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  1. An Enduring Rivalry Part 1: A Most Unusual Contest Xenoblade Chronicles 2: Torna ~ The Golden Country fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to DerivativeWings and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Note: This story runs parallel to another story which focused on underaged male desperation. It is not required reading for this one, however.) The life of a Jewel of Mor Ardain was a tough and busy one. As the emperor’s personal bodyguards, they were trusted with carrying out the most crucial of tasks, with nary a moment for rest. Brighid had never been daunted by the enormity of her duty. No matter what the hardship, she would gladly endure it for the better of her Driver and empire. That did not mean she would enjoy said hardships, however. Her current mission was to assist Prince Addam of Torna in his preparations for an eventual battle against Malos, the Aegis threatening to destroy all of Alrest. His Majesty, Emperor Hugo, was unfortunately occupied with matters on another titan, so she could not be at his side as she would prefer. So here she was at the Aletta region of Torna, with the rest of the militia camping on the grounds of Addam’s villa, more or less on her own. It wasn’t what she had in mind in terms of serving Mor Ardain, but she knew the only thing to do was get through it. But before she could help anyone, she needed to perform a certain morning ritual first. Stepping into a tall but narrow tent, Brighid looked down at the lone black pot in the center. It looked freshly cleaned and unused since last night, without any scent of waste in the air. With Addam’s manor full to the brim with sick, injured, and civilians, the bathrooms within were inaccessible, so this was as good as she could hope for at this moment. Taking one last glance behind her to make sure the tent flap was closed, she stepped over the pot. Brighid then reached under the skin-colored covering at her groin and pulled down a pair of royal blue undergarments as she squatted down, careful to only hover over the lip. A small moment went by as Brighid got comfortable enough to let go. A light, pale trickle fell into the pot, first as scattered drops, then growing into a respectable stream. The sound of water lightly hitting metal reached Brighid’s ears, and she sighed as she made peace with what she was doing. She could never guess what the day would bring, but at least she had this small moment of respite. Until she heard a tent flap fly open, that is. Brighid perked up, fearful for a moment that it was her tent that was being barged into. She quickly realized it was not hers, but the tent next to her, made for a similar purpose. The sound was followed with a soft shuffling of clothes, and Brighid knew what would come next, so she tried to shift her focus elsewhere. There was no escaping the next noise, however: A powerful splatter, like a small waterfall crashing into metal, combined with a hiss like a water faucet turned on full blast. Stuck as she was until her business concluded, Brighid could only shake her head. She knew that people sometimes couldn’t help how their bodies relieved themselves, but she still had to wonder who was capable of a stream like that. She got her answer in the form of a long moan, one that conveyed both the woman’s relief and her irritation at having to do so in the first place. It could have only belonged to one person she knew, though she wasn’t thrilled to have their acquaintance. Fortunately for Brighid, she felt her stream petering to a stop, with just a little wetness remaining. She placed her hand over that region and channeled a small blue flame, evaporating the drips within seconds while leaving her body unharmed. Now she could leave before having to hear anymore of that nonsense. But as she stepped out of the tent and into the morning sunlight, Brighid had another thought. To be so immodest with such a personal matter as urination was not something she could just let go, especially not with an Aegis. No, that woman deserved to be called out for her crassness. Waiting with crossed arms, Brighid stood outside the tent until the hissing and moaning came to a stop. A minute later, the tent opened, and out stepped Mythra, stretching her arms and neck with a smile. She certainly looks pleased with herself, thought Brighid. Eventually, Mythra opened her eyes and noticed the person who would be staring daggers at her if not for their closed eyes. “Uh, what’s your deal? Haven’t had your morning tea yet?” she asked. “I assure you, it is not my morning rituals I am upset with, but yours,” said Brighid, “Simply put, I am appalled by your lack of discretion with your restroom etiquette.” “My what, now?” Mythra raised an eyebrow at first, but then both eyes shot open as it dawned