shorts and pushed downwards. Once again, her strife just had to continue. Her shorts were meant to be a little on the tight side, so even with the fasteners unfastened, it would take some effort to get them down. "Come on, fall down! I'm going to pee my pants if you don't go down!" The muscles in her right arm tensed as she put force into what should have been such a simple task, wiggling her hips to change the specific areas of tightness, and as such, they slowly slid down. Once they made it halfway down her thighs, her legs thinned out enough that gravity could handle the rest, and they crumpled at her ankles. With her shorts off and in plain sight at her feet, Kay could now see that, yes, she had leaked a considerable amount of urine, enough to create a nickel-sized dark patch in the groin of her pants. It was concerning, no doubt, but nowhere close to the horrific image she was made to bear witness to once she hastily grabbed the waistband of her underwear with both hands and shoved them down to join the rest of her bottomwear. Her panties were meant to be a moderately dark red color, but now approximately half, especially the back, was a deep garnet red, and shining with wetness reflecting light. There was also a pattern, large white passionflower outlines, adorning the undergarment, many now discolored to better resemble yellow sunflowers. But none of that mattered now. While she had, in no small amount, wet herself, there was no cloth wrapping her lower half left to wet. On the contrary, the slight chill of the air conditioning was able to brush against the dampness clinging to the skin of her "most valuable treasure" thanks to her bottom nudity. And that was exactly what she wanted. Spinning a half-circle to face the stall door, Kay shifted her balance backwards and basically fell onto the toilet seat, with no semblance of grace or elegance. In a stroke of unplanned good fortune, her waist-length scarf fell to a rest on top of the back tank, instead of getting wedged between her butt and the seat. She didn't even make it all the way down before her bladder had had enough, and the dam erupted a half-foot in the air. The brief spray flew forward, splashing onto her clothes and the tile floor, before she took her seat and directed the torrent into the bowl instead. Kay had been holding her breath those last few moments, but finally reaching her target in the nick of time was occasion to release that air, in a wavering and breathy moan. "Nghh...nghoooooooohhhhhhhhhhh..." That was far from the only sound emanating from within this stall, to boot. The hiss of the pee gushing from her body was one thing, one very loud thing, but the crash as the golden firehose slammed into the inner bowl could not be ignored, nor could the gentle stream as it cascaded into the waiting water below. Because Kay had leaned away, hitting the back of her head against the back wall in doing so, the sheer power was enough to rocket the pee forward, hitting the wall instead of the toilet water. And Kay Faraday was in heaven. Not even the most valuable treasure in the world could come close to comparing to the bliss coursing through her veins at this very moment, as that waterlogged and bloated sensation from beneath her stomach faded away, leaving nothing but euphoria in its wake. And it just kept coming, no matter how much of an ocean she poured out, there were no signs of slowing. Simply put, no matter how great a thief they may be, no girl her size should be able to contain this sort of volume, never mind the hazy definition of "contain" when it came to tonight. That's not to say there wasn't a strain to doing her business, of course. Indeed, while Kay was not putting forward a conscious effort to make her nether regions the fountain they had become, there was this sort of innate barrier she was crossing, an instinct baked in for the last three hours to simply hold it. Even on the toilet, having lost all semblance of control, her pee couldn't just flow freely. It took some amount of core muscle expenditure to make it happen as smoothly as it was, and Kay had the warm, sweaty face to prove it. Kay's chest heaved as she struggled to regain control of her breathing, but the smile across her cheeks was unmistakable. She had a lot of high goals in her life, goals that were expected to feel wonderful to accomplish, but on a purely physical level, she doubted she would ever exceed this. Still, even with that, one coherent thought flashed in her mind amidst a tumultuous sea of relief: I am making extra sure I visit the toilet early from now on. Nothing was worth that he- All of a sudden, the thief girl was deafened. How could she possibly hear even her own inner voice with the storm of crashing water now echoing tenfold in the small bathroom stall? Her peeing angle had changed, and now Kay was aiming straight below, into the water, with enough raw power to cause tiny droplets to fly far enough up to collide with her bare legs. The explosion of noise surprised her, she jolted in shock on her seat, and sat straight up. Her gaze drifted downwards, giving her her first view of her handiwork. Yes, the pee was strong, thick and uneven, with an obvious yellow tinge that clouded what was once clear water, now a golden pool. I guess I'm not drinking quite enough, but could you imagine if I drank more? I'd have been doomed hours ago! Still staring below, Kay saw the first signs of her bladder nearing emptiness with her own eyes, a reduction in intensity of the private act coupled with smoothly diminishing volume. Within a few seconds, the sound was less akin to a filling bath when Kay was feeling impatient and turned the faucets as far as they would spin, and better resembled something as ridiculous as "a pee when she used the bathroom with time to spare". A few sputters of higher power still broke the monotony, but soon, everything was quiet, save for a few stray drops from inside and stuck to her outsides dripping down. She had no clue how long it had taken, sense of time was a bit muddled in her state, but it was over. Yet, Kay didn't move. She slumped forward, elbows resting above her knees, and gasped for air like she had just run a marathon. Every exhale had a tone, a specific sound it was trying to convey. "Haaahhh....haahahahhh...aaahhh....hhhhhaaaaaaaa! Ah, that feels so much better!" A dull soreness remained in her bladder, but for the most part, every ounce of pain had been ejected in a steamy gush. Content and happy, Kay reached off to the side, to the wall-mounted toilet paper dispenser. Her hand found nothing. The mechanism was there, but no matter where she reached on the bottom, no roll met her. With each pat, she grew more frantic, until a dozen grasps at nothing later, she had to accept reality. There's no toilet paper. Of all times, there's no toilet paper now. Even if she was using the bathroom casually, a lack of toilet paper was worrying, she might live with the resulting wetness should she not wipe but it was something to avoid. But now? When there was a lot more dampness on her bottom half that needed to be attended to? I'd rather die. She began digging through her bag, which she had never taken off her shoulder, pawing through the assorted knickknacks and tools. And of all days to not restock my tissues! While anything traditionally toilet paper-like was absent from her belongings, one other item stood out to her at this juncture: a stack of coupons Ambassador Palaeno had foisted upon her, that she had accepted because she couldn't think of a reason to say no. She took a fistful out and looked them over. Each was a discount for something, should she visit Babahl one day before the expiration date. There probably aren't any good treasures in Babahl, so I don't think I'll be making the trip anytime soon...and this is an emergency... She bent them in her palm, finding the paper the coupons were printed on to be much firmer than toilet paper, and much less absorbent as a result. She weighed her options, use the coupons, cover herself with her bag and waddle to the next stall, or ask Shih-na for help again? I mean...they'll work, right? Taking the top coupon from the pile, Kay laid it flat in her hand and carried it between her open legs, gingerly tapping the paper against her privates, extremely careful to use only the flat side and not let any of the edges anywhere close to anything sensitive down below. Some of the dampness did transfer into the paper, but most of it retained its drop-like shape on the surface, sliding off whenever there was a decline. Soon enough, the surface was wet all over, but the amount of dryness provided paled in comparison to a proper square of toilet paper. So, into the bowl it fell, and a second coupon took its place. By the time she felt suitably dry, she had burned through a half-dozen coupons, and had only one remaining in her stack, one used to touch up her inner legs a bit and put her back in full, presentable, tip-top shape. "Phew! Glad that's over!" All that was left was to pull her pants back up, and she was good to go! She placed her open palms on the sides of the toilet seat and pushed, starting to bring herself to her feet. That's when she looked down at the assorted clothing resting at her feet, and had to recall just how much she had...irreparably destroyed her panties. While the minuscule damp patch on her shorts was easy enough to survive, her panties were drenched all over, she'd never last the rest of the night in those. Another quick rustle through her bag confirmed her fear. Don't have any spare underwear, either. Her heart sank as she realized she'd have to make do, one way or another. ...guess the embassies will be visited by a commando Yatagarasu tonight. Wearing shorts under my skirt was the smartest decision I ever made. Taking the time to pick her discarded glove off the floor and put it back on, Kay used both hands to grab the sides of her tall left boot, shifting her foot to pop it out, and repeating the same with her right boot. With nothing but socks on her feet, there was nothing easier than sliding her shorts off all the way, and her panties soon followed. Wincing, she picked up the undergarment by the edge of the waistband, one of the few dry spots remaining, and held it up to eye-level to look at it closer. The mere fact that drops fell off even now told her everything she needed to know. I'm never going to feel clean if I wear these again. That left her with but one solution. Pulling a small plastic bag from her stuff, because she had those on her even if nothing else was, she shoved her underwear in and sealed it tight, hiding the shameful cloth in her bag. The sigh of relief that followed meant she had finished, her bathroom break was done and the cleanup was complete. Calm and collected, zipping her shorts was far easier, and with a quick bit of redressing and a brief pat down to straighten her outfit out, and all was well. She pushed the handle and flushed the evidence of her pit stop away, and Kay Faraday emerged from the stall, a little embarrassed but so, so relieved. "Are you finished now," Shih-na asked as the thief exited into view, irritated. Kay had slipped her gloves off and shoved them into her pockets as she approached the row of sinks, and began washing her hands thoroughly, using twice as much soap as usual to make extra sure she left no lingering urine on her skin. "Yeah, yeah, I'm done. I guess I should say thanks, but...you know, considering the whole "accusing me of murder" thing..." Pulling her hands from beneath the faucet and shaking them dry, she walked over towards the door, where an automatic dryer awaited her. "Now, will you be quiet and let us do our jobs?" The humming of the dryer stopped, and Kay put her gloves back on. "I'll be quiet about begging to use the bathroom, sure, but you've still got quite the arguments coming your way. Me and Mr. Edgeworth have some connections to what's happening here tonight, and we'll make sure the truth comes out for all to see." "Being nice to you was a mistake." Whether she had forgotten their agreement or just didn't care, Shih-na took the lead going back. The return walk to the office was even quieter the other way. With nothing important to say, the two said nothing, just strolled back to where they came from. And the first trash can they passed, Kay quickly and quietly pulled her underwear from her bag and tossed it in, never breaking stride in the process, like a ninja. And with that, Kay Faraday's bathroom misadventures of the night had truly come to a close, freeing her to focus on the real objective of the night. Just you wait, fake Yatagarasu. With Mr. Edgeworth, Gummy, and me working together, you don't stand a chance of hiding! This modern day Robin Hood is going to unmask your vile deeds, and steal the truth for the world! Just... She looked back one more time at the trash can shrinking in the distance. Maybe the world doesn't need to know the whole truth.
  5. From the album: OverFlo207 - 2015

    Request by CeilingCat - So I've just been hang'n in my lonely dog house, barking at the wildlife, and drawing freebies for the neighborhood cats. Poor Franziska Von Karma, as a doggy boy, I know how humiliating it feels to have to go soooooo badly, only to be denied release from your handler. I guess there's no other option, except to bite down and hope yer diaper can hold back your entire essence without a rupture...all while trying to tune out all the eyes watching you.
  6. Artwork by Kurutsuki https://twitter.com/_kurutsuki
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  8. I'm telling ya. Those battles with Phoenix Wright made her bladder a little unstable. Thanks to Kurutsuki for the art.
  9. Ever since she keeps losing to Phoenix Wright, her inability to accept those loses cost her bladder to become weaker. Thanks to Kurutsuki for the art
  10. She trains under waterfalls, she makes waterfalls.

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  11. From the album: Omo-mad's artworks (2020)

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  12. "O-of course I'm fine! Being desperate in the courtroom would be foolish..."

