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Observer Lead: Higgins Marshlax Planet: Fluffball (Moon of the Capital and really really fluffy.) Species: Human Name: Nikki Age: 27 This is or was suppose to be a simple interview about our client and agent time together while going through the partnership program but she was a interesting character so i recorded this for the record. Nikki is a female about 5'7" and weight she did not was to say but we caught her at 129. She's 27 and birthday was a few days ago on her world, Despite being well monored and very professional on Earth in her office job, she had..... how to put it? A certain hobby, one of which isn't what our agent nor the scouts noticed about her in the beginning. Ill play what i mean now in this audio recording. Higgins: Ok soo.. this.. thing you enjoy. Is it.. is it normal. Nikki: *shakes her head* No is more of a fetish and private hobby to just do it if there is a chance. Higgins: A chance. Like when? Nikki: Most of the time at home. Since i live alone its easy and no one ever notice, plus living higher up means no one can see me in my fenced off backyard doing it. Kinda exciting knowing my neighbors are just on the other side working his garden and i just wait and wait.. holding it until... Higgins: Untill you pee? So with in the boundary of your home and walls your feel comfortable and joy doing that? Nikki: Yes and no. Higgins: *writing on the clipboard* Nikki: Comfortable and joy maybe, but not the excitement and pleasure i seek. You see. Because of my positions in my workplace i can 100% do what i want. i have to look good infront of others and those below and above me. One slip up or make the company look back and i might get axed. Higgins: *lower the clip board* Human culture is so barbaric. Nikki: No no, its a way of saying ill get fired. Higgins: Uhh... That's still barbaric. Ah wait i see.. umm.. you mean fired with a projectile? Because if they set you on fire then... that would be barbaric. Nikki: No. Ill lose the job or get demoted. Higgins: *Writes on the clipboard* Hmm... So your still alive after that yes? Nikki: Yes.... Higgins: *nods* Ok. *finish writing and lower the clipboard* So what is it you'd like to do? Nikki: Uhh.. well... umm... just.... Higgins: Would you like a drink? Nikki: Oh yes. i can feel my mouth drying. Higgins: *nods and tap on a tablet next to the chair* You are familiar with Plush Empire Entertainment yes? Nikki: Yes, they are.... *seems to think, maybe studied for anything possible for this interview* .... The mega corp of the empire. They pretty much run the industry and productions of majority of what the Plush empire needs or wants. Kinda like Amazon if they made everything inhouse when your ordered it. Higgins: Correct. They however leave the farming and agriculture to the Snugglekins. They handle the meaty and leafy stuff while we handle the fruits and herbs. Nikki: Wouldn't herbs be considered the "leafy stuff?" Higgins: *Wave hand dismissively* No, point is was make the drinks they make the foods. Nikki: Umm... At this point i had to see about her, the drink came in by one of the assistances and given to Nikki, It wasn't strong but our time should be long enough. She seems to want to get a ticket to the capital so best continue to see what more i can get from her before the effects. Nikki: looking at the juice* This is tea. Higgins: Juice. Tea looks like... well its not that color. Nikki: *Sips* Nope its tea. Literal green colored tea. Pretty good to. Higgins: Hmm, well good. Call it what you may, lets get back to the question. What is it you want to do that you cant with this umm.. feetish? Nikki: Fetish. Well i cant do that publicly without getting caught. you see there's this site.. well a bunch of them but i frequent one. i watch videos and stuff and seeing people doing it is like... Higgins: A site for this? on the Human Webs? Go on. Nikki: Well.... I figure some things they do are scripted and stuff for the video and sometimes it looks... to good and real. genuine. I want to see how it feels or feel how it feel without the... worry or embarrassment. Ok maybe with the embarrassment but.. not risking my job. Higgins: This was mentioned to your partner. She said your told her a history about hat you have done. Nikki: Well she got curious like you. I figure this is more of a reason why ime here then just being able to see another world. Higgins: Well there is some interests in it. Im curious if you mean what you way. Give me an example. Nikki: Like what telling you about my first accidents in elementary. i was a kid and it was just and accident. That is long washed