on her. “Wait, were you listening to me just now? That’s super creepy!” “How could I not? I’d be surprised if you didn’t wake the entire camp with that performance.” Brighid shook her head. “I can only hope your battle style does not extend to your urination.” “And what’s that supposed to mean?” asked Mythra, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. Brighid spoke unflinchingly. “Wild and chaotic, unleashing your golden might everywhere without any thought for what you leave behind for others.” Mythra’s eyes shot up again, and her cheeks gained a hint of red. “E-Excuse me!?” She stammered. As expected, I have the high ground in this exchange. “Did I stutter?” asked Brighid. But rather than back down, Mythra collected herself and stared Brighid in the eyelids. “Okay, if you’re gonna be on your high horse, at least make it about something you’re not guilty of as well.” Brighid cocked an eyebrow, the only crack in her visage. “Oh? What are you implying?” “Don’t play coy.” Mythra gained a grin like she had already won the fight. “I’ve heard you handle your business late at night, when you think you’re alone. You let out this sigh like you’ve just stepped into a hot bath, and FYI, you’re just as noisy down there.” “I… what?” Brighid raised a hand to her face out of shock. Someone actually heard one of her late night excursions? She was not prepared to be put on the defensive in this discussion. She needed to regain her momentum. “Even if that’s true, I at least have the courtesy to try and restrain such noises when I must use the public facilities.” “Maybe, but if you were bursting to go, I bet you’d be just as vocal about it.” Mythra raised a finger. “And speaking of, I’d start watching how much you drink if I were you.” “And why would I do that?” There was that annoying smirk again. “Because I’ve also seen how you are just before we stop for a breather. That tenseness in your face, the little shift in your leg; you try and hide it, but you may as well be doing a full potty dance, honestly.” Another unanticipated riposte. Brighid was quickly learning that Mythra was powerful with her words, if not tactful. “Better that I try to keep myself composed than to loudly complain about it like a certain Blade I know. With how vocal you’ve been, I have to wonder if your bladder is as childish as your attitude.” “Bigger than yours, at least.” Mythra pouted for a moment, but then her eyes lit up and mouth curled up into a mischievous grin. “Actually, I have an idea.” “That would be a first for you,” said Brighid. A childish remark, admittedly, but she needed to mask her growing apprehension somehow. “You think you’re better at keeping it in than me? Then what do you say to a little contest?” asked Mythra. “A contest? What do you mean?” “Easy. First one to pee loses.” A raised eyebrow was the only visual cue that gave away Brighid’s shock. “You can’t be serious. Why in Alrest would I ever agree to a ridiculous wager like that?” “If you’re so dead-set on proving how much better you are than me, then here’s your chance. Architect knows you can’t prove it in our spars,” said Mythra with a particularly smug face. “I believe I have demonstrated that I’m more than a match for you.” “Sure, if that’s what you want to believe...” Mythra crossed her arms. “But how about this? If you win and I end up peeing first, I’ll start taking your nagging more seriously.” As sound as that proposal was, Brighid knew there had to be a catch of some kind. “And if I’m the one who urinates first?” “Then you have to get off my case about… everything, pretty much. Now, do you accept, or are you just all talk like usual?” Brighid’s first instinct was to decline this wager without a second thought. She was a Jewel of Mor Ardain, how could she even think of participating in such a crass contest? On the other hand, looking at Mythra continuing to act superior gave her cause to think otherwise. Much as she was loathe to admit, the Aegis had a way of getting under Brighid’s skin like no one else. Introducing her to a little humility might help show her the error of her ways. If nothing else, it would help make their mission to defeat Malos a good deal more tolerable. “Very well, I accept your wager,” she declared, “For my and Mor Ardain’s pride, I will prove my endurance is greater than yours.” Mythra widened her eyes. “Really, now? Gotta admit, I thought you’d be too much of a prude to accept.” “However…” Brighid raised a finger. “I expect an honest competition. Don’t even think about cheating. I’ll be keeping a close eye on you today.” “Likewise,” said Mythra, leaning forward. “But I won’t need to cheat for this. You’ll have soaked your panties long before I need to tinkle.” “I wouldn’t be so sure of that.” Brighid leaned forward, furrowing her brow. Time seemed to slow as the ladies stared daggers