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  13. (Note: May or may not contain spoilers to Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice) As the newest member of the Wright Anything Agency, Athena Cykes was determined to prove herself. Working under the legendary Phoenix Wright was no small honor, but even a year into her job, she still needed to keep her skills as an attorney sharp. That meant hitting the books every day, taking cases that seemed impossible to win, always believing in her client, and finding her smile no matter how bleak things looked. “Ugh, I think you might have shortened my lifespan by about ten years today alone.” Most importantly, it meant not being dead. She was particularly having trouble with that one today. “Sounds like my latest trick is gonna be a real crowd-pleaser, then!” said the cheerful girl next to her. Athena looked over at Trucy Wright, magician extraordinaire and adopted daughter of Phoenix. For someone who had just spent most of the morning and afternoon rehearsing for another magic show, she did not look any worse for wear, a far cry from the look of exhaustion and stress on Athena’s face. Then again, she wasn’t the one on the receiving end of the more experimental and dangerous tricks. “Yeah, it’s gonna be a good one,” said Athena, forcing a smile. “In fact, I think it’s so good that we don’t even need to test it anymore, just perform it as is.” “No way!” Trucy put her arms up and gave a determined look. “I gotta stay at the top of my game if I’m gonna keep bringing in the crowds.” “But your next show isn’t for another couple weeks.” “I know that, but have you seen my competition? It’s getting fierce out there. One guy combined a lion and tiger into a liger without hiding anything behind a wall!” It was worth a try, thought Athena. “So that’s why you’ve been so fired up lately. I never took you for a girl with a competitive streak.” “Well, it’s not so much being competitive,” said Trucy, “But I need my shows to be a hit, not just for money or fame, but to make sure the Gramarye magician legacy lives on through me.” She tipped her hat and stood in a pose. Despite her weariness, Athena giggled a little bit. With the many pants-wettingly scary magic tricks she kept getting put through, it was easy for Athena to forget that Trucy was a sweet girl at heart. Her desire to always try her best and do it with a smile was something Athena could relate to, and part of why they got along so well. “That reminds me,” said Trucy, crossing her arms and looking away in thought. “Do you think we should also have the box on fire for that trick? Might just give it that little extra pizzazz it needs.” “Nope, absolutely not!” Athena frantically waved her hands. “I think it has all the pizzazz it needs already.” Plus I’d like my funeral to be open-casket, thank you very much! “Hmm, I guess I’ll think it over later.” Trucy glanced around the street. “Say, when is the bus going to be here again?” Athena found herself looking at the road as well. They were standing at the bus stop near the Penrose Theater, with nary a vehicle to be seen, let alone the city buses. Athena looked at her watch. “Let’s see, according to this and the normal schedule, the next bus should be here…” She looked back at Trucy with a frown. “Twenty minutes ago.” “Yeesh, how long have we been waiting here?” Athena’s frown grew deeper. “About forty, give or take.” “Seriously?” Trucy blinked a couple times. “Wow, they are really behind schedule today.” “Sometimes, I wonder if the driver even knows they’re on a schedule to begin with.” “Yeah. It really stinks that daddy took the car to see some friends today.” “I hear that.” Athena nodded. “Much as I like hanging out with you, spending my entire afternoon at a bus stop is not exactly what I had in mind for today.” I wish I could say that was my only reason, too, she mentally added while her legs shifted ever so slightly. After being put through several magic tricks, many of which she believed would be the last thing she ever did, all Athena wanted to do was get back to the office and away from her personal nightmare. In hindsight, passing up the bathroom on the way out was not the brightest decision she could have made, especially when she felt the urge to go even back then. Her bladder continued to remind her of such as they had waited. “I wish I could say that was the only problem.” Trucy lowered her head to the ground. Whoa, deja vu? “A problem? What’s wrong, got somewhere you need to be?” Athena’s smile turned devious. “Don't tell me Trucy’s found herself a date. Better hope your dad doesn't find out!” “It's not a date!” said a red-faced Trucy. “I just… may have forgotten to visit the little magician’s room before we left the theater.” “Oh,” said Athena in disappointment. “That’s not nearly as scandalous.” “It will be if I can’t get back to the office soon.” Now that she had brought it up, Athena noticed the subtle cues of desperation on Trucy, from the fidgeting of her legs to the wiggle in her hips. I guess when you’re that focused on one thing, you tend to forget important stuff like that. “Well, at least you’re not the only one with that problem,” said Athena. “Wait, you gotta pee, too?” “Yep, and I’m gonna guess you gotta go as bad as I do right now.” “And how bad is that?” Athena gulped. “Bad.” “Yikes, talk about going from bad to worse. It makes me wish I could call for a cab or something.” Athena perked up and chastised herself for not thinking of this earlier. “Wait, you have a phone, right? Then let’s call for a cab. I bet it’d be quicker than the bus anyway.” Trucy’s lowered head said it all, but she spoke anyway. “I would have, but I forgot my phone today.” “Darn, I guess that would’ve been too easy.” “Sorry about that,” said Trucy. “It’s fine. At least you didn’t leave your entire purse behind like I did. I still can’t believe I did something like that.” Then again, it’s easy to forget when a certain someone is practically pushing you out the door to help them rehearse. “So what do we do now? We can’t call a taxi, but who knows when the next bus will show up?” At this point, Trucy had begun lightly bouncing on her feet and frowning. Perhaps her bladder felt that little bit heavier with the easy option removed, Athena assumed. “Well,” started Athena, idly flicking her earring, “I guess if it gets bad enough, we could always double back to the theater. You can still get in whenever you want, right?” “Yeah, I can,” said Trucy, “But what if we leave to do that, and the bus shows up then?” “I don’t know about you, but I’d rather miss the bus than ride home in wet undies. Besides, if it turns out they’re not running today or something, I’m sure the theater has a phone we can use to call Mr. Wright.” Athena’s words worked as she had hoped, for Trucy found her smile again. “There you go, showing off that lawyering logic again, Athena!” The surprise compliment put a bit of pink of Athena’s face. “H-hey, I just like to have a backup plan in case of emergency, that’s all.” “Really? Seems like every time I see you in court, you’re always winging it like there’s no tomorrow.” Well, the inflated ego was nice while it lasted, thought Athena. Trucy’s eyes drifted towards the road again when her mouth suddenly opened in elation. “Athena, look!” Athena already heard the loud engine, but she turned regardless. After waiting for who knows how long, the city bus was finally turning the corner and pulling up to their stop. “Finally!” said Athena, “I was starting to think they forgot about this stop.” “Looks like we won’t need to go back to the theater after all, huh?” “I’m not complaining one bit about that.” Athena felt her body relax a bit as the bus pulled up in front of them. It may have been a while, but now she knew they would be on their way to relief soon. It was not a long ride back to the office, she could definitely hold it even if it wouldn’t be the most comfortable ride home. As long as she didn’t have to go back to that nightmare of a theater. Nothing could be worse than there. Worst. Bus ride. Ever. Even with a bus filled with other people, Athena couldn’t stop herself from rocking side to side in her seat with her hands in her lap. What she had hoped would be a quick ride back to the agency turned out to be a lengthy test of her endurance. There was the detour due to some road work, then came the bumps in the road giving her bladder a constant jolt, and then a flat tire on top of that. If not for the constant pressure between her legs, Athena swore she could have walked back to the office faster than this. “H-how much longer do we have now?” said Trucy. Athena looked over to Trucy and found that she was not faring any better than her. Her hand was firmly placed between her legs, with her purse on her lap to hide this from any onlookers. There was little she could do to hide the bouncing foot or the occasional lip-biting, however. “I think we’re almost there now. Do you think you can hold out?” Trucy turned her head to Athena’s where her frown was fully visible. “I don’t know. I… I think I’m hitting my limit now. If we, um, can’t get back in time, what are we gonna do?” Wow, she’s really worried. Seeing Trucy genuinely frown was such a rare occurrence that it always tugged on Athena’s heart. Athena rested her hand on Trucy’s leg. “Hey, hey, don’t even think about that. You can make it through this. You just gotta hold on a little longer, alright?” “I’ll… I’ll do my best,” said Trucy, finding her smile again. “How are you holding out?” “Me? I’m doing alright. I can manage it,” said Athena with a tenuous grin. “I’m gonna burst!” “What was that?” asked Trucy, her eyebrow raised. “Nothing! Nothing at all!” Athena laughed nervously and looked away. “Pipe down, Widget!” she whispered to the computer in her necklace. Now was certainly not the time for it to be blabbing about her secrets in public. Staying positive about her situation was one of the few things keeping her from wetting herself, and admitting she wasn’t doing so well either might end up being the crack that bursts the dam. “That doesn’t sound like ‘nothing at all’ to me,” said Trucy. “Um, well…” Athena scratched her chin while thinking up an excuse, but none would come to her. Come on, Athena, think of something! You do this in the courtroom all the time! “Gatewater Hotel, Eldoon’s Noodles cart temporary location, and Wright Anything Agency, next stop!” The bus driver’s voice may as well have come from an angel, such was the sound of that news. “Finally! Come on, Trucy, we have some business to take care of on the double!” “I don’t like how he put our office last on that list,” remarked Trucy. “Pee now, complain later,” said Athena as she stood up and pulled on the stop cord. The shifting weight on her bladder made her wince in discomfort, she maybe had minutes left before an emergency trip to the cleaners would be needed. A whimper from Trucy when she got up left Athena to guess she was the same way. The moment the bus pulled to a stop and the doors opened, Athena and Trucy rushed out and towards the agency. Both girls had their hands firmly on their groins and their legs pressed together as they ran, their desperation had progressed too far to allow them any modesty. They soon reached the front door to the office and huddled around it, with Trucy frantically searching through her purse for her keys and then trying to insert them in the lock. “Come on, hurry!” urged Athena. “Don’t stress me, this is bad enough as it is!” said Trucy as the key continued to miss the target. “Oh come on, you get out of traps in your show way worse than this!” “I’ve never had to with a full bladder before.” Trucy kept fumbling with the key until it finally entered the lock. “Oh, thank the stars!” “Atta girl, get that door open!” cheered Athena. The front door swung open hard enough to probably leave a dent in the wall as Athena and Trucy ran inside. The waiting room was as messy as ever, but the path to the bathroom was fortunately clear. Athena felt joy at first seeing that relief was just a few meters away. However, the closer she got to the bathroom door, the more she realized that the other desperate girl was closer to it than her. It was taking nearly all her strength to hold her urine back at this point, but to have to stand outside the toilet that extra couple minutes while listening to Trucy doing the one thing she would love to do more than anything right now? There was no way she would not have an accident that way. The obvious answer would be to ask to go first, but Athena wondered if Trucy was at that same level of desperation. If Athena went first, would she walk outside to find Trucy standing in a puddle, her boots and undies ruined and her face flowing with tears? She knew that would be far from a nice thing to do a good friend of hers. But as another wave hit her and the faint feeling of wetness registered in her panties, any thoughts of proper manners and being a nice person immediately evaporated from Athena’s mind. Friendship be damned, I have to pee! “Oh man, this is gonna feel so good,” said Trucy, her hand reaching towards the doorknob. “Hold it!” Trucy jumped back as Athena slammed her hand on the bathroom door. “B-but I really gotta pee,” whined Trucy. “Sorry, Trucy, but I think I should be the one who gets to use the bathroom first,” said Athena with a coy smile as she reached for the doorknob. “What? Why do you get to go first?” “Um, well,” Athena’s eyes darted back and forth. “Because, uh, seniority! Yeah, age before beauty and all that.” Trucy pouted and put her arms up. “But, but I’ve been part of the agency way longer than you have. That gives me seniority over you!” Dammit, I wasn’t expecting her to counter me. “M-maybe so, but this is a law office first and foremost, so we attorneys get top bathroom priority.” “And why haven’t I heard about this before?” “Because they’re secret privileges!” Athena gave her biggest bull-eating grin. Trucy bit her lip for a moment. “W-well, if it wasn’t for my magic shows helping fund the agency, you wouldn’t have an office to use your secret lawyer privileges in the first place!” Gah, low blow, Trucy, Athena mentally reeled, but I can go lower! “Say Trucy, do you remember who helped prove you innocent when you were framed for murder?” At this, Trucy visibly balked, looking much like the rest of the crew whenever their arguments in court would get crushed. “Um, uh, b-but…!” Yes, victory! Were both her hands not occupied, Athena would have done a fist pump to celebrate. Instead, she kept one hand between her legs and the other turning the knob. “Wait a second!” Trucy slammed her hand on the door. “What now?” No way she could have thought of something to top that. “Do you remember who helped bail you out when you forgot to bring your l-lady stuff to court and it was your special day?” Now it was Athena’s turn to be gobsmacked. “Y-y-you promised to never speak of that again!” “Traitor!” yelled Widget. One could almost see sparks flying as the girls stared daggers at each other, their hands remaining on the door and between their legs. Athena knew she didn’t have long before her strength would fail, yet Trucy was just as adamant as her. This isn’t good. She’s learned too much about counter-arguing from Mr. Wright, thought Athena. Looks like I have no choice but to start playing dirty. “Look out, someone’s trying to break in!” Athena pointed straight behind Trucy and put on her best look of faux-shock. “Wait, what!?” Trucy immediately looked behind her. Gotcha now! As quickly as the magician had turned around, Athena mustered up as much strength as she could spare and shoved Trucy, sending her stumbling away from the door with a yelp. Thanking her lucky stars that she was already standing on the side with the doorknob, Athena turned the knob and swung the door open. At last, the toilet was in her sight, along with the rest of the agency’s cramped bathroom, just a little more than big enough for someone to maneuver themselves onto the seat. Already, Athena was reaching below her skirt to get at her leggings and underwear as she took a step inside. “Oh no you don’t!” A gloved hand latched onto Athena’s shoulder with a death grip, and she suddenly felt herself being yanked back into the waiting room. She might never understand where Trucy gets her strength. Just as she had recovered, Athena noticed Trucy heading inside the bathroom, her hand reaching towards the door to shut it and doom Athena to a very wet fate. Without thinking, she grabbed Trucy’s hand and tugged hard. It was not enough to pull her backwards, but it did force Trucy down onto her knees from being brought to a sudden stop. “Eep!” gasped Trucy. Athena wondered for a moment if she had leaked from the impact, but now was not the time to ponder. She stepped around Trucy and turned her back to the toilet, but just as she thought she was home clear, Trucy was already back on her feet and wrapping her arms around her with all the strength she could muster. Thus began a grappling match between the two girls in the cramped bathroom, with each of them trying to maneuver themselves onto the toilet. As soon as one girl got close, they would be turned away and the wrestling would start all over again. “Come on, Athena, just let me use the toilet!” said Trucy, “You already wear yellow clothes, nobody’s gonna notice a little extra color on them!” “No way!” responded Athena, “You’re a magician, you can just magic the pee off your outfit!” “It doesn’t work that way! Just pee in the sink if you have to go that bad!” “There’s nothing supporting that thing, it’ll break if I sat on it!” “Then it sounds like it’s time to start a diet!” “Why you little…!” Anger clouding her judgment, Athena jerked Trucy to the side and out of her grip. Unfortunately, she had done so in the wrong direction, sending her straight onto the toilet with an “oof!” instead of out the door. Athena’s heart sank upon seeing her rival sitting on the throne instead of her. Did… did I just lose? “Aah!” gasped Trucy. For a split second, Athena wondered if Trucy has bruised something from her landing, until she head the sound of something splashing into the bowl. A very liquidy sound, the sound she had been hoping to make while on the toilet herself. “Oooh man,” Trucy exhaled. It was at that moment Athena realized Trucy had not removed her underwear, meaning that whatever was leaking had to be leaving a rather wet spot there. Perhaps out of sympathy or because she was hearing the noises of tinkling, Athena felt the dampness of her own underwear growing. She was out of time, and the one safe place to pee was occupied… or was it? “Trucy, scoot back!” Athena found herself saying before her brain could process it. “Huh? R-right!” said Trucy, snapping out of the shock of her leaking. She scooted her backside until her back was pressed up against the tank, her legs spread as far as they go. Her panties, light blue to match her hat and cape, were visible to Athena along with the wet spot and the urine leaking out, going from a few drops to a light trickle from the scoot. By some miracle, her skirt was not underneath her, sparing it from the smelly and staining liquid. But Athena had no time to take this in, her leaking was only getting worse. She turned around and put her hands underneath her skirt. With not even the time to pull down her leggings and panties, white with blue stripes like her shirt and tie, they were already getting soaked regardless, she simply pulled them as tight as she could across her groin and sat as far forward as possible right as the last of her strength gave out. The bathroom then turned into a symphony hall of sorts, such were the number of noises emanating from it. The strongest was the sound of hissing and crashing water from two powerful streams, one directly hitting the water while the other landing just above it, along with all the loose drops coming from the fabric caught in the crossfire. Just as impressive were the noises of relief produced by the girls atop the toilet. Trucy attempted to preserve some modesty, but could not stop the occasional hum and sigh from leaving her throat. Athena, however, was more than happy to let the world know how good it felt to finally pee, for she moaned and made declarations of “so good” like nobody’s business. If she hadn’t, Widget would have likely done it for her anyway. The awkwardness was ever present during their potty time, regardless. Neither girl could hide the blush on their face from being in close contact with each other while handling their business. An uncomfortable warmth had spread across their bottoms, drenching their panties perhaps irreparably. The smell of two full bladder’s worth of urine invaded their nostrils. Trucy’s back and Athena’s thighs began to feel sore from the minute or so that they spent tinkling in their strange positions. But even with all this, the sheer pleasure of finally letting go overpowered the embarrassment. Until their streams began to run dry, that is. As their pee diminished into light trickles and then to a few drops, both girls came down from their high and into the uncomfortable silence that followed. The reality of their actions had begun to settle in, especially the events outside the bathroom door. “A-Athena,” whimpered Trucy. “T-Trucy…” responded Athena in kind, continuing to look ahead to hide the growing moisture in her eyes. “I’m sooo sorryyyy!” Trucy wrapped her arms around Athena’s stomach and rested her head on her shoulder. Athena felt teardrops landing on her shirt soon after. “Me toooooo!” cried Athena, letting the tears flow. “I don’t know what came over me, but I said all those mean things and I didn’t want to, I just really had to goooo!” “I never should have used your arrest as leverage, I’m a horrible friend!” “I broke my promise to never talk about your special day mishap!” “I played a mean trick on you so I could tinkle first!” The blubbering went on for a while until they ran out of things to say, at which point the crying eventually softened into sniffling and then silence again. “So… are we still friends?” Trucy was first to speak. Athena nodded and smiled. “Yeah, friends.” “Oh, I’m so glad to hear that!” Trucy hugged Athena tighter, straining her breathing. “H-hey, Trucy,” said Athena. “Yes?” “I like the love, but I feel pretty gross right now.” At this, Trucy removed her arms from Athena’s waist. “Me too. Let’s get cleaned up.” Neither girl spoke over the next couple minutes as they went to work cleaning up, having to remove their underwear one at a time due to the cramped space. Athena took longer with hers, as she had to remove her shoes and leggings first and then put them back on. They still felt damp, but the fabric was thin enough that it would dry soon, and it wasn’t like she could go without them anyway. When all was said and done, Trucy and Athena stared at the two stained pairs of underwear resting on the sink. “So what are we gonna do about these?” asked Athena. “Just leave that to me.” Trucy picked up the panties by their edges with one hand. She held out her other hand and a pair of large heart-patterned panties appeared in it. Giving a smile like she was performing, she tossed the dirty undies into the clean pair, tapped it three times with her free hand, and then the panties vanished in a puff of smoke. “I bet that trick has come in handy for you more than a few times,” Athena chuckled. “Don’t I know it.” Trucy giggled as well. “I’ll take care of these back at my place. Now all we have to do is walk back to our homes, put on clean underwear, and nobody will ever be the wiser.” Athena beamed. “It’s the perfect crime. I like the way you think, girl!” “I might not be a lawyer, but I’ve learned a thing or two watching you all work,” said Trucy while she opened the bathroom door. Athena stepped outside and said, “Better be careful with how much you learn. I doubt your dad would be happy if he found out he accidentally raised a criminal.” “Hee hee, I think daddy would still try to prove me innocent no matter what.” “Yeah, he is a big softy for his family when you get down to it,” said Athena. “So I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” “Guess so,” nodded Trucy. “Hold it!” Athena and Trucy nearly jumped out of their skins at the male voice. Standing at the front door was none other than Phoenix Wright, and he did not look particularly happy. “B-boss!?” said Athena. “Daddy!?” said Trucy. "There you are!” said Phoenix, “I’ve been trying to call you two for the last couple hours now. Why weren’t you picking up?” A drop of sweat formed on Athena’s head as she glanced towards the desk where her purse laid. Maybe it was the fact that she was going commando at the moment, but she found it strangely difficult to make eye contact with her boss. “Um, we just kinda forgot to bring our phones along with us, that’s all,” she mumbled. To Athena’s comfort, Phoenix’s look of anger fell away with a sigh. “Well, at least you’re both okay. We have more important things to worry about right now.” “We do? Like what?” asked Athena. Phoenix adopted a more serious demeanor and walked towards his desk. “You remember I said I was visiting some friends of mine today? Turns out one of them was arrested and charged with murder, and I’ve got a hunch they’re innocent.” “Uh oh, s-sounds like you should get investigating right away, boss,” said Athena, her tone sounding forced. “Right, and I’m gonna need you to come along, too,” said Phoenix while he rummaged through his desk. “Wuh-what!?” Sweat immediately formed on Athena’s brow. “But, um, wouldn’t you rather have me help Trucy practice her magic?” “No can do, Athena.” Phoenix pulled his magatama from a desk drawer and put it in his pocket. “This is a good buddy of mine, and they deserve as much help as we can give them.” “B-but…” The pupils of Athena’s eyes shrank as the reality dawned on her. Meanwhile, Trucy was attempting to keep her smile up. “Well, looks like you two are gonna be busy. I guess I’ll just go home and think up magic stuff for the night.” “Actually, you might want to come along too, Trucy,” said Phoenix. The grin immediately shattered into shock. “Wuh-what!? But why?” “I don’t know that much myself, but from what I’ve heard, the murder victim was apparently a magician. I have a feeling we’re gonna need your expertise on this.” “But my show!” Phoenix shook his head. “Sorry, sweetie, but you’re gonna have to make time for this. I’ll let you get back to practicing as soon as I can, alright?” “But, but!” “We don’t have time to argue,” said Phoenix. “Visiting hours at the detention center are almost over, and we still have a crime scene to look at after that. I’ll wait for you two out in the car. Get what you need and let’s get going. We've got a case to solve!” He turned around and went outside, leaving the two girls to stand there utterly dumbfounded. “I…” Athena tried to speak with the dread building up inside her. “I have to go outside…” “And talk to a client,” continued Trucy. “And then investigate a crime scene…” “All while wearing a skirt…” The girls slowly turned their heads toward each other with horrified looks. “With no underwear!?” they both said as one. A cool breeze blew in from an open window and ruffled their skirts, further cementing the grave predicament the girls found themselves in. “Oh man, I don’t know if I can find my smile for this,” whined Athena. “I really shouldn’t have poofed away my magic panties,” said Trucy. “Daddy’s gonna kill me if he finds out about this.” “I just hope we don’t have to climb a ladder,” said Athena. “Or a step-ladder,” added Widget.