away. not like the feeling now. Higgins: What about the car ride from home? You told your partner your had to pull over on the side of the road to go. That's public. Nikki: I was doing a errand and couldn't change my clothes if i had wet my self then. i was damn near close to but luckily i got over. Higgins: You want to wet yourself but you dont want to do it if it risk your job. What about when your not working? Nikki: Either being lazy at home or dragged around with friends. However one of them both knows and share my likeness of this thing. Sooo there is that. Higgins: She had an agent too yes? Nikki: No, she don't have... childish toys but.. other toys. Higgins: What like a plastic one? dolls? Nikki: Umm... its.. well.... not appropriate. Higgins: Hmm.. sticking professional. Your skirting around things but... i rather not waste time trying to learn humans toys. If she is interesting then we will send a scout to observe her as well. Nikki: What made me so interesting if this is what catches your attention? Higgins: Nothing about you actually. We seek anyone who is willing to snuggle us. How we gain information of everything is by close proximity and partners. Like most life. they seek a friend. Cant learn cultures and about the life we observe from just looking though a spyglass. But for you. just seeing your life was help full. We figured you needed assistance so thats why we sent an agent to integrate into your life and relieve stress. Nikki: By integrate you mean nearly kill me. Higgins: Your still healthy? I'm sure she only used class 2 items during he stay with you. Nikki: No i mean when i found her she was just like any old stuff animal you find in a store. I was just looking for a gift for my sister and wanted to make sure it was soft enough since she liked to hug her old bear and once i did your agent started talking and moving. Higgins: It was your love that brought her to life. Nikki: Ok i'm calling bullshit, Firstly if someone was brought to life by love then grabbing at ones breast is a odd way of showing it. Higgins: Hmm... that shell is starting to crack. Nikki: *sits back* No just me giving a reason why i threw her across the store. before having to buy her and the 7 others i knocked down. Speaking of which, am i getting compensation for that? Higgins: I believe destruction of property is what humans call. "You break it, You buy it". Nikki. Bah, It was the body of your agent that did the destruction. *fold her arms and shifts a little* Higgins: *writes on the clipboard* Ill put in a not about what to do about it but likely no. About the things you've seen on this special site. Nikki: I mean. Just some art and videos that interested me. I mean, some things are good, some are bad, and some are just pure gold. Guess its fitting for what it's about. Higgins: Hm... And video all they have? Nikki: No. They have pictures, clips from shows that had these things happen. Surprised about some of the older ones. Guess it was a thing that early on. Then there are games and visual novels. I would say it is consider a game as well but... i wont debate it. This was good information but... i wanted more. We have encounter others on such sites but never got a human to talk about it. To be honest, i was curious if any could compete with PEE stuff. But of course not. She talked abit so ill just skip some... and it was here where we get to the candy of this cotton pin. Nikki: *Squirming some* Soo umm... how long will this be till i know im going to the homeworld. My partner wouldn't stop talking about everything they have there. From the amazing real VR sims and the paradise habitats would make for a well deserved vacation. Higgins: You how long interview can be. I'm not sure gotta be sure about you wont try to steal Plush technology or what ever. There's a lot that you will learn and see hen you travel there. Not only humans are there Nikki: Well can we at least take a break? Higgins: You only get one. *writing* Are you allergic to anything? Nikki: Umm... last i checked only bees. But i'd like to take that bre- Higgins: Can you contribute to science in any way with knowledge or ideas? Nikki: No, bit i just need to g- Higgins: Are you likely to get homesick if Plush Empire had to lockdown transit space back to your home world? Nikki: Wait what? Why would... no no i must.. * starts to stand* Higgins: *Looks up at Nikki* We are not done. leaving the interview so soon would forfeit your ticket. Nikki: No. i'm not leaving i was just gonna- Higgins: Please sit and answers all questions to the best of your ability. Nikki: Uhh... yes. *sits back down, holding the edge of her seat* My clear