into each other’s eyes, both full of determination to put the other in their place. Even this turned into a contest of sorts, with neither girl wanting to turn away first, as if this would determine who would ultimately prevail. But then they both gasped as they realized something: with them both leaning in, a certain part of their torso’s were only a hair’s breadth from touching. At once, Brighid and Mythra turned around, crossing their arms over their chests. Brighid felt an unwanted warmth coming over her cheeks, and she imagined Mythra was likely the same way. “W-Well, I’m going to get breakfast,” said Mythra, her voice lacking its usual haughtiness. “And I will... freshen up for the day,” said Brighid. “I would choose your drink carefully, if I were you.” “Right back at you.” With that, the ladies stepped away from the latrines in opposite directions. As she rounded the corner, the reality of what Brighid had just agreed to sank in. A contest about which lady could hold their urine longer? She could never have imagined taking on such a wager, least of all with a fabled Aegis. Hugo and Aegaeon would certainly frown on her spur-of-the-moment decision. Still, she was not about to turn around and call it off. The gauntlet had been thrown down; backing out now would wound not just her pride, but all of her empire’s as well. Glancing forward with a fist raised in determination, Brighid swore to herself that she would prevail on her honor as Jewel of Mor Ardain. Was there any reason for her to be happy today? Mythra mulled this question over in her head as the day had dragged on, but couldn’t find a single answer. It was like the world was conspiring against her or something, from Milton being a particularly obnoxious brat to the sheer tedium that was the party’s main task today. Rooting around in the weeds of the Aletta region’s fields to find food was possibly the most mind-numbingly dull thing she had done since being awoken by Addam three years ago. Sure, it was occasionally broken up with hunting a beast for its meat, but the brain-dead monsters in the area would go down without a fight. Worst of all, there was little to distract her from how much she needed to pee right now. Mythra’s frown tightened as she kept walking with the rest of the group. At this point, she was starting to wonder if her wager with Brighid was a good idea. It definitely seemed like one at first; a chance to shut Brighid up for once, maybe even teach her some humility. It’s hard to be on a high horse when you’re dancing in place with your hands on your groin. Seeing the high and mighty Blade like that would make this whole trip to Torna absolutely worth it. She definitely wasn’t thinking about how much of a pain it would be to hold it in herself. The morning hours had long passed, and her bladder had plenty of time to fill back up. An uncomfortable pressure steadily growing inside her was the last thing she needed today, but here she was, keeping her walk as steady as she could and her mouth shut as much as possible. She wasn’t about to give Brighid the satisfaction of seeing her in any sort of distress. Speaking of, she had better check on her opponent. Mythra looked around the group for the blue Blade. There was Lora and Haze chatting with each other, Addam leading the march, Jin looking stoic as always, and Mikhail and Milton, the two kids tagging along behind everyone else. She found Brighid walking ahead of her, a little distant from the group, and mustered her laser focus, inspecting her every movement as she moved without a clue. Her hips swayed with the same fussy elegance as usual, but the slight squirming and twitching, telltale signs of hidden desperation, were absent. Either Brighid’s bladder was far stronger than she had previously let on, or she had discreetly peed somewhere when Mythra wasn’t paying attention. Considering how closely she had kept an eye on her for most of the morning, that was highly unlikely. Ooh, but if she did… Mythra shook her head. Even in the middle of nowhere, she had better things to do than stare at a Blade’s behind all day. If she wanted to get back to the camp and put her feet up for awhile, she needed to keep an eye out for whatever weeds they considered food out here. That way, she could at least hold herself with some form of leisure. “Wait, look over there!” Lora’s voice brought the group to a stop, everyone turning to where she pointed. Just a ways off were a set of the ugliest birdlike creatures Mythra had ever seen, all of them trying to pull a set of large, rectangular boxes along the ground. “Are those tirkin?” asked Haze. Brighid put a hand to her chin. “It would seem so, but what could they be pulling?” Prince Addam squinted a bit, his confident smile turning into a frown. “Why, those cheeky little buzzards! They’re stealing supplies from