  14. “Okay, I think we’re far enough away now,” said Ahlbi as he looked around. The two of them found their way back to the shopping plaza and stood by the fountain, with Shah’do snoozing on Ahlbi’s head. The many noises of running water had much less of an effect on them now that they no longer had to make water of their own. There might have been noise from the fountain and people going about their day, but it didn’t stop an awkward silence from following the two since they left the alleyway. Ahlbi had more than a few lines to break the ice for when taking people on tours, but he never thought of one for talking to a princess after sharing a pee with her in a public location. Nothing he could see in his immediate surroundings gave him any help, either. Much as he tried not to, his gaze eventually found its way onto Rayfa. He had expected her to be scowling, or at least look a little grumpy, but she wasn’t like that at all. Instead, she was looking down at the ground and rather downtrodden, like how he would look whenever he got a scolding at the temple. “Um, Your Benevolence?” asked Ahlbi. “Hmm? What is it?” Rayfa snapped out of her thoughts. “Are you doing alright? You seem kinda down.” “Er, I’m fine. You need not have concern for me,” said Rayfa. “Are you sure? I’m just looking out for you after all the running we did, and then… you know.” Rayfa’s eyes narrowed. “I hope you’re not about to comment on my perspiration again.” “N-no, I wasn’t!” said Ahlbi. Not anymore, at least! “Good, and as I recall, we agreed to not speak about that moment again, correct?” “Um, right.” “Then I suggest we drop it and move on from that…” Rayfa put a hand on her chest and glanced away. “Disgraceful, humiliating, awful moment,” she continued with a smaller voice. Silence followed once again as neither of them knew what to say next. Ahlbi looked on at the crestfallen princess, feeling a little down himself. His tour with the High Priestess had gone entirely off the rails, and now neither of them were satisfied. If there was an award for the worst tour guide ever, he would be the winner for sure. But looking at Rayfa, he realized that there were more important things to take care of. He might have failed at his job as a tour guide, but there was still his duty as a monk, and Rayfa needed that more than anything else. “Um, it really bothers you, doesn’t it?” he asked. “What? W-what makes you say that?” Rayfa crossed her arms. “I mean, I understand if you’re mad at me. I just wanted to give you a really good tour of the kingdom, but then I lost control of Shah’do and you had to do something really embarrassing.” “Tour guide.” “I accept full responsibility for what happened.” Ahlbi put his hands together and bowed. “You may punish me however you like. All I ask is that you forgive me for trying to do something I wasn’t capable of.” Rayfa stared at Ahlbi for a while, opening her mouth a couple times as if to speak. The seconds passed by like minutes to Ahlbi until Rayfa shook her head. “I… cannot forgive you,” she said. Ahlbi’s heart sank. “B-but why?” “Because there is nothing to forgive. What transpired there was not of your doing. If anyone is to blame for that incident, it is me.” “No, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi shook his head. “You don’t have to blame yourself for this.” “I’m afraid I must,” replied Rayfa, her voice slow and unwavering. “I had need of the facilities before I even bumped into you this morning, but I believed I could hold off until I returned home. Even when it became urgent, I could not bring myself to ask for a quick stop.” “But I had to go the whole time, too,” said Ahlbi, “and I really didn’t want to say anything, either.” “Yes, but I was the one who asked to be led away from this fountain, simply because I feared it would make me lose control. Had I not done so, we would not have run into that… dunderhead.” Rayfa’s voice turned harsh at the last word. “And then we never would have had to chase your dog and be forced to…” She shook her head in place of finishing the sentence. “Y-Your Benevolence…” “Would you please stop referring to me that way?” said Rayfa bluntly. “W-why?” “Because…” She frowned again. “I am not feeling very much like a high priestess right now. Not after that.” Ahlbi found himself lowering his head. “Oh… You’re still the high priestess to me, though. I don’t think any less of you.” “That is… comforting, but it does not change the facts. I am a high-ranking member of the Khura’inese government, yet I am guilty of the crime of p-p… public urination.” Rayfa looked up towards the statues of the dancing girls. “I look at the high priestesses before me, and all I see are grace and elegance. How can I aspire to their greatness when I have done something so vulgar and ugly and, and…” Her head lowered until she could see her reflection in the water, the many ripples distorting her figure so it could not hope to match the beauty of the statues. Ahlbi felt his heartstrings tug again. He just had to say something, do something to pull Rayfa out of her funk, but he did not have the slightest clue on how to do that. He was just a kid, nobody special in particular. All he really knew how to do was give tours and tell people about the kingdom’s history. Interesting tidbits were his domain, and that did not include anything about counseling another person. Or did it? “W-wait, Your Benevolence,” he spoke with a renewed vigor, “You don’t have to feel so down about it.” Rayfa looked up at him with annoyance. “And why should I not?” Ahlbi took a moment to collect himself before speaking. Not even he was entirely sure where he was going, but it was worth a shot. “You believe that having an embarrassing moment like that makes you unfit to call yourself the high priestess, right?” “I thought that would have been clear.” Ahlbi shook his head. “But I don’t think so. In fact, I think that makes you more like the high priestesses of the past than ever.” Raya’s mouth and eyes opened in a mixture of confusion and bewilderment. “I… am not sure I follow you, tour guide.” “Please, allow me to explain.” Ahlbi pointed at one of the statues of the priestesses. “You know about the former priestess Tashya’Kukeys, right?” “How could I not? She was instrumental in the talks that brokered peace with the neighboring kingdoms. Khura’in has not seen war since her reign.” “Right,” nodded Ahlbi, “but that happened when she was queen. Back when she was high priestess, she wasn’t quite so graceful.” “How so?” asked Rayfa, eyebrow raised. Ahlbi rubbed the back of his head. “Well, there was this scandal back then where Tashya was having a dinner with some ambassadors from other countries. She was fed some bad sushi and ended up, um, losing her lunch on one of the emissaries.” Rayfa’s hand flew up to her mouth. “She… what!? Is this true?” Ahlbi nodded once more. “It was a big deal from what I’ve read. The newspapers were all over it, and Tashya didn’t show herself in public for weeks.” “I can imagine why. If I had done something like that, I would probably never leave my room again.” “She wasn’t the only one to go through something like that.” Ahlbi pointed to a particularly well-endowed statue. “Frasha over there performed the first televised Divination Seance, and nearly every TV in Khura’in tuned in to see it.” “That sounds like quite the honor.” “It did, but then she had a... wardrobe malfunction during the seance, so the whole kingdom got to see, er, things they weren’t supposed to see.” Ahlbi’s cheeks turned red while he divulged this fact, but it did not compare to the blush on Rayfa. “A… a wardrobe malfunction? Surely, you jest!” she spoke with a hand on her chest. “It’s the truth! That incident is one of the reasons why they don’t televise court cases in Khura’in anymore, and why the ceremonial garb was modified to be more modest.” “Goodness.” Rayfa stared at the statue. “I had only ever heard of her successes in promoting equality among the differing genders and races. I never would have imagined something so embarrassing would have befallen her.” “That’s what I’m trying to say, Your Benevolence,” Ahlbi said with another nod, “Many of the high priestesses before you had their share of embarrassing moments, but it didn’t stop them from becoming beloved queens of Khura’in.” “I… suppose not.” “And look at you. You’re not even queen yet, but you’ve already helped free us from the tyranny of the DC act.” Ahlbi leaned forward, both his and Shah’do’s eyes full of passion. “In fact, I’d say you’re well on your way to being one of our best queens ever!” Rayfa gasped and leaned back, her mouth hanging open. “T-tour guide…” she said in a half-whisper. “Um, y-yes?” “Do you… really think that highly of me? Even after that moment, and when I believed you to be guilty of murder?” “I do. With all of my love for Khura’in.” For what seemed like forever, neither of them said a word, simply looking at each other, Ahlbi with an earnest smile and Rayfa with an unsure open mouth. Then, slowly, Ahlbi could see the sides of Rayfa’s mouth slowly pulling upwards. In that moment, he felt an elation growing with him he had not felt since the day the DC Act was struck down. But all it took was the sound of a growling stomach to pull them out of the moment. “Er, was that…” Rayfa asked, the smile on her dropping away in a flash. “Eh heh, sorry about that, Your Benevolence.” Ahlbi clutched his belly. “I guess all that running used up the rest of my breakfast.” Rayfa quietly giggled, finding her smile again. “You need not apologize. It has been an eventful morning for us, and I am feeling rather peckish, myself. You would not happen to know of anywhere we could eat, would you?” “I do! Lots of them!” said Ahlbi. “There’s a noodle shop not far from here that I visit all the time. They make the best ramen, and I could really go for some right now. Um, that is, if that’s what you desire.” Rayfa nodded. “Ramen sounds as good as anything right now. Please, guide me there.” “Will do!” Ahlbi turned around. “Wait, tour guide,” said Rayfa, “I must know one more thing.” Ahlbi turned back around and asked “What is it, Your Benevolence?” Just then, Rayfa’s eyes lowered and brow furrowed into a piercing glare. Her next words came in a deadly serious tone. “You did not peek, did you?” Ahlbi’s smile turned into panic as he lowered his head and brought his hands together as if begging for mercy. Even some of Shah’do’s hair stood on end. “N-no, I didn’t look! I kept my head forward the entire time, honest!” Visions of being thrown in prison and his dreams of monkdom forever dashed filled Ahlbi’s mind. Honesty may have been on his side, but it offered little comfort in the petrifying gaze of the High Priestess. But then Rayfa’s glare changed into a smirk, though for a moment, Ahlbi did not know whether to feel glad or not. “Hmm, you are very fortunate that I believe you,” said Rayfa. “I-I am?” Ahlbi blinked. “Indeed, otherwise I would certainly have to have you arrested for crimes of a most perverse nature.” “Eh heh heh, n-no need for that!” Ahlbi put a hand behind his head. “Fortunately not. Now I believe you were leading me somewhere to eat?” “Er, right! It’s over this way, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi spun around, the speed causing Shah’do to grip his head extra hard to stay on. He then let out a bark in protest. “Indeed, please take us there on the double…” Rayfa turned her head upward and smiled. “Barkhead.”
  15. Ooooh man, I gotta go. The sun was almost directly above the kingdom now, but the temperature outside was roughly the same. Khura’in was built in the mountains, so cold breezes blowing through the streets were a normal occurrence. The monks who would climb to the base of the mountains to pray were well-trained in tolerating the cold, even when wearing something as little as a simple robe. Ahlbi looked up to them, hoping he would be able to do the same one day. But right now, the cold air was not helping his full bladder. Ahlbi quietly prayed to the Holy Mother that Rayfa had not noticed his need as their tour continued. As far as he knew, she had kept her eyes on him the entire time, especially when they were walking between spots. He was happy that the princess was so focused in her pursuit of making Khura’in a better place, but it also meant he couldn’t hold himself or do anything else that would ease the pain, but give away his predicament. As they walked to their next spot, Ahlbi risked sneaking a peek at the priestess behind him. Strangely enough, she wasn’t looking right at him. Instead, her gaze was off to the side and there seemed to be a little bit of strain on her face. She looked grumpy for sure, but maybe there was something more to it? Is something wrong with her? wondered Ahlbi. Oh man, I hope she’s not bored with my tour. I better step it up for this next spot. My entire hobby could be on the line here! “Come on, Your Benevolence! Our next spot is just around this corner!” said Ahlbi, beckoning her with his hand. “Hmm? Oh yes,” said Rayfa as she looked back at him. “I am, er, eager to see where you are taking us next.” With this, Ahlbi jogged ahead, quietly appreciating the new sensations helping to ease his bladder’s pain. He was thankful that Shah’do decided to take a nap inside his shoulderbag, for he couldn’t run without the pup falling off his head. “And now, we have arrived at…” Ahlbi’s smile dropped away immediately when he rounded the corner. Oh no. Ahlbi and Rayfa now stood in a large circular plaza in the middle of the city, with shops and restaurants lining the edges. In the center were statues of teenaged women dressed in ceremonial clothing and posed as if they were in the middle of an elegant dance. This was not what Ahlbi was worried about. What concerned him was the giant, elaborate fountain the statues were built on. Water poured and sprayed and trickled from every direction into the massive pool below, filling the plaza with the inescapable sound of tinkling. Ahlbi swallowed the spit in his mouth as he looked at the fountain, then regretted that action. He didn’t need any more liquids traveling downstairs. The muscles in his legs tensed up just at the sight, heightening his desire to run to a toilet and do his best impression of a fountain cherub. “Th-this is your next spot?” said Rayfa. For a moment, Ahlbi considered lying and saying it was somewhere other than here so he get away from that fountain. His dedication to the princess and the kingdom, however, returned to him and forced him to abandon that idea. A good tour guide would not skip over a spot just because it was inconvenient to him. He would give the princess the best tour of her life if it killed him! Or made him wet himself. Whichever one was worse. “Yes, this is the p-place,” Ahlbi said. He cleared his throat and turned to face Rayfa, who had her eyes closed in concentration. “This is the Shappa’rahttu Center, also known as the beginning of Khura’in’s main shopping district. All kinds of things can be found on sale here, from locally-made products to imported goods from the Western hemisphere and beyond.” “Yes, I believe some of the materials used in making my ceremonial outfits are purchased here,” commented Rayfa. Ahlbi nodded. “Right. The officials say this is done so as a gesture to the c-commonfolk to remind them that the kingdom’s nobility still depends on its p-p… citizens.” Man, I can’t even say anything that rhymes with that word! “A kingdom without citizens to rely on is no kingdom at all… mmm!” Rayfa suddenly furrowed her brow and tensed up. “Something wrong, Your Benevolence?” asked Ahlbi. Rayfa opened her eyes again. “No! Nothing, I just…” she smirked at him, “had an idea.” “An idea?” I don’t know if I’m going to like this idea. “All the information you have told me thus far has been sound,” started Rayfa, “but these are all things that one could learn simply by reading a guidebook.” “I suppose so,” said Ahlbi. “I may not know much on touring, but I believe a tour guide should know more about a city than its landmarks.” “W-what do you mean?” asked Ahlbi. To this, Rayfa smiled. “I would like to test your knowledge of the smaller parts of Khura’in. The places that matter more to the locals than the big tourist spots. If you truly know your stuff, you should be able to make anywhere a good tour spot.” “A smaller place?” Ahlbi did his thinking motions, putting a little extra sway into his hips. I’ve been all over this city, but I’ve never rehearsed any of the smaller places. Do I really know enough to satisfy Her Benevolence? Where would I even start? While he thought, his bladder sent out another signal, making him tense up. “Eep!” he whimpered. Rayfa raised an eyebrow. “What was that all about?” Ahlbi panicked. Forget all that, I gotta get away from this fountain, pronto! “Um, nothing! I just, um, thought of somewhere I could take you!” replied Ahlbi, leaning forward with his super-determined face. “You do?” Rayfa smiled. “Then take me there on the double, tour guide.” “Yes, Ma’am! This way, please!” Ahlbi took off on a stiff march, to where exactly he did not know. All that mattered was that every step took him further away from that darned fountain. He still had to pee quite badly, but maybe now he stood a chance of holding it until the tour was done. I’m so glad Her Benevolence thought of this idea. She might have just saved my dignity, and my clothes! Ahlbi allowed himself to smile a little in hope. Maybe this tour will turn out alright after all! *** Oh Holy Mother, what transgression have I committed to incur such misfortune? Now that Ahlbi had his back turned to her, Rayfa could bite her lower lip. Her need for a restroom had gotten worse much quicker than she anticipated. The cold wind was partly to blame, as it seemingly cut through what little clothing she had down there and straight to her bladder. Then there was that fountain. Just standing near it made her feel like she was genuinely going to lose control. If not for her quick thinking, she may very well have done so. It took everything she had to hold on then, let alone do it without giving away any hints to her desperation. When I get back home, I will order that accursed monument torn down! The day was halfway done, but the prospect of holding out to sundown seemed more impossible with each passing minute. She could barely pay attention to anything the tour guide was talking about, or even where they were headed. Come now, I am the future ruler of this kingdom, thought Rayfa. I must not let something as silly and minor as a need to visit the little girl’s room defeat me! I will endure this with all my power as High Priestess, and I will prevail! She raised a fist in determination and held it to her chest. “Eep!” Just then, a strong wave of desperation hit her body, instinctively forcing her hands back down and between her legs. She came to a stop in the road, her sandals audibly hitting the ground. “Huh? What’s wrong?” Ahlbi spun around. In an instant, Rayfa realized her compromising position and stood up straight, her hands by her side. “Er, nothing! I, um, merely stumbled on a-a loose stone, that’s all.” She expected Ahlbi to say “okay” and continue walking. However, he kept giving her that same concerned look. “What is it, tour guide? I-is there something on my face?” she asked. “Um, Your Benevolence? Are you feeling okay?” “Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?” Oh dear, please don’t tell me… “It’s just that…” Ahlbi started, his voice getting quieter as he spoke. “Your face is kinda red, and there’s, um, a little… sweat there?” “S-sweat!?” Rayfa felt her face grow even warmer and became aware of some moisture on her brow. “Please forgive me!” Ahlbi blurted out, lowering his head. “I-I didn’t mean to speak out of t-turn! I’m only looking out for your well-being!” “My ‘well-being’ is just fine. You need not worry over me,” Rayfa replied, finding it difficult to hide the irritation in her voice. Ahlbi lifted his head again. “I understand, Your Benevolence, but I can’t help but wonder about it. Why would anyone sweat when it’s so cold outside?” What is with his fascination for my perspiration? “Um, there is an explanation for that! A simple one, really!” “What is it?” Oh dear, I didn’t think that far ahead. Rayfa’s eyes looked back and forth while she struggled for an answer. “Well, um, this sweat, er, is from… my hard work and dedication to the Kingdom!” Rayfa put her hands on her hips in a pose of faux-confidence. For a few dragged-out seconds, Ahlbi stood unmoving and in silence. Please buy it, thought Rayfa, I don’t know how much longer I can stand in this pose. “Makes sense to me!” Ahlbi smiled enough to show his missing tooth again. “Sometimes, I end up pretty sweaty after my training and touring, even when it’s not hot.” Rayfa dropped her pose and quietly sighed. Good. Now maybe we can get moving again before something else- “Defiant Dragon’s Blast!” A loud bang and a bright flash of light suddenly went off close to Rayfa and Ahlbi. “Pohlkunka!” yelled Ahlbi in surprise, jumping back on one foot. Unfortunately, he leaned too far to the side and found himself flailing his arm wildly before falling over, his leg raised in the air. “Gyah!” Rayfa leapt back as well, keeping her footing intact. Immediately afterwards, a new sensation became apparent to her, of something warm and wet in her undergarments. She yelped again and pressed her legs together, her mind going in circles with panic. Nothing more came out of her, much to her relief, but her hold felt shakier than ever. However, she had more important problems at hand. Who or what on earth was responsible for that bang? she thought as she looked around. “Bahahahaha, oh man, your face! This never gets old!” Rayfa looked to where the laughter was coming from, and found herself face-to-face with none other than Datz Are’bal, the former Defiant Dragon, escape artist, and lover of pranks himself. “Y-you!” Rayfa felt her face growing red hot as her teeth clenched and her hands tensed up into fists. This man made me leak! Unforgivable! She finally threw her fists down and yelled “Nincompoop! Neanderthal! Dunderhead!” “Oh come on,” said Datz as he wiped a tear from his eye. “You gotta admit that was pretty funny, right?” “Guards!” yelled Rayfa. From seemingly out of nowhere, four men in uniforms and masks appeared behind Rayfa and stood at attention. “What is your bidding, Your Benevoleeeeeence?” said one guard. Rayfa pointed towards Datz and said “Arrest this man for disturbing the peace!” And my pee! “A-arrest?” The smile on Datz’ face vanished in an instant. “At once, Your Benevolence!” The guards drew out their swords in a salute. “Yikes! I picked the wrong person to prank today!” Datz jumped back in panic. He turned around and sprinted as fast as he could. “Don’t let him escaaaaaaaaape!” Yelled the guard as the squad chased after the prankster. As they ran out of sight, Rayfa brought her legs together again and looked around in worry. This is hopeless, she thought, I will not last another half-hour, let alone until sundown. Yet she did not know where a bathroom was. This was a part of Khura’in that she was unfamiliar with; all she could find were random buildings and people milling about, nothing resembling a public restroom. Her face grew warm again as the reality finally hit her. There is no other way around it. I… I must swallow my pride and ask the tour guide for a bathroom. “T-tour guide?” Rayfa slowly turned to where he last was, but to her dismay found that he was not there anymore. “Gone? But where-” “Shah’do, wait! Come back!” Out of the corner of her eye, Rayfa spotted the blue and white clothing of Ahlbi’s as he ran into a side street, chasing after the sound of a barking dog. N-no! This will not do! Rayfa thought. I can’t wait for him to come back, I need to find a toilet now! Not putting anymore thought into it, Rayfa ran down the side-street, quickly finding Ahlbi again, and tried her best to catch his pet dog. *** Their chase took them through several alleys and small roads full of twists and turns. Every time one of them got close to Shah’do, he would dart out of their reach and down another road. Rayfa was not out of shape by any means, but it was still far more running than she was used to. Her lungs burned and her bladder muscles screamed in agony as she ran, but she remained hot on Ahlbi’s heels, who was just barely keeping up with Shah’do. Little did she know, Ahlbi felt much the same way. His touring and occasional chasing after Shah’do helped keep him fit, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t wearing him out. His bladder was not helping matters either, for Datz’ firecracker had also caused him to leak into his underwear. He knew he could not take care of that until Shah’do was caught; if his dog caused any damage in its panic, he would certainly get in trouble with the princess behind him. Finally, their chase brought them to a dead-end alleyway that looked rarely visited. Small trash littered the ground nearby, and a large dumpster took up half the walkway towards the end. Shah’do rounded the corner to the dumpster just as Ahlbi and Rayfa reached the alley. “Okay… Shah’do,” said Ahlbi as he caught his breath. “You can… stop running now.” “Stupid… dingbat dog,” Rayfa quietly grumbled under her breath. We must enact some sort of leash law when I return to the palace. Ahlbi was the first to walk around the dumpster’s corner. “Come on now, boy. Just hop back in my bag and… what the!?” His eyes opened wide. Rayfa raised an eyebrow as she walked up to Ahlbi. “Now what has gotten into you-huh!?” The two of them stood with mouths agape at what Shah’do was getting up to. He was standing parallel to the wall with his hind leg raised in the air. A wet spot slowly grew on the wall with no sign of letting up, and a soft but unmistakable pitter-patter reached their ears. The sight and sound of relief, even coming from an animal, sent a clear signal to Ahlbi’s bladder. He felt a sudden surge of pain worse than any other thus far, causing him to cry out and jam his hands between his legs. The damp spot on his underwear grew bigger and damper, even with his hands doing all they could to block the flow. “W-what is wrong with you?” asked Rayfa. Please don’t tell me... “I-I…” Ahlbi glanced around him with only one eye open. He wanted desperately to hold on a little longer and find a bathroom, but he knew he was at his limit. He was left with only one choice. “I’m sorry, princess,” he started, “but I gotta pee, and I gotta pee right now! Please forgive-” “Aah!” At that moment, Rayfa’s stoic facade finally broke as a powerful surge of pain came from her bladder, perhaps out of sympathy for Ahlbi’s pain. She yelped and doubled over while biting her lip, for she was at the last of her strength as well. “Your Benevolence? W-what’s wrong?” asked Ahlbi. It was at this moment Rayfa realized that modesty was not possible anymore. “I-I can no longer hold it!” she yelled. “W-what do you mean?” Rayfa’s face turned redder than her tattoos. “I-I must go p-p… piddle! Immediately!” Ahlbi’s eyes opened wide as the ball had finally dropped. “You too!?” he asked. “Turn around! Now!” Rayfa immediately ordered. “Yes, ma’am!” Ahlbi did as he was told. Now that Rayfa had as much privacy as she was going to get, she hobbled behind the dumpster, feeling another spurt escape into her underwear. In one fluid motion, she squatted down while pulling her panties, a solid pink that matched her dress, to her knees. Meanwhile, Ahlbi felt the last of his strength giving out and took action as well. He grabbed the outer end of his robe and pulled it aside, revealing his saturated boxer shorts. Once those were pulled down and nothing more laid in the way, he leaned his hips forward, knowing nature would take care of the rest. Forgive me, Holy Mother, they both thought to themselves. Two yellow-tinted streams, one sailing horizontally with the other falling at a downward angle, shot out at the same time. Ahlbi’s flow was solid and strong, landing on the wall above his knee level even though he stood at least a few feet away. Rayfa’s pee came out more like a raging torrent, powerful but chaotic, as it splattered on the ground, quickly creating a large, bubbly puddle. Their whizzing produced a lot of noise, enough that anyone passing by could tell what they were doing without even looking. There was much more sound than the water hitting the ground, however. For all of her elegance and pride, Rayfa could not help but moan with her mouth wide open as the relief she so desperately sought had finally come to her. She could also do nothing about the hissing noise coming from below, another testament to the power of her flow. Ahlbi was not as vocal with his pleasure due to his body’s natural wiring, but he still let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Neither of them could recall the last time they had to go so badly. But while the immediate relief took up a good deal of Ahlbi’s mind, there was a curiosity growing within him as well. Having grown up mostly around other boys in training, Ahlbi had never spent much time near girls, and now one was peeing right behind him, the High Priestess no less! Man, the guys at the temple would go nuts if I told them about this! The urge to sneak a peek to see how much different girls were from boys was strong, almost as strong as his urge to pee just a minute ago, but his gaze stayed straight ahead. Relieving oneself was a very private affair, and invading that privacy, especially to the High Priestess, would make him beyond salvation in the eyes of the Holy Mother. That, and fleeing from the royal guard did not sound like a good way to spend his afternoon. Instead, he looked down and smiled, focusing on the pleasing feeling of his pent-up urine finally passing out of his body. Like many other boys, he had learned the habit of always looking to make sure his aim was on target when in the bathroom. There was no real target to hit out in the alley, but he found it oddly satisfying to see his pee hitting the wall and running down to the ground, forming a puddle just short of his shoes. Rayfa had no such sight to entertain herself with, nor did she want there to be. Now that the initial surge of pleasure had tapered off, the reality of what she was doing was hitting her hard. The High Priestess and future ruler of an entire kingdom was out in the open with her unmentionables exposed and relieving herself in some alley like a stray animal. Granted, it was in a very unpopulated area, and the only other person there was too busy handling his own business to pay attention, but it didn’t change the fact that her actions were highly unbecoming of a princess. Rayfa hung her head in shame as her pee continued. She wanted this sordid affair to be over with so she could find somewhere to feel shameful in peace. Unfortunately, her stream did not want to end. She just kept going and going with no end in sight, thoroughly soaking the concrete beneath her. How it was even possible for someone to hold this much, she might never know. Over a minute passed before their bladders reached their end. Ahlbi’s stream hit lower and lower on the wall until it was hitting the ground, while Rayfa’s turned into more of a leak than a torrent. They each gave a few last spurts, and their pee time was done. “Whew, much better!” Ahlbi smiled as he shook out the last few drops. He paused to admire the marking he left on the wall and floor, but quickly remembered he wasn’t the only one here. “Um, are you okay, Your Benevolence?” asked Ahlbi while still looking away. Rayfa perked her head up. “Y-yes, I am fine,” she replied, “would you happen to have anything in that bag of yours that I could, er, clean up with?” “Clean up with? Um, lemme check,” said Ahlbi. He rummaged around in his shoulder-bag until he pulled out some tissues. A proper tour guide is always prepared for any situation, he thought to himself. Well, almost any situation. “Here you go, on your left side,” he said as he passed the tissues to her, doing his best to keep his body and eyes forward. “Thank you,” replied Rayfa, taking the tissues and tending to herself. While Rayfa handled that, Ahlbi pulled his underwear back up and put his robe back in order. He still felt the dampness of his underwear, but that would wear off sooner or later. He soon felt something tugging on his sock, making him look down. “Oh hey, Shah’do!” He bent down to pick up his pup and put him back on his head. “I bet you feel better too, huh?” Shah’do barked in response. Meanwhile, Rayfa had finished wiping, so she stood back up, pulling up her panties as she did. She winced as the wetness brushed against her. Why did I even bother to wipe? She sighed and stepped away from her very large puddle, tossing the used tissues inside the dumpster. “Tour guide,” said Rayfa. “Huh?” Ahlbi looked over to her. “Oh, I bet you feel a lot bett-” “We must leave, now,” said Rayfa in the bluntest of tones. “Wha-huh? Now?” “Yes, before anyone sees us. This moment never happened, understood?” “Oh, right. This way, Your Benevolence.” Ahlbi started down the alley, with Rayfa following after him. The alleyway fell back into silence for a few minutes, seemingly devoid of life. Suddenly, a hand reached out of the dumpster and grabbed the edge. A man climbed out and jumped onto the alley floor, revealing himself as none other Datz. “Looks like the coast is finally clear,” said Datz as he brushed random bits of garbage off him. He looked and pulled his scarf over his nose. “I better lay low for a few days at the usual hiding spot, at least until they forget they’re looking for me.” As he finished his monologue, his face grew warm as he recalled what he had just experienced in the last few minutes. “Aaaaand I’m just gonna pretend that I didn’t hear or smell whatever just happened here.” With that, Datz walked out of the alley while he whistled a tune with his hands behind his back, whatever could make him less conspicuous. He rounded the corner, and all was quiet for a moment. “There he is! Get hiiiiiiim!” “Oh, come on!”