the camp!” “Oh dear, we can’t let them get away with that!” said Lora. Ugh, more fighting, thought Mythra as she saw Lora winding her braid around her fists. If only this had happened a couple hours ago when she wasn’t weighed down by so much urine, then she could’ve had some fun with these vultures. For now, she would just have to take the easier, boring approach. “Want me to call a beam down on them?” she asked, already channeling ether into her circlet, giving it a green glow. “I’m sure nobody would mind a few less oversized birds in the world.” “And vaporize the supplies while you’re at it?” came Brighid’s buzzkill of a reply. “We’re trying to get more supplies for the militia, not less.” Spoilsport. “Just a suggestion,” said Mythra as the glow died down. Of course, it couldn’t be that easy. “We’ll deal with them in the usual manner,” said Jin, stepping forward and pulling out his nodachi. “Agreed,” came Addam, who also unsheathed his sword. He looked behind to Mikhail and Milton and said, “Wait right here, boys. This will only be a moment.” “Y-Yes sir, Mister Addam, sir!” said Milton in a voice different from his usual plucky self. What’s his deal? Ugh, nevermind. Mythra let her pout show as they all charged at the tirkins, ready for battle. Luckily for them, the monsters were so busy bickering at each other that they failed to notice the team bearing done on them until it was too late. Sure, they had weapons and angry tempers, but that would do little against a team of trained and powerful warriors. But their chances of victory were not Mythra’s real concern. The moment she pulled her sword out, her bladder sent off another unpleasant signal, as if to protest against the many motions sure to follow. She grit her teeth and held her blade tighter than before to try and stay focused. If she had to fight on a full bladder, at least she would have something to take her frustration out on. As expected, the battle was over almost as quickly as it started. All it took was a couple of their friends to get cut down before the rest of the tirkins shrieked and turned tail, fleeing without any of the supplies. If not for all the pee stifling her speed, Mythra would’ve considered giving chase and making sure they couldn’t pull this stunt again. Instead, she sighed and put her sword away. With that distraction dealt with, maybe they could get back to whatever else needed doing. “Reeee!” “Aah, run!” Everybody looked with wide eyes in the direction of the voices. “Boys!?” Addam cried out. Crap, did those birds find them? thought Mythra. “Jin! Haze!” shouted Lora, wasting no time in rushing towards a small rock wall nearby with her Blades right behind her. “Mythra, Brighid!” said Addam. “On it!” Mythra didn’t need to hear the rest. She ran off at full speed, with Addam and Brighid following right behind her. Those kids might be annoying brats, but if those monsters laid a single talon on them… She didn’t even need to worry. By the time she rounded the corner, the tirkin were already beating a quick retreat, with Jin standing guard while Lora and Haze turned to the boys. It was enough to make Mythra loosen the grip on her weapon, though the frown remained. “Are you alright?” Lora asked as Haze kneeled down. “Y-Yeah, we’re fine,” said Mikhail. You say that, but… thought Mythra as she looked at the slight squirm in his body, something that was also present in Milton. “I’m glad to hear that.” Addam stepped forward and crossed his arms. “But what were you doing all the way over here? I thought I told you to wait back behind us.” “Um, a-about that, Mister Addam,” Milton started without any of the rambunctious confidence Mythra had grown to dislike. “We were just, er, I mean, it w-was a long day and, uh, I thought we could j-just-” “We gotta pee!” In that moment, the pressure in Mythra’s bladder seemed to double. She had to stop herself from sending a hand to her groin as both Mikhail and Milton went into potty dances themselves, instead tightening the muscles all around her groin as the sympathy pangs grew sharper. She didn’t even listen to Milton’s stammering explanation of why they didn’t pee earlier, probably some dumb boy thing that she didn’t need to hear about right now. “Right, say no more!” Addam put his hands up and turned around to the rest. “Come, let’s give the boys some privacy, and quick!” Don’t even have to ask, thought Mythra, already marching off at a quick pace. She was one of the first to round the corner of the wall, hoping to be spared from the sound of nature in progress. She’d have to give the boys a peace of her mind the next chance she got. But right now, she needed something to distract herself from all the thoughts of peeing. Looking around, her gaze fell back on Brighid, and that’s when she finally noticed it. That slight bounce to the leg, and the faint