  16. On the westernmost edge of the far east lied the Kingdom of Khura’in. Since its founding by the Holy Mother, this kingdom has thrived through the rule of its many queens and the devotion of its people. However, it has not been without its share of turmoil. For twenty-three years, the nation’s legal system lacked any defense attorneys due to a law that stipulated the attorneys would suffer the same punishment as their client should they be found guilty. Many innocent people were sentenced to death under these laws, and a fearsome rebel movement grew from the tragedy. But that all changed a few months ago, when a lawyer from the United States showed up and began defending clients with a passion the country had never seen before. Working together with both the rebels and members of the Khura’in royal family, he and his colleagues turned the entire kingdom upside-down and paved the way for a more fair system to grow. While much work still needed to be done, the towns were abuzz with a feeling of hope in the air for the first time in a long time. Indeed, the capital looked particularly vibrant this morning as Ahlbi Ur’gaid walked along the streets of a local bazaar. Seeing the people work and walk and talk with smiles on their faces always brought joy to the young monk-in-training. “Wow, look at everyone, Shah’do!” said Ahlbi to the dog resting atop his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many happy faces here. The Holy Mother must be smiling down on us today!” Shah’do responded with an energetic bark. Ahlbi chuckled. “You said it! Our kingdom is growing bigger than ever, and it needs our help. There’s no way I’m gonna sleep away a day like this. Come on, let’s get to work!” With determination in his eyes, Ahlbi took a step forward, but his stride immediately came to a stop there. His smile faded, and he leaned his head left and right while his fingers drew circles above him. “So, what should I do today?” he asked. It happened to be an observed holiday for the monks and royalty today, much like labor day in the U.S., so he had a lot of free time. Unfortunately, he had not seen anyone who looked like a tourist, so he couldn’t give them a tour and contribute to the Khura’inese economy. When it came down to it, giving tours was just about all he did when he wasn’t training. “Maybe it’s time I learned a new hobby. What do you think?” Ahlbi asked. Shah’do made a noise in his throat that was his way of saying “I dunno.” “Yeah, me neither.” While Ahlbi stood there and pondered his plans, his eyes drifted to one of the shops along the road. It was a gardening store with lots of pretty plants for sale, many of which were unique to Khura’in. The store-owner happened to be watering the plants on display outside. Seeing the water trickle out of the can and into the soil below made Ahlbi aware of a certain tingle below his stomach. “Oh, I guess I better take care of that first,” he remarked out loud. “Not as easy to think when you gotta go!” In truth, he was more than capable of ignoring his urge for a good while, but it provided a good way to put off his thinking for a moment. Maybe when I come back, there will be some tourists to meet, He thought. Ahlbi turned around and stepped towards the temple that was his home. “Oof!” ...but stopped short as he walked into someone. The person he bumped into jumped back, startling him back into paying attention to his surroundings. “Watch it!” yelled a female voice. “Oops, sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Ahlbi started, but his apology was cut short as he realized who he was talking to. The ceremonial dress, piercing blue eyes and facial markings could only belong to Rayfa Padma Khura’in, a very important person within the kingdom. “Y-your Benevolence!” Ahlbi raised his hands and leaned back in shock. Rayfa put her hand to her mouth in surprise. “Oh! It’s you. The boy from the marketplace. It’s been some time since we last spoke,” she spoke. Ahlbi stood in reverence for a moment, but quickly remembered his manners. He bowed before the high priestess and closed his eyes, with Shah’do mimicking his movement. “Please, forgive me! I shouldn’t have bumped into you like that! I promise I’ll never do it again, please don’t punish me!” he said. To this, Rayfa chuckled without opening her mouth. “You may rise. You will not be punished, and I am in no mood for formalities anyway.” “Really? Thank you, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi said as he rose back up. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you not in the mood? Is something wrong today?” “Thank you for your concern, young monk,” said Rayfa, “But it is only a trifling matter, one you need not trouble yourself with. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Rayfa turned around and started to walk away. “W-wait, Your Benevolence!” Ahlbi leaned forward and shouted. To this, Rayfa stopped in her tracks. “Huh? What is it?” she asked. “Well, I know I’m just a kid, and a lowly monk besides,” said Ahlbi, “But I know that it’s a monk’s duty not just to uphold the traditions of Khura’inism, but to also provide a comforting hand to those who need it, be they friend or stranger.” He put his hands together as if he was in prayer. “So please, Your Benevolence, if there is nothing I can do to help, at least allow me to lend an ear to your problems so that I may fulfill my duty!” Rayfa stood motionless for a moment. Did I come on too strong,? Ahlbi wondered, but his worries fell away when Rayfa turned back and smiled at him. “It would seem the temple is training you well. I would be doing you a great disservice if I did not comply with your request. If that is what you wish, you may listen to my woes. It may help me if I were to vent them to someone, anyway,” said Rayfa. “Oh thank you so much!” said Ahlbi again. For a moment, it appeared as if his pupils had turned into stars. “Let’s see, how shall I put this?” Rayfa put a hand to her chin. “Since the end of the Defense Culpability Act, our kingdom has been undergoing a great amount of change. To ensure that change is only for the better of its citizens, I have been working with my family and the attorneys of the kingdom without rest.” “But that’s a good thing, right? Your work is making Khura’in better than it’s been in years,” said Ahlbi, with Shah’do following up with another bark. “Yes, and I accept my responsibilities as High Priestess with pride.” Rayfa looked down at the ground and scowled. “But even I need my beauty sleep. With today being a holiday for even the royal family, I was hoping to rest in my quarters all day, but mother had other plans for me.” “Really? What kind of plans?” asked Ahlbi. “Are they like super-secret missions to protect the kingdom from invaders?” Rayfa shook her head. “Nothing of the sort, sadly. Mother simply wants me to spend my day off outside the palace. Something to do with sampling the culture of our kingdom and getting to know its people on a personal level.” Ahlbi lifted his hands to do his thinking motions again. “So she just wants you to hang around town and talk to people? That sounds like my kind of day off!” He leaned back and put his arms behind his head, giving Rayfa a smile that showed his missing tooth. Rayfa sighed and said “It’s such a silly notion. I am Rayfa Padma Khura’in, High Priestess of the kingdom and destined to ascend to the throne when I have proven myself.” She flung her arm out in a dramatic fashion. “Am I not already the living embodiment of Khura’inese culture!?” Ahlbi found no words to reply with, so he just stared at Rayfa in awe of her display. “In any case,” Rayfa continued as she returned to a less dramatic pose, “I am forbidden from entering the palace until sundown. I shall have to find some way to keep me occupied until then.” She then looked straight at Ahlbi and asked “I don’t suppose you have any ideas of how I could pass the time?” “Something to do? Hmm…” Ahlbi stood and pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly, he leaned forward and shouted “Oh, I know!”, causing Rayfa to bring an arm up to her face in surprise. “You… you do!?” said Rayfa. “And what, pray tell, would that be?” she continued with hesitancy in her voice. “I could give you a tour of the capital!” said Ahlbi. “A…tour?” “Yeah, show you around all the landmarks and tell your about their history, plus all the smaller places and other cool stuff!” Ahlbi said all in one breath. Wisps of air visibly flared from his nostrils. “Tell me about their history?” Rayfa’s neutral expression lowered into a frown. “Do you mock me?” “M-mock you? How so?” asked Ahlbi. “Are you insinuating that I, the High Priestess, do not know the history of my own kingdom? That a mere child knows more than I do,?” She said, gazing straight into him. “Ah, no!” Ahlbi quickly bowed his head again. “I-I didn’t mean it that way! It’s just that, um, giving tours is my favorite thing to do when I’m not training, and I’d love to try giving one to the royal family! Please don’t throw me in jail, Your Benevolence! I’m too young to have a criminal record!” Rayfa’s brow relaxed as Ahlbi spoke, turning from a look of anger into confusion. “Your favorite thing, you say?” she spoke, closing her eyes. “Um, yes,” Ahlbi replied, opening one eye to look again. “I-I just thought that maybe you could have someone to talk to while you went around town, but we don’t have to if you already know all about it.” “Hmm…” Rayfa closed her eyes for a few seconds, then she opened them and turned her head upwards with a smirk. “Very well. I accept your offer.” “Wait, what?! You really mean it?” Ahlbi’s eyes opened in surprise. “If you have been giving tours to visitors like you claim, then we must be certain that what you say about our kingdom is nothing but the truth. Therefore, I shall personally see to it that you are not…” Rayfa rubbed her chin again. “How do they say it in the Americas? Speaking from outside one’s mule.” “Huh? What does that mean?” asked Ahlbi. Rayfa shrugged. “I am not entirely certain myself. The American vernacular is a puzzling thing indeed, but no matter. Do you believe you are up to the task of providing an engaging and informative tour to a member of the Khura’in royal family?” “I’ll do my best!” Ahlbi said with a look of pure determination in his eyes. “C’mon, Shah’do! Let’s give the princess a good tour!” Shah’do barked and mimicked the same determined look as his owner. Rayfa giggled and said “Lead the way.” And so, the two of them set off on the tour, with Ahlbi leading the pack. His heart still fluttered in excitement at the prospect. Giving a tour to the one and only princess of Khura’in! He had to have been dreaming, but he certainly didn’t want to wake up if he was. Maybe I should pinch myself to check, he thought. Just then, he felt another signal coming from his bladder, making him frown in worry. Uh-oh, that might be a problem. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind, hoping that Rayfa didn’t see that. Nah, I can handle it. I’ve gone a while without using the bathroom while training, a tour should be nothing. Plus, how embarrassing would it be to tell the princess I need to go like a little kid? Ahlbi took a quick glance at the princess behind him. Rayfa was looking off to the side as they walked, as if lost in thought. I wonder what she could be thinking? Ahlbi thought. *** How could I forget to use the bathroom before I left the palace? Rayfa quietly grumbled to herself as they walked to their destination, doing her best to hide the slight stiffness in her steps. She could recount the morning’s exact events, but even then she still felt the need to question herself. What she had hoped would be a lazy morning in bed followed by watching the Plumed Punisher marathon was rudely interrupted by her mother waking her up and telling her of her plan. One heated argument later and she was dressed up and out the door, her brow still furrowed in anger. What is wrong with a princess spending a few extra hours asleep on a day where she is not expected to do anything, she remembered yelling to her mother. That thought stuck in her mind the entire time she was making herself presentable instead of more practical thoughts like “Perhaps I should relieve myself before leaving my quarters,” and she was quickly regretting it. There was the obvious solution of simply asking for a bathroom, but the mere thought of it made Rayfa shudder. She did not doubt the cleanliness of Khura’in’s citizens, but she was the princess of the kingdom, an icon of Khura’inism itself! She could never live it down if anyone even knew that she still had to do such things, least of all the boy she was walking with. She wasn’t going to like it, but holding it until sundown was the only solution that made sense to her. It was not that urgent anyway; learning to hold it for long periods of time was another perk of growing up as the High Priestess. Until then, she would have to find a good method of distracting herself. Maybe I should start by actually speaking with this boy, she thought. I agreed to let him take me on a tour, after all. “So then,” she started, prompting Ahlbi to turn to her as they walked, “Tell me more about these tours of yours.” “My tours? What do you want to know about them?” said Ahlbi. Rayfa put her hand to her chin. “Well, why tours? It is a rather… unconventional hobby for a monk to have.” “Huh? Oh yeah, some of my friends at the temple think it’s weird, too. They’re all into stuff like Kachu’demal and Wahch’ovami.” “Yes, those do sound like the things boys your age would be into,” said Rayfa. “I mean, I like them too,” continued Ahlbi, “But Khura’in has always been my favorite thing in the world. I love learning all the cool stuff about our country in my history class, and I really like talking about it. It kinda drives my friends nuts, though.” He added a nervous laugh. “Hmm, not everyone can appreciate our rich history. A shame, really,” said Rayfa, shaking her head. “Yeah, but it might be because they live here so they know all this stuff already, but the tourists don’t know all this stuff, so I can show and tell them all kinds of things. It’s so fun!” Ahlbi beamed as he spoke. “Fun? Is that really all there is to it?” asked Rayfa. What a curious boy, indeed. “No, there’s more to it.” At this, Ahlbi’s cheerful demeanor dropped into something more serious. “Khura’in is my home, and now that it’s going through all these big changes, it needs all the help it can get. I really wanna do my part to help out, and giving tours is the best way I know how.” “I see,” said Rayfa, “And how do these tours of yours provide benefit to Khura’in?” “Lots of different ways, Your Benevolence! Tourism helps build good relationships with other countries, and it can inspire people to visit us more often, or even move here.” “This is true,” said Rayfa. “Yeah, and it makes good money, too!” Ahlbi smiled with his eyes shut. “M-Money?” Rayfa stopped in her tracks and glared. “Surely you are not exploiting tourists simply to line your own pockets? The Twilight Realm has a special section of hell devoted to swindlers, you know!” Ahlbi’s eyes filled with panic. “N-no, it’s not like that at all! I mean, I pocket some of it, sure, but I put almost all of it into charities and the local shops. It all goes back into the economy sooner or later!” The glare on Rayfa faded. “Really? That’s… very noble of you.” To this, Ahlbi blushed and put a hand behind his head. “Th-thank you, Your Benevolence. I am hum-” “However,” Rayfa cut him off, “There is more to helping a kingdom grow than more people and money. The spirit of Khura’in must be preserved above all else as we go forward, and we can only accomplish this through properly educating our citizens and the tourists who visit. Your skills in tour-giving have yet to be evaluated in this regard. I must see it for myself first before we can say your actions are doing more good than harm.” “Um, right! I’ll try my hardest to not disappoint you!” Ahlbi took a look around him. “Oh, here we are! Our first stop!” “Oh?” Rayfa looked around her, realizing that she had not been paying attention to where they were walking the entire time. The two of them stood at the center of a park in the middle of the city. A large stone plaza laid before them, with a statue of different women wearing regal clothing facing inward at each corner. In the center was a bigger statue of two women standing back to back, one wearing a mask and wielding a dagger, and the other having an entirely blank face. “Interesting,” said Rayfa, “I must admit, I have not been to this part of the city very often.” She looked over at Ahlbi with her normal piercing stare and smirk. “Well, go ahead, tour guide. Tell me about this place.” “R-right. Allow me to explain!” Ahlbi walked in front of Rayfa and stood facing her like a tour guide would. “This is the Plah’zah Plaza, located in the center of the Park of the Founders. The statues around the corners are the first four reigning queens of Khura’in after the founder, and the Holy Mother and Lady Kee’ra themselves are depicted right in the center as a way of reminding their people that they and the queens after them are always watching over us.” Rayfa smiled at this. “A powerful gesture. I could think of nothing more reassuring than-” “This plaza was constructed thirty years ago,” continued Ahlbi, “Its main purpose is to allow another venue for the public to hold all kinds of events. Lots of important officials and monks have also held rallies here, like…” Whatever Ahlbi had to say for the next few minutes, Rayfa could not recall. All she could focus on was the anger welling up inside her. A young child rudely interrupting the high priestess? Surely, there must be some sort of law forbidding such a thing! She should give him the tongue-lashing he certainly deserves. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say a single word. Somewhere in the back of her head was a voice telling her to not get worked up over it, to simply let it go and move on. I must be hanging around Nahyuta too much, thought Rayfa. Still, she had never quite felt this restraint before; it was only for this boy that brought it out. What is with this child? Is there some sort of blessing put upon him by the Holy Mother? Rayfa wondered. “...for the Plumed Punisher.” “Wait, what was that?” Rayfa snapped out of her thoughts and looked straight at Ahlbi. “Um,” Ahlbi’s eyes drifted away for a moment. “Like I said, this plaza was recently used to film a fight scene for a future episode of the Plumed Punisher.” Rayfa’s eyes opened up wide. “I-I was not told of this! You must divulge everything you know about this filming at once, tour guide!” She leaned forward as she spoke and looked Ahlbi right in the eyes. Ahlbi leaned back in surprise. “Wuh-what!? Um, well,” he looked down and frowned. “I don’t really know anything more than that. It was one of the few times the plaza was off-limits to the public.” “Oh.” Rayfa looked away. “I see. That’s rather disappointing.” “Yeah it is,” said Ahlbi. His suddenly lit up. “Wait, does this mean you’re a fan of the Plumed Punisher, too?” “W-What? Of course not!” Rayfa crossed her arms and turned her body away, a blush growing on her cheeks. “I, um, just like to stay informed on the, er, trends in the Khura’in community, that’s all!” “Really? Aww,” Ahlbi replied, “I had a lot of stuff I could have talked about there. For example, did you know they’re making a movie of her?” “A m-movie!?” Rayfa turned back to Ahlbi, but quickly regained her composure. “Um, I mean, I suppose it’s not that big of a leap from television to theaters.” “Yeah, and it’s gonna be a crossover movie.” Ahlbi beamed with excitement. “The Steel Samurai vs. The Plumed Punisher! Warriors from two different world collide! Who will triumph? In theaters next year! I can’t wait to see it!” Rayfa stood there for a moment before realizing that her mouth was hanging open. “Er, y-yes, as I said, I do not watch the Plumed Punisher.” Ahlbi looked down again. “Sorry about that. I got a little carried away with myself.” “That said, I have no doubt that the Plumed Punisher would surely prevail in such a battle.” Rayfa grinned and put her hands on her hips. “No one can hope to match the power of a warrior with the spirit of Khura’in on her side!” “That’s what I think, too!” Ahlbi laughed. Somehow, Rayfa found his laughter contagious, for she started letting out some giggles of her own. Perhaps spending my day with this child will not be as burdensome as I thought, she mused. But just then, she felt another signal from her bladder that tensed up her body and cut her laughter short. Eep! I best refrain from putting unnecessary strain on myself. “A-are you alright, Your Benevolence,” asked Ahlbi. Did my face betray me again? “Yes, I am fine,” Rayfa said with as her face returned to a frown. “And we are getting off-track from our tour. I believe we should move on from this park and explore the other landmarks.” “Aw, are you sure? I haven’t even started talking about all the different queens and their histories,” said Ahlbi. “I think we can conclude your knowledge of this area is sound enough. I would like to see if you just as knowledgeable at the other landmarks,” said Rayfa. That, and walking will help alleviate the pressure. “Oh, gotcha!” Ahlbi nodded and turned to walk in a different direction. “If you’ll follow me, we can continue our tour of Khura’in!” “I look forward to it,” replied Rayfa as she followed after him.
  17. Salutations! I know it's been a LOOOONG time, but with my brand new keyboard I've gotten an itch to start writing again! I can only hope I get some positive reviews (but seriously honest opinions ONLY). Anyway, this is a story about two characters from the Ace Attorney: Dual Destinies video game for Nintendo 3DS: Juniper Woods and Athena Cykes. For those of you who haven't yet downloaded the game (which you reaaally should), I'll fill you in on some background info about these characters and the world around them. Athena Cykes is a very upbeat girl who wears her heart on her shoulder. Er, well, her chest. She wears an electronic device called Widget around her neck that displays her current mood and sometimes blurts out her inner thoughts. Athena has the innate ability to hear discord in people's voices if they are lying or unsure about something. She is also able to determine someone's mood based on their voice. She is young and fresh out of law school with a yellow business casual look and reddish-brown hair in an...interesting fashion. It almost looks like a poorly made bow. Juniper Woods is a shy girl with long black hair. As her name suggests, she is very in tune with nature and always wears a sunflower, which she breathes into when in distress. She likes to wear plain clothes, with a large hat that makes her look like a southern belle. Woods has a very cute demeanor about her, but she isn't very confident and is easily embarrassed. Her best friend from growing up, Athena often helped her gain a little courage when she needed it. Athena has acquitted her for murder twice. She often seems to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. I think that should be sufficient enough. I plan on actually making this pretty lengthly so I hope I didn't bore you too much with the details. So, without further ado... July 17, 10:41 PM Bleaker Street - Alley It's dark. A sole streetlamp lights up a pathetic amount of Bleaker Street. A dog barks in the distance. Leaves blow silently in the wind, twisting a contorted path across the slick black road. A tall, cloaked figure appears. It is hooded, shrouded in darkness. The figure seems to glide along the ground, a foreboding air following in his wake. A woman walks up to him, her face hidden by the darkness. "Is this the place?" She looked down the dark alleyway perpendicular to where the two met. The figure simply nodded, extending a hand as if to allow her passage. The woman stepped into the mouth of the alleyway, the walls damp with grime. The figure followed close behind, drawing a small dagger. The woman, her back to the danger, spoke again. "Are you sure that-" She was interrupted by a sharp pain in her spine. The woman shrieked, then collapsed on the ground. The cloaked figure calmly placed the dagger in the woman's hand, exited the alleyway, and slipped away into the darkness from whence it had appeared. July 18, 7:57 AM Wright Anything Agency Athena jiggled her key in the lock, but it was no use. "Oh come ON!" she grunted, trying again. It was raining heavily out. Athena, who always left her umbrella at the agency, was drenched. This, however, was the least of her problems. "The day my toilet breaks, of all days..." Athena crossed her legs as she tried the door again, before sighing and giving up (on the door). The frantic lawyer dug through her bag and pulled out her cell phone to call the head of the agency, renowned attorney Phoenix Wright. Also, he was her boss. As she scrolled through her contacts, the short time it took to reach the Ps reminding her how pathetically friendless her life was, she remembered that Phoenix was on a business trip with his other apprentice, Apollo. Her boss's adopted daughter, Trucy, was also out. She was doing a magic gig across town, as aspiring magicians tend to do. Realizing she was out of options and time, Athena uncrossed her legs and relaxed. As she felt her bladder begin to empty, out of nowhere came, "Thena! Hey, Thena!" This startled her greatly. Though the rain made it impossible to tell what she was doing, Athena still felt extreme anxiety as her face caught fire. The voice came from her friend Juniper, who was now running towards her, blissfully unaware of the embarrassing situation the poor girl had found herself in. As Athena's mind spun with the worst possible outcomes, Juniper came up to her, holding a parasol. "Good morning, Thena." Juniper frowned as she saw Widget displaying anguish. "Is everything okay? You look...distressed." Athena's face burned with embarrassment. "I-I'm fine! Just locked out that's all..." Athena looked at the ground and shifted nervously as warmth continued to pour down her legs and splash on the ground along with the heavy rain. "Oh really? What a shame...fortunately, Apollo made me a spare key during that last trial a few months ago..." Juniper closed her eyes dreamily as she thought of him. Even saying his name made her heart flutter... Athena took a deep breath as the last of her pee flowed undetected down her shapely legs. She was in the clear. Then she saw her friend in a love-induced trance. "Junie?" Juniper gasped, suddenly brought back into reality. "What?? Oh, right. Sorry..." It was her turn to be embarrassed as she unlocked the door to the agency. The two friends smiled at each other and stepped inside. Not a moment after Athena set her bag down did someone come bursting through the front door. The girls jumped in surprise, poor Junie nearly wetting herself. It was a large man who said, in a gruff voice, "Mr. Wright? Mr. WRIIIGHT?" He then froze, the girls staring at him like deer caught in headlights. "Hm? Who the heck are you guys?" Athena stomped her foot, Widget now displaying fiery anger. "That's our line! Now what business do you have busting down our door?!" The man looked down sullenly. "S-sorry, pal...I was just lookin' for Mr. Wright..." "Well you made that quite clear thank-you-very-much!" "Thena, calm down..." Juniper grabbed Athena's arm. The enraged girl took a breath, and became calm. "Thanks, Junie. So, tell us your name, 'pal'." she said, still somewhat cross. The man scratched his head. "Name's Dick Gumshoe. I'm a detective. I'm the guy who used to, and now does, have Bobby Fulbright's job. And who might you be?" said Gumshoe, straightening his green jacket. He had the physique of a linebacker, ten years after retirement. He had square shoulders and a square jaw. His face bore a single bandage, which only served to accent his gruff yet skittish personality. "I'm Athena and this is Juniper. I'm in charge of the agency while the boss is out on official lawyer business." Juniper waved shyly, her mind wandering to how long it had been since her last visit to the ladies' room. One hour...two hours...five...oh dear. The usually still girl began shifting anxiously, resisting the urge to hold herself. Despite having grown and lived in the forest for many years, she still kept a very ladylike demeanor. Athena and Gumshoe didn't seem to notice Juniper's slight but frantic movements. Gumshoe cleared his throat loudly. "Anyway, I jus' wanted to tell Mr. Wright that there's a case he might be interested in taking..." "Yeah?" said Athena, still mildly irritated. "And why's that?" Juniper piped up, something she was not accustomed to doing. "Athena, where's your..." "Hold that thought, Junie. I wanna know what this guy's deal is." Juniper nodded, and lightly bounced in place as Gumshoe explained himself. "Well, ya see...he's been requested by the defendant, Mr. Sai." Athena wracked her brain. Sai...Sai...why was that name familiar. She gasped as it came to her, spinning wildly to face Juniper. She was crying, pulling on her hair. Athena and Gumshoe could see rivulets of what could only be one thing running past her ankle and pooling onto the floor. In a flurry of despair and embarrassment, Junie ran into the bathroom and locked the door, leaving a trail of droplets behind her as the horrific memories that name gave her pierced her heart and mind. Athena didn't need her ability to know just how much pain her friend was in...
  18. Author's note: Considering that MasterXploder will be the primary consumer of this story, it's only fair that's where the editing was done. --------------- Splash. Splash. Splash. The crashing of the waterfall into the flowing river was the only sound reverberating through young Pearl Fey's ears. Being so close to Kurain Village, the waterfall was a landmark to those with a voice beyond the living, as the women of the Fey family had. Their bloodline was one of a long chain of spirit mediums, and as such, would often make pilgrimages to this waterfall in their training, where they would sit under the crashing water to meditate and improve their concentration and extra-sensory awareness. However, Pearl was not the one undergoing training at the moment, not when someone far more important was honing her skills: Pearl's cousin, Mystic Maya Fey, the last surviving member of the main family back to take her birthright. Clad in white robes, Maya remained perfectly still as gallons of water crashed on her head, meditating to improve her concentration and extra-sensory awareness. Pearl was just here as support. That wasn't to say that she was working on her concentration herself, just of an entirely different kind. Pearl and Maya had departed down the trail out of the village shortly after a juice-filled breakfast, a meal that was in itself shortly after waking for the morning. Now, while she had no way of knowing the current time, the growling in her stomach indicated that it was past lunchtime, as did the ache and discomfort a little lower. Splash. Splash. Splash. "Nngh." Clenching her teeth under a frown, Pearl shifted her bottom's weight around, scraping her bare legs against the rough branches and small rocks in the riverside dirt. A lot of fluids in her system, plus the visual and auditory stimulation from the river, was doing the little girl's bladder no favors. Against her better wishes, she pressed her open palms against her skirt, putting pressure against her little locked-away secret, hoping it would satisfy her need for the time being. Dun-dun-dun dudun du-du-du-dun! The sudden, loud tone from directly beside Pearl didn't help either. On edge and wholly not expecting the noise, she leapt with a high-pitched yelp, eyes widened with shrunken pupils, looking directly at the source, some small pink device, Maya brought it with her. "You scared me," she scolded, twisting her legs together this time. After all, she had just experienced the first breakdown of a failing bladder, with a small patch of warmth across her underwear. Meanwhile, Maya's eyes opened at the chime, breaking her long, silent concentration. "Oh, time's up!" Uncrossing her legs, she stood up under the full force of the waterfall, stepping out and allowing the excess water to drip off her robe. "I'm sorry for making you wait so long through something so boring, Pearly." Pearl shook her head. "I don't mind, Mystic Maya. It's an honor to help the future Master in her training. That's what Mother taught me." Closing the distance between herself and her little cousin, Maya gave a few head pats to Pearl, the drips of water moistening Pearl's brown hair loops, sliding down onto her pink robe. "Well, then I guess I should thank Aunt Morgan for your manners, Pearly. Still, I don't want to keep you here when you could be doing something fun." Maya knelt down to pick up her pink device, spreading her arms wide to air out her white robe. "What's this thing made of, that it doesn't turn see-through when it gets wet?" "S-sorry, Mystic Maya, I don't know." Pearl slowly rose to her feet, all too eager to return to Kurain Village, where there would be a toilet waiting for her. She needed the bathroom really bad, as her body wasted no time reminding her, the strain of changing position causing a repeat of her earlier tiny leak, causing her underwear to turn warm once more. Her muscles tensed in a panicked frenzy, desperate to ensure that little squirt would be the only relief she'd be getting now. A second trickle followed soon after, doubling Pearl's resolve to stay dry, and that was that. She had successfully managed to avoid an accident, at least for the time being. "B-but I'd like to return home quickly." Maya chuckled. "I get it, Pearly. You've got toys to play with at home, it's gotta be better than sitting by a river, watching your cousin do nothing for hours on end." "N-no, it's not that, Mystic Maya! It's an honor to watch your technique! It's just...another thing." Maya stared down Pearl for a short time, looking her over for some kind of insight, causing Pearl to clam up and keep quiet. Eventually, Maya was the one that needed to relent, giving up the search with a shrug. "I'm no good at reading people. I'd make for a terrible interrogator. I don't know how Nick does it." Taking the lead, Maya lifted the long hem of her robe to keep it from catching all manner of dirt as she began the trek down the narrow path back to Kurain Village. Pearl followed, but with a drastically different gait. In contrast to Maya's cheerful trot, Pearl could barely bend her joints in her quest to keep her muscles tense, lest they allow a little more tinkle out through their grasp. She stepped like a wooden doll without knees, limited to small shuffling as her sandals scraped scratches in the soil. If she spread her legs too far, she was afraid her body would take that as permission to do whatever it wanted. Pearl did not have much in way of experience holding vast amounts of urine. Her mother didn't allow her to go out on her own, and without any friends her own age, much of her time was spent in the Fey manor by herself, where a toilet was only a few rooms away. Even when she was busy playing, Pearl just wasn't the kind of girl who would put off her need for relief. She had to pee, she went pee. All that meant she was untrained at coping with the growing pressure near her stomach, just begging to be released. It hurt, that was the only way to put it, and she just wasn't capable of handling it. Her bladder just wanted the torment to end, and it was making all the motions to force that outcome with spurt after spurt after warm spurt, dampening her undies to very uncomfortable levels. In any case, Pearl could already tell; she was not going to make it the long walk home dwelling on her intense need. She needed some kind of distraction, and just her luck, she had a cousin with many exciting tales to tell from the big city. "Mystic Maya, tell me more about Mr. Nick." "You really like hearing about Nick, don't you, Pearly?" "I'm just happy you have a special someone that takes good care of you," Pearl grinned, hiding her cheeks in her open palms as her eyes practically sparkled with glee. Placing an index finger on the side of her mouth, Maya looked upwards as she walked, pondering over Pearl's request. "The thing is, when you've already heard the story about how he questioned a parrot, everything else seems tame by comparison. I don't know what story I have left that would interest you." "I-I don't mind! I just like hearing about you two! Any story is fine!" So long as she had something to think about, besides the constant pounding of her struggling bladder, demanding more and more concentration by the second to avoid a total accident. As it stood now, even Pearl, wholly inexperienced in holding her pee, could tell she would stand no chance making it back home with any of the color white left on her underwear. "Well, let me think...oh, did you hear about Gourdy up here in the mountains?" "Of course I know about gourds! We grow our own vegetables up here, you know that, Mystic Maya!" "No, that's not quite it, Pearly. See, there's a place near the law office called Gourd Lake, and me and Nick found a big monster in it during Christmas!" "Wait, there was a monster?! Like, a real monster?!" "Well...not that time. But just because this one was just a Steel Samurai balloon doesn't mean the beast isn't out there, waiting to make his public debut! And when he does, me and Lotta will be the first there! Oh, I don't think I've ever told you about Lotta. See, she's a photographer that me and Nick met over