nibble of her lip. She had been careful to hide it so far, but it seemed that seeing the boys in a similar distress was enough to make a crack in her facade. A smirk formed on Mythra’s face. She had a plan. “Doing alright there?” she asked as she walked up to Brighid. At once, Brighid perked up and turned to her. “Nothing that a good book and hot bath cannot fix.” Mythra couldn’t hide her grin even if she wanted to. “You sure about that? You’re looking a little tense there, like there’s something you really need to let out.” “Did I not say something about expecting a fair match between us?” said Brighid, crossing her arms. “Hey, I’ve been keeping my end of the deal. Not a single drop, see?” Without a bit of shame, Mythra lifted the front of her dress the few centimeters needed to make her pristine white panties visible. Brighid’s nose wrinkled a bit at the sight, but Mythra had to keep the pressure on. “And I get the feeling I don’t have to check with you.” “That was unnecessary,” Brighid flatly responded. “What, you can’t even stand the sight of another girl’s underwear?” said Mythra, putting her dress back down. “I meant that I did not need to see them to know of your growing plight. I already deduced that beforehand.” “Really now?” said Mythra, “But I haven’t made a peep about it, something you were getting onto me about, remember?” To this, Brighid put a hand near her face, and Mythra felt a slight sense of apprehension as the blue Blade spoke. “Yet your body has done all the speaking for you. I had kept an eye on you during that last battle. Your swings were sloppier than usual, and your movement was rushed, as if you just wanted that fight over with as soon as possible. I fully understand now why you wanted to call that beam down and avoid the fight altogether.” “O-Oh yeah?” Mythra put her hands on her hips. “Maybe I just didn’t feel like wasting my time on those eyesores of monsters. You ever think of that?” “Considering how much you revel in proving your might, I find that rather doubtful.” Mythra grit her teeth, the only sign of her growing anger. She wanted nothing more than to chew out this glorified walking candle of a woman, but there was a part of her that wasn’t on board with that. For all she knew, she would be playing right into Brighid’s hands if she lost her temper now. She had to bite her tongue for now, just like she had to keep her groin muscles clamped shut. “Hmph, believe what you want,” she replied, looking away with a pout. “It won’t change who wins, anyway.” “Perhaps you’re right.” Brighid glanced past Mythra’s unyielding pout. “Hmm, looks like the boys have finished. We had best regroup.” Mythra turned around and saw that not only was Brighid correct, but she was already walking past her to the rest of the team. She watched Brighid strut away with a little more relaxed, if still the tiniest bit of tense, walk, feeling her glare getting stronger. Mythra had to admit, Brighid was not going down as easily as she expected. Still, there was no way she was giving up now, even with her bladder practically begging for release. This contest was far from over, and she would come out on top no matter how full she got. Feeling more determined than ever, Mythra rejoined the rest as the boys were talking, probably apologizing for their stunt. The only part she caught was Addam saying he was looking forward to their cooking, like a pair of runts could outdo her in the kitchen somehow. “Great,” she said, getting everyone’s attention, “So now that we’re done here, can we please get back to finding all this junk?” “Actually, I have a better idea,” said Addam, “I think we’ve earned ourselves a little rest first. Take some time to snack, catch your breath, or do whatever else you need to.” Mythra opened her mouth, but Haze beat her. “With pleasure!” she declared, wrapping her arms around Lora’s arm, making the redhead blush. “Er, right,” said Lora, “We’ll just… be over there somewhere if anyone needs us. Would you mind coming with us, Brighid? We’ll need a lookout for… reasons.” Though her face seemed stoic, Mythra noticed the smallest of twitches on Brighid’s eyelid. “If… I must,” she replied, following behind the other ladies. Mythra wanted to imagine the barrage of suggestive sounds Brighid was about to be subjected to, but thinking of it only caused the pressure in her bladder to grow stronger, and there was no enjoyment to be had. “Fine, but everybody better hurry it up!” she said as she turned and walked away. She heard Milton asking something to the others, but she didn’t care to find out what. Winning this contest was the only thing that mattered right now, and she had a feeling she would need all of her strength to pull it off, or at least a lot of squirming and holding when no one was looking. (A/N: To be continued... in 2019! Happy Holidays, everyone!)