Christmas last year, waiting on the beach for a scoop on Gourdy..." Maya continued to share the experience, interspersed with her thoughts on the great creature of the lake. Pearl listened intently, happy to have something else on her mind...for a few seconds, at least. Now it was dawning on her that, no, having something else to listen to was not going to make this struggle any easier. In fact, it was just the opposite. She couldn't just ignore her bladder while losing herself in the tale, or else she wouldn't be able to maintain her hold. No matter what, she had to fixate at least a little on her massive volume of pee. But now Maya was talking, and Pearl needed to listen. Now, her attention was split, the pain in her abdomen was too great to ignore even in the slightest, and she couldn't focus as fully on keeping it safely in her body. With distractions from all angles like that, it was only a matter of time before Pearl's condition worsened. It was already bad, her undies were damp, drenched, and disgusting, but it had nothing on what was transpiring beneath her robe now. A powerful jet of urine shot from her, piercing straight through her panties, jetting straight down into the dirt between her sandals, with a more-than-concerning amount getting caught on the fabric of her undergarments, diminishing its momentum enough to snake down her leg, out of sight but not out of mind, at least not for Pearl. Meanwhile, oblivious to the emergency her little cousin was suffering through, Maya was continuing her story. "And then the old guy said me and Nick could have his noodle shop, and-" "Aaaah!" Faced with the tepid trickle renewing the real fear that she might have an accident right in front of the matriarch of the Fey family, Pearl could do nothing but shout in surprise at the sensation of her clothing becoming further wet. That outburst was bound to make Maya stop talking. With a more natural stride, she had ended up a few feet ahead, but as soon as she heard the cry, she stopped walking, turning to face Pearl with a concerned expression. "What is it, Pearly?" She had spent the whole ordeal vehemently refusing to let Maya in on her desperation, but a lapse in judgment following her mind going blank in the surge of adrenaline put that desire as far away from her mind as humanly possible. Without even a thought, entirely on instinct, Pearl's little hands shot under her skirt and clenched her panties tight, squeezing the wetness onto her fingers and palms. Her eyes were clenched just as tight, growing damp as well from a different bodily fluid. At this point, she was in pain, she couldn't care less about keeping it a secret any longer. "Mystic Maya, I gotta tinkle, bad! I really can't hold it!" Maya looked over Pearl for what felt like eternity, who could do nothing but continue her potty dance under the stress. Soon enough, it wouldn't matter whether she told Maya about her predicament or not, as the final unpleasant result would be displayed for both to see in a matter of seconds. Just before that deadline struck, Maya's eyes widened, as the core problem dawned on her. "You don't have any idea how to go to the bathroom outside, do you, Pearly?" While her stepping had been repeatedly punctuated with grunts and squeaks, that question stunned Pearl into a full silence. "W-why would I know something like that? That's not possible...is it?" Maya nodded. "Yep, it certainly is! And it looks like you're gonna need to learn quick if you don't want to walk back into Kurain Village with your clothes all soaked." Pearl shifted her weight from side to side uncomfortably, the additional movement visible even amongst her constant motion. "I...I really don't know, Mystic Maya...it sounds kind of wei-" Even as she was voicing her concern, her body thought differently, and was not taking no for an answer. Another spurt of pee, larger than the last big leak, shot straight through her panties into her hands, warming them considerably. That was the sign, Pearl had pushed her bladder to its limit, and the next forced spurt would be every ounce of pee in her, and she panicked. "W-what do I do?! Hurry!" Despite Pearl's frantic plea, Maya remained calm. "Are you sure? It's going to be kind of embarrassing the fir-" "I don't care! I'll do it! Help, please!" Tears started visibly flowing down Pearl's cheeks as she shuddered violently, desperately holding on to the final strands of her composure. "Okay, the first step is to lift your robe up and pull your underwear down to your knees." Knowing that this was the most awkward part, both to talk about and to do, Maya decided that the best way to offset any hesitation was to demonstrate it was no big deal. Looking around to ensure there was no one to witness, as unlikely as it would be, Maya took a few tiny steps to the side to directly face Pearl, to give her the best view for what would follow. She opened the front of her white meditation robe at the waist, still wet, revealing her bare legs and pure white panties in Pearl's direction. Using her forearms to keep the edges of the robe off to the side, the thumb and forefinger on each hand surrounded the waist band of her underwear, pulling the item down to her knees. Maya looked up, and found that her assurance was not needed; Pearl had already done the exact same thing as her, white skirt lifted and robe pushed back, and underwear shoved down to her knees, where they were held up by her legs spread apart starting at the joint. The only significant difference was the color of the panties; while Pearl's were also naturally white, they were currently heavily discolored yellow and dirty. And the frequent drops falling into the suspended garment like a localized rainfall were doing the cleanliness no favors, splashing in every direction once collision was made. Pearl was done with shame or modesty, she was just ready to go. "What do I do next, Mystic Maya?" "Just squat down like this." Maya bent her knees, wobbling, barely keeping her balance with one hand used to keep her underwear in place and the other keeping her robe's hanging flaps behind her back, lowering herself until her rear end was only a few inches above the ground, spreading her feet as far as she could without stretching out her panties. Now, with her panties held by her knees and friction from the soil keeping her robe in place, she could hug her arms around her legs and pull her torso in close. At the same time, Pearl was watching her cousin intently, copying every motion, just faster and with better balance, thanks to less burgers in the diet. "And then you just-" "Aah, not yet!" Maya suddenly realized that maybe expecting Pearl to wait was asking too much of the little girl, considering the circumstances. As soon as she was squatting, like a natural response, warm golden urine began jetting from Pearl's privates, crashing against the dirt and rapidly forming a foamy puddle, expanding outwards with a loud hiss. Pearl's face flushed bright red, and she struggled to look Maya in the eye. "I-I'm sorry, Mystic Maya, but I couldn't wait any longer!" "No, no, it's okay, Pearly. I was just going to say you can go to the bathroom now." In the clear, Pearl let her eyelids fall and sighed in relief at the knowledge that she had succeeded...which then became much longer and louder than she had planned, with how much relief had to be expressed in that gasp. This was it, far too long spent containing a bladder filled like an inflated ball, when all hope seemed lost and she was sure she would have an accident, she got to relieve herself without doing it through her panties. It was a miracle. A very wet miracle. She could hardly be more thankful that she wasn't peeing herself, because it would have been a huge mess. Pee just kept coming out in a flow Pearl could best compare to waiting for her tub to fill to take a bath. The pool grew larger and larger, its boundaries spreading in all directions, surrounding the edges of Pearl's sandals. The fluid was soaking into the dirt, but not nearly fast enough to handle the volume the Fey girl was forcing out. Her breath was ragged as she panted heavily, over and over. The chilly air so close to the river caused a heat difference enough for a slightly-visible steam to emanate off the pee puddle, the smell was hardly pleasant, and the noise was practically deafening, a cacophony of hissing and splashing making Pearl's ears ring. Yet, maybe because she was on high alert for anyone who would see her doing something this inappropriate, Pearl was still able to hear something else, like running water, but drastically different than her own. She wasn't going to find an answer with her eyes closed, and needed to open them to solve the mystery. That was when she saw her big cousin, Mystic Maya, current head of the Fey clan, taking her own little whiz on the ground. "Haaaahhh..." Maya had a small smile on her face as she enjoyed the feeling of relieving her own bladder. Of course, it had nothing on Pearl's pee in terms of power or quantity, Maya didn't need to go that bad, but it still seemed rather nice. Even if it was no different than her own actions, ones she had only taken thanks to prompting from the girl in front of her, Pearl had a hard time accepting that the cousin ten years her senior was also turning the woods into her little medium's room. "You needed to tinkle too, Mystic Maya?" "Eheheh...yeah, kinda," Maya giggled. "Sitting still that whole time gave me a lot of time to fill up, and being in water didn't make it any easier. Depending on how long the walk back to the village took, I was thinking about asking whether you minded if I just went. At least this way, it's both of us." Her question answered, Pearl nodded, and had no means of continuing the conversation. As such, the next minute was nothing but silence, outside the rushing pee each girl was taking and the occasional moans that accompanied them. The ecstasy when Pearl's bladder first began draining was beautiful, but by now, the bliss had worn off, and it just felt boring, being anchored to the spot until she was finished. It gave her plenty of time to grow fearful that someone may discover them in their most exposed state. That anxiety didn't last long, thankfully. Pearl's power pee dwindled into one more closely resembling Maya's, who was also finishing up around the same time, where they both tapered off to nothing at almost the same moment. Of course, that was the only similarity. Despite the size difference between the two, Maya's puddle was by far the smaller, a true testament to Pearl's hidden strength. "Wow, how does someone your size hold that much, Pearly? Um, you don't have anything to wipe with, like tissues or something, do you?" "No, I don't have anything. Sorry, Mystic Maya." "You don't need to apologize. And there's no loose leaves anywhere nearby, either...guess I'll just need to live with a little bit of wetness on my panties." Wiggling her butt to shake off any larger drops sticking to her, Maya jumped back to her feet, sliding her underwear back around her waist, and pulled her robe back around her legs to properly cover her. If it weren't for the small puddle in the dirt, she wouldn't look remiss in the slightest. Pearl wasn't so quick in redressing herself, not with her own panties staring her in the face, just as dirty as when she pulled them off. Some part of her questioned whether it was worth attempting to wear them again, or if she should just leave them behind. She went back and forth on the matter a few times, but in the end, concluded that not having underwear was just wrong. That final decision did nothing to make putting them back on any easier, still so wet, a tactile reminder of how much of an emergency she had. And the time separated from her warm body chilled the soaked patch, severely multiplying the discomfort experienced. Pearl winced and grimaced as she made herself as presentable as possible. Once the two were back to normal, Maya closed the distance and placed a hand on Pearl's shoulder. "You feel better now, Pearly?" "Um...kind of. I like not having to go potty any more, but I feel so gross." "Well then, let's hurry back to the manor so you can change and take a bath." Maya took Pearl's hand, and began leading the two back in the direction of Kurain Village. It was a good thing she had a guide, because Pearl paid no attention to the journey, looking straight down at her feet. A silence permeated the air, with nothing besides wind and shoes hitting earth to break it. Pearl wasn't in the mood to talk, and Maya wasn't going to force it. However, curiosity was burning a hole through the younger Fey's chest, and before long, it was too intense to ignore. "Mystic Maya, why do you know how to go tinkle outside?" "Well, believe it or not, I was in your exact shoes a long time ago. I went with my sister to the waterfall to watch her training, and I couldn't wait long enough on the way back. So sis taught me, the same way I taught you. She said mom taught her when she was my age, when I was your age. So, consider it a secret Fey family technique." "Is it useful to know? Am I going to need to do this again," Pearl asked, an air of disappointment evident. "Well, it's saved me a few times in my life, I can't deny that. Nothing beats good preparation, but sometimes, it's just out of your control. It isn't something you should talk about, but it's just a fact of life." Maya shrugged, unsure what else to say. Pearl stopped dead in her tracks, ripping herself away from the hand holding, eyes widened, as a horrible realization dawned on her. "What's my mother going to say?! She's going to see what happened when she washes my clothes! I'm going to be in so much trouble!" Her face was soon buried in her hands, head shaking as she attempted to force denial of what punishment would await her at home. Maya reached out to Pearl, wanting to comfort her, but pulled back when she realized she didn't know what she could say to make it better. Her gaze turned downwards as well, off towards the side. That's how she noticed the brown ring of dirt circling and staining the bottom of her white robe. That was just the piece she needed to solve this conundrum. "Ugh, my robe got all dirty," she complained, loud enough to be absolutely sure Pearl heard. "I'm gonna get such an earful from Aunt Morgan if she sees all this grime! Do you know how far we got from the river, Pearly?" She wasn't in a good mood, but Mystic Maya asked her a direct question, and she couldn't ignore that. "W-we didn't get that far, I d-don't think." It was hard enough for her to look up from her hands, even harder to hold back tears, there was no telling how long she'd last. "Well then, how about this? We go back to the river and wash our clothes first. That way, we're mostly clean, it'll dry off by the time we get back, and Aunt Morgan doesn't have to hear anything. Everything that happened here today can be our little secret." Maya put a finger over her mouth in a shushing pose, adding a wink for extra effect. Almost immediately, the weight was lifted off of Pearl's shoulders. Not only had Maya helped her when she was seconds away from an accident, but now she had a solution to the aftermath. Was nothing beyond her power? "You're so smart, Mystic Maya! That Mr. Nick is rubbing off on you!" Pearl's eyes practically sparkled in admiration. "Heh heh, I'm glad you think so!" The two pivoted a full turn back to where they came, heading straight for the river, ready to give their dirty clothes a good rinse. Walking side by side, it was easy for Pearl to lean in close to her cousin with a hug. "I'm glad you came back to the village, Mystic Maya." The embrace was soon returned, slowing their pace. "I'm glad too, Pearly. I like being around you. We're family, after all." "Can you promise me something, Mystic Maya? Can you promise not to leave?" "I won't abandon you, Pearly. I'll look after you, I promise that. I know this place gets lonely without family." Even with their supernatural abilities, spirit mediums of the Fey family had no way to read the future, so there was no telling what time would bring. The only things they could be sure of were that they would not be boring, and it would be faced together.
  19. I have a few of my own, but I want to see if I'm alone on this or not. So, if you have any, feel free to share them here! :)
  20. Ahlbi and Rayfa: Ace Holders Part 1 of 2 Ace Attorney: Spirit of Justice fanfiction by MasterXploder (Note: This story contains underaged wetting desperation and minor spoilers to AA: Spirit of Justice.) On the westernmost edge of the far east lied the Kingdom of Khura’in. Since its founding by the Holy Mother, this kingdom has thrived through the rule of its many queens and the devotion of its people. However, it has not been without its share of turmoil. For twenty-three years, the nation’s legal system lacked any defense attorneys due to a law that stipulated the attorneys would suffer the same punishment as their client should they be found guilty. Many innocent people were sentenced to death under these laws, and a fearsome rebel movement grew from the tragedy. But that all changed a few months ago, when a lawyer from the United States showed up and began defending clients with a passion the country had never seen before. Working together with both the rebels and members of the Khura’in royal family, he and his colleagues turned the entire kingdom upside-down and paved the way for a more fair system to grow. While much work still needed to be done, the towns were abuzz with a feeling of hope in the air for the first time in a long time. Indeed, the capital looked particularly vibrant this morning as Ahlbi Ur’gaid walked along the streets of a local bazaar. Seeing the people work and walk and talk with smiles on their faces always brought joy to the young monk-in-training. “Wow, look at everyone, Shah’do!” said Ahlbi to the dog resting atop his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many happy faces here. The Holy Mother must be smiling down on us today!” Shah’do responded with an energetic bark. Ahlbi chuckled. “You said it! Our kingdom is growing bigger than ever, and it needs our help. There’s no way I’m gonna sleep away a day like this. Come on, let’s get to work!” With determination in his eyes, Ahlbi took a step forward, but his stride immediately came to a stop there. His smile faded, and he leaned his head left and right while his fingers drew circles above him. “So… what should I do today?” he asked. It happened to be an observed holiday for the monks and royalty today, much like labor day in the U.S., so he had a lot of free time. Unfortunately, he had not seen anyone who looked like a tourist, so he couldn’t give them a tour and contribute to the Khura’inese economy. When it came down to it, giving tours was just about all he did when he wasn’t training. “Maybe it’s time I learned a new hobby. What do you think?” Ahlbi asked. Shah’do made a noise in his throat that was his way of saying “I dunno.” “Yeah, me neither.” While Ahlbi stood there and pondered his plans, his eyes drifted to one of the shops along the road. It was a gardening store with lots of pretty plants for sale, many of which were unique to Khura’in. The store-owner happened to be watering the plants on display outside. Seeing the water trickle out of the can and into the soil below made Ahlbi aware of a certain tingle below his stomach. “Oh, I guess I better take care of that first,” he remarked out loud. “Not as easy to think when you gotta go!” In truth, he was more than capable of ignoring his urge for a good while, but it provided a good way to put off his thinking for a moment. Maybe when I come back, there will be some tourists to meet, He thought. Ahlbi turned around and stepped towards the temple that was his home. “Oof!” ...but stopped short as he walked into someone. The person he bumped into jumped back, startling him back into paying attention to his surroundings. “Watch it!” yelled a female voice. “Oops, sorry! I didn’t mean to…” Ahlbi started, but his apology was cut short as he realized who he was talking to. The ceremonial dress, piercing blue eyes and facial markings could only belong to Rayfa Padma Khura’in, a very important person within the kingdom. “Y-your Eminence!” Ahlbi raised his hands and leaned back in shock. Rayfa put her hand to her mouth in surprise. “Oh! It’s you. The boy from the marketplace. It’s been some time since we last spoke,” she spoke. Ahlbi stood in reverence for a moment, but quickly remembered his manners. He bowed before the high priestess and closed his eyes, with Shah’do mimicking his movement. “Please, forgive me! I shouldn’t have bumped into you like that! I promise I’ll never do it again, please don’t punish me!” he said. To this, Rayfa chuckled without opening her mouth. “You may rise. You will not be punished, and I am in no mood for formalities anyway.” “Really? Thank you, Your Eminence!” Ahlbi said as he rose back up. “But, if you don’t mind me asking, why are you not in the mood? Is something wrong today?” “Thank you for your concern, young monk,” said Rayfa, “But it is only a trifling matter, one you need not trouble yourself with. Now if you’ll excuse me…” Rayfa turned around and started to walk away. “W-wait, Your Eminence!” Ahlbi leaned forward and shouted. To this, Rayfa stopped in her tracks. “Huh? What is it?” she asked, her back still turned to him. “Well, I know I’m just a kid, and a lowly monk besides” said Ahlbi, “But I know that it’s a monk’s duty not just to uphold the traditions of Khura’inism, but to also provide a comforting hand to those who need it, be they friend or stranger.” He put his hands together as if he was in prayer. “So please, Your Eminence, if there is nothing I can do to help, at least allow me to lend an ear to your problems so that I may fulfill my duty!” Rayfa stood motionless for a moment. Did I come on too strong,? Ahlbi wondered, but his worries fell away when Rayfa turned back and smiled at him. “It would seem the temple is training you well. I would be doing you a great disservice if I did not comply with your request. If that is what you wish, you may listen to my woes. It may help me if I were to vent them to someone, anyway,” said Rayfa. “Oh thank you so much!” said Ahlbi again. For a moment, it appeared as if his pupils had turned into stars. “Let’s see, how shall I put this?” Rayfa put a hand to her chin. “Since the end of the Defense Culpability Act, our kingdom has been undergoing a great amount of change. To ensure that change is only for the better of its citizens, I have been working with my family and the attorneys of the kingdom without rest.” “But that’s a good thing, right? Your work is making Khura’in better than it’s been in years,” said Ahlbi, with Shah’do following up with another bark. “Yes, and I accept my responsibilities as High Priestess with pride.” Rayfa looked down at the ground and scowled. “But even I need my beauty sleep. With today being a holiday for even the royal family, I was hoping to rest in my quarters all day, but mother had other plans for me.” “Really? What kind of plans?” asked Ahlbi. “Are they like super-secret missions to protect the kingdom from invaders?” Rayfa shook her head. “Nothing of the sort, sadly. Mother simply wants me to spend my day off outside the palace. Something to do with sampling the culture of our kingdom and getting to know its people on a personal level.” Ahlbi lifted his hands to do his thinking motions again. “So she just wants you to hang around town and talk to people? That sounds like my kind of day off!” He leaned back and put his arms behind his head, giving Rayfa a smile that showed his missing tooth. Rayfa sighed and said “It’s such a silly notion. I am Rayfa Padma Khura’in, High Priestess of the kingdom and destined to ascend to the throne when I have proven myself.” She flung her arm out in a dramatic fashion. “Am I not already the living embodiment of Khura’inese culture!?” Ahlbi found no words to reply with, so he just stared at Rayfa in awe of her display. “In any case,” Rayfa continued as she returned to a less dramatic pose, “I am forbidden from entering the palace until sundown. I shall have to find some way to keep me occupied until then.” She then looked straight at Ahlbi and asked “I don’t suppose you have any ideas of how I could pass the time?” “Something to do? Hmm…” Ahlbi stood and pondered for a few seconds. Suddenly, he leaned forward and shouted “Oh, I know!”, causing Rayfa to bring an arm up to her face in surprise. “You… you do!?” said Rayfa. “And what, pray tell, would that be?” she continued with hesitancy in her voice. “I could give you a tour of the capital!” said Ahlbi. “A…tour?” “Yeah, show you around all the landmarks and tell your about their history, plus all the smaller places and other cool stuff!” Ahlbi said all in one breath. Wisps of air visibly flared from his nostrils. “Tell me about their history?” Rayfa’s neutral expression lowered into a frown. “Do you mock me?” “M-mock you? How so?” asked Ahlbi. “Are you insinuating that I, the High Priestess, do not know the history of my own kingdom? That a mere child knows more than I do,?” Sshe said, gazing straight into him. “Ah, no!” Ahlbi quickly bowed his head again. “I-I didn’t mean it that way! It’s just that, um, giving tours is my favorite thing to do when I’m not training, and I’d love to try giving one to the royal family! Please don’t throw me in jail, Your Eminence! I’m too young to have a criminal record!” Rayfa’s brow relaxed as Ahlbi spoke, turning from a look of anger into confusion. “Your favorite thing, you say?” she spoke, closing her eyes. “Um, yes,” Ahlbi replied, opening one eye to look again. “I-I just thought that maybe you could have someone to talk to while you went around town, but we don’t have to if you already know all about it.” “Hmm…” Rayfa closed her eyes for a few seconds, then she opened them and turned her head upwards with a smirk. “Very well. I accept your offer.” “Wait, what?! You really mean it?” Ahlbi’s eyes opened in surprise. “If you have been giving tours to visitors like you claim, then we must be certain that what you say about our kingdom is nothing but the truth. Therefore, I shall personally see to it that you are not…” Rayfa rubbed her chin again. “How do they say it in the Americas? Speaking from outside one’s mule.” “Huh? What does that mean,?” asked Ahlbi. Rayfa shrugged. “I am not entirely certain myself. The American vernacular is a puzzling thing indeed, but no matter. Do you believe you are up to the task of providing an engaging and informative tour to a member of the Khura’in royal family?” “I’ll do my best!” Ahlbi said with a look of pure determination in his eyes. “C’mon, Shah’do! Let’s give the princess a good tour!” Shah’do barked and mimicked the same determined look as his owner. Rayfa giggled and said “Lead the way.” And so, the two of them set off on the tour, with Ahlbi leading the pack. His heart still fluttered in excitement at the prospect. Giving a tour to the one and only princess of Khura’in! He had to have been dreaming, but he certainly didn’t want to wake up if he was. Maybe I should pinch myself to check, he thought. Just then, he felt another signal coming from his bladder, making him frown in worry. Uh-oh, that might be a problem. He shook his head slightly to clear his mind, hoping that Rayfa didn’t see that. Nah, I can handle it. I’ve gone a while without using the bathroom while training, a tour should be nothing. Plus, how embarrassing would it be to tell the princess I need to go like a little kid? Ahlbi took a quick glance at the princess behind him. Rayfa was looking off to the side as they walked, as if lost in thought. I wonder what she could be thinking? Ahlbi thought. *** How could I forget to use the bathroom before I left the palace? Rayfa quietly grumbled to herself as they walked to their destination, doing her best to hide the slight stiffness in her steps. She could recount the morning’s exact events, but even then she still felt the need to question herself. What she had hoped would be a lazy morning in bed followed by watching the Plumed Punisher marathon was rudely interrupted by her mother waking her up and telling her of her plan. One heated argument later and she was dressed up and out the door, her brow still furrowed in anger. What is wrong with a princess spending a few extra hours asleep on a day where she is not expected to do anything, she remembered yelling to her mother. That thought stuck in her mind the entire time she was making herself presentable instead of more practical thoughts like “Perhaps I should relieve myself before leaving my quarters,” and she was quickly regretting it. There was the obvious solution of simply asking for a bathroom, but the mere thought of it made Rayfa shudder. She did not doubt the cleanliness of Khura’in’s citizens, but she was the princess of the kingdom, an icon of Khura’inism itself! She could never live it down if anyone even knew that she still had to do such things, least of all the boy she was walking with. She wasn’t going to like it, but holding it until sundown was the only solution that made sense to her. It was not that urgent anyway; learning to hold it for long periods of time was another perk of growing up as the High Priestess. Until then, she would have to find a good method of distracting herself. Maybe I should start by actually speaking with this boy, she thought. I agreed to let him take me on a tour, after all. “So then,” she started, prompting Ahlbi to turn to her as they walked, “Tell me more about these tours of yours.” “My tours? What do you want to know about them?” said Ahlbi. Rayfa put her hand to her chin. “Well, why tours? It is a rather… unconventional hobby for a monk to have.” “Huh? Oh yeah, some of my friends at the temple think it’s weird, too. They’re all into stuff like Kachu’demal and Wahch’ovami.” “Yes, those do sound like the things boys your age would be into,” said Rayfa. “I mean, I like them too,” continued Ahlbi, “But Khura’in has always been my favorite thing in the world. I love learning all the cool stuff about our country in my history class, and I really like talking about it. It kinda drives my friends nuts, though.” He added a nervous laugh. “Hmm, not everyone can appreciate our rich history. A shame, really,” said Rayfa, shaking her head. “Yeah, but it might be because they live here so they know all this stuff already, but the tourists don’t know all this stuff, so I can show and tell them all kinds of things. It’s so fun!” Ahlbi beamed as he spoke. “Fun? Is that really all there is to it?” asked Rayfa. What a curious boy, indeed. “No, there’s more to it.” At this, Ahlbi’s cheerful demeanor dropped into something more serious. “Khura’in is my home, and now that it’s going through all these big changes, it needs all the help it can get. I really wanna do my part to help out, and giving tours is the best way I know how.” “I see,” said Rayfa, “And how do these tours of yours provide benefit to Khura’in?” “Lots of different ways, Your Eminence! Tourism helps build good relationships with other countries, and it can inspire people to visit us more often, or even move here.” “This is true,” said Rayfa. “Yeah, and it makes good money, too!” Ahlbi smiled with his eyes shut. “M-Money?” Rayfa stopped in her tracks and glared. “Surely you are not exploiting tourists simply to line your own pockets? The Twilight Realm has a special section of hell devoted to swindlers, you know!” Ahlbi’s eyes filled with panic. “N-no, it’s not like that at all! I mean, I pocket some of it, sure, but I put almost all of it into charities and the local shops. It all goes back into the economy sooner or later!” The glare on Rayfa faded. “Really? That’s… very noble of you.” To this, Ahlbi blushed and put a hand behind his head. “Th-thank you, Your Eminence. I am hum-” “However,” Rayfa cut him off, “There is more to helping a kingdom grow than more people and money. The spirit of Khura’in must be preserved above all else as we go forward, and we can only accomplish this through properly educating our citizens and the tourists who visit. Your skills in tour-giving have yet to be evaluated in this regard. I must see it for myself first before we can say your actions are doing more good than harm.” “Um, right! I’ll try my hardest to not disappoint you!” Ahlbi took a look around him. “Oh, here we are! Our first stop!” “Oh?” Rayfa looked around her, realizing that she had not been paying attention to where they were walking the entire time. The two of them stood at the center of a park in the middle of the city. A large stone plaza laid before them, with a statue of different women wearing regal clothing facing inward at each corner. In the center was a bigger statue of two women standing back to back, one wearing a mask and wielding a dagger, and the other having an entirely blank face. “Interesting,” said Rayfa, “I must admit, I have not been to this part of the city very often.” She looked over at Ahlbi with her normal piercing stare and smirk. “Well, go ahead, tour guide. Tell me about this place.” “R-right. Allow me to explain!” Ahlbi walked in front of Rayfa and stood facing her like a tour guide would. “This is the Plah’zah Plaza, located in the center of the Park of the Founders. The statues around the corners are the first four reigning queens of Khura’in after the founder, and the Holy Mother and Lady Kee’ra themselves are depicted right in the center as a way of reminding their people that they and the queens after them are always watching over us.” Rayfa smiled at this. “A powerful gesture. I could think of nothing more reassuring than-” “This plaza was constructed thirty years ago,” continued Ahlbi, “Its main purpose is to allow another venue for the public to hold all kinds of events. Lots of important officials and monks have also held rallies here, like…” Whatever Ahlbi had to say for the next few minutes, Rayfa could not recall. All she could focus on was the anger welling up inside her. A young child rudely interrupting the high priestess? Surely, there must be some sort of law forbidding such a thing! She should give him the tongue-lashing he certainly deserves. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to say a single word. Somewhere in the back of her head was a voice telling her to not get worked up over it, to simply let it go and move on. I must be hanging around Nahyuta too much, thought Rayfa. Still, she had never quite felt this restraint before; it was only for this boy that brought it out. What is with this child? Is there some sort of blessing put upon him by the Holy Mother? Rayfa wondered. “...for the Plumed Punisher.” “Wait, what was that?” Rayfa snapped out of her thoughts and looked straight at Ahlbi. “Um,” Ahlbi’s eyes drifted away for a moment. “Like I said, this plaza was recently used to film a fight scene for a future episode of the Plumed Punisher.” Rayfa’s eyes opened up wide. “I-I was not told of this! You must divulge everything you know about this filming at once, tour guide!” She leaned forward as she spoke and looked Ahlbi right in the eyes. Ahlbi leaned back in surprise. “Wuh-what!? Um, well,” he looked down and frowned. “I don’t really know anything more than that. It was one of the few times the plaza was off-limits to the public.” “Oh…” Rayfa looked away. “I see. That’s rather disappointing.” “Yeah it is,” said Ahlbi. His suddenly lit up. “Wait, does this mean you’re a fan of the Plumed Punisher, too?” “W-What? Of course not!” Rayfa crossed her arms and turned her body away, a blush growing on her cheeks. “I, um, just like to stay informed on the, er, trends in the Khura’in community, that’s all!” “Really? Aww,” Ahlbi replied, “I had a lot of stuff I could have talked about there. For example, did you know they’re making a movie of her?” “A m-movie!?” Rayfa turned back to Ahlbi, but quickly regained her composure. “Um, I mean, I suppose it’s not that big of a leap from television to theaters.” “Yeah, and it’s gonna be a crossover movie.” Ahlbi beamed with excitement. “The Steel Samurai vs. The Plumed Punisher! Warriors from two different world collide! Who will triumph? In theaters next year! I can’t wait to see it!” Rayfa stood there for a moment before realizing that her mouth was hanging open. “Er, y-yes, as I said, I do not watch the Plumed Punisher.” Ahlbi looked down again. “Sorry about that. I got a little carried away with myself.” “That said, I have no doubt that the Plumed Punisher would surely prevail in such a battle.” Rayfa grinned and put her hands on her hips. “No one can hope to match the power of a warrior with the spirit of Khura’in on her side!” “That’s what I think, too!” Ahlbi laughed. Somehow, Rayfa found his laughter contagious, for she started letting out some giggles of her own. Perhaps spending my day with this child will not be as burdensome as I thought, she mused. But just then, she felt another signal from her bladder that tensed up her body and cut her laughter short. Eep! I best refrain from putting unnecessary strain on myself. “A-are you alright, Your Eminence,” asked Ahlbi. Did my face betray me again? “Yes, I am fine,” Rayfa said with as her face returned to a frown. “And we are getting off-track from our tour. I believe we should move on from this park and explore the other landmarks.” “Aw, are you sure? I haven’t even started talking about all the different queens and their histories,” said Ahlbi. “I think we can conclude your knowledge of this area is sound enough. I would like to see if you just as knowledgeable at the other landmarks,” said Rayfa. That, and walking will help alleviate the pressure. “Oh, gotcha!” Ahlbi nodded and turned to walk in a different direction. “If you’ll follow me, we can continue our tour of Khura’in!” “I look forward to it,” replied Rayfa as she followed after him. Part 2 coming soon (How do these stories keep getting longer? D: )
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