interview training paid off as usual. Dangle a treat and they will stay for it, no matter the pressing matters presented. Now the timer is set and the juice is well active. Just gotta focus and keep her talking without saying what she wants more and i don't have to stop. Maybe telling her so soon she could have a break was to soon but whats done is done and i will see that a golden ticket is made from this interview. Nikki: If i knew how to fly a plane i wouldn't be doing office work. Higgins: Well on the contrary many know how to fly a small ship through space every cycle, bearly any are in the navy or explorers. Earth lack progressive advancement into upper levels of transporting. Nikki: No we ride passenger while someone else fly us. saves on air space and fuel. Higgins: That seems rather dangerous. Nikki: Yes but its gotten safe. Besides, at our state if we did provide everyone with some kind of flying vehicle, then we might pollute the air faster and even make a car... air accident worse as the pieces would just fall onto anyone not watching below. And air traffic controllers would have a hell of a job managing all that. they might just be flying traffic lights if the passage isnt some highway like deal. Higgins: Ahh see you have some insight you can give on issues of your people. But here's something. why don't Humans live underwater if you have the technology? Nikki: Umm... well... we just don't. Maybe the need to live in an extreme environment isn't worth the venture and time. Higgins: But you humans plan to go to the red planet in your system. How is that less extreme then living underwater on your world? We seen that turn the.. *chuckles* Turn the tide for some civilizations. Where they build strong habitats and found rare resources only assessable under the water. What about the Earth's moon? Nikki: *Squirms at the word "tide"* Your pointing out the obvious but i'm not in the positions to make any augments. Only those in power and money can make the decisions. Hey can i please ste- Higgins: So your saying the world doesn't just vote one what they want or hope for from their leaders? Nikki: *Sighs and cross one leg over the other* No we are not all as one. On my side of the world yes we vote for the leader, but most of the time its blank promises or they forgot. its commonly expected not just from the leader but even just someone lower then that. At the lowest. Higgins: You said on your side of the world. What is the others like? Nikki: What kind of rule is the Plush Empire? Higgins: Many as well. But at the top is ruled by the Prime Arch and Goddess. Nikki: Right Plush are deeply religions and praise The Great Snuggles. Higgins: In the end, we get one last hug. Don't all creatures, nuzzle, snuggle, cuddle, embraces, or just be close to something they care about when ending the day or well.. Hmm.. your sleep next to your phone. that's an example. Nikki: Its so i can wake up when the alarm goes off or phone call. Higgins: Yes but its always with you, a lot of humans have it and cant be apart from it unless forced away or practice to part away. My point is, All life is attached to something. Plush are a social and symbiotic creature. We are sneaky and invade words under the cover as simple dolls or animal native to the planet or time. doesn't take much gene tailoring to change us. We mold easy once we find a new look that appeals to the sentient native life. Nikki: So Plush look like most Earth stuffed toys. Are we a favorite or something? Higgins: No, humanoids tend to have similar life and animals. Nothing to absurd that make it hard for Plush to change with. Nikki: Hmm.. what if humans preferred human like stuffed dolls? Higgins: It was tested. We tried disguising our agents as children grown from a resilient vegetable and... it preform lest then expected. some or most of Humanity seems to step back from.. the words.. uncanny. if it looks to real hen it must be a threat. Primal instincts maybe. Nikki: Well your not wrong there. *Switch legs with one hand at her lap, sipping some juice as her mouth feels dry* If i did get the ticket and live for a few days on your homeworld. What would i be? like an ambassador or VIP? Higgins: Resident. Full citizenship is for Plush and Snugglekin. Mostly Plush as we run most of the empire. Nikki: And what benefits does a resident get? Higgins: To live under Plush Empire. *Tilt his head* Like you said. you seek a vacation away from your homeworld. Sooooo your shouldn't be expecting royal treatment right? Nikki: Well.... Higgins: How about a golden toilet? Nikki. *eyes widen* I need to- Higgins: I mean its not that expensive as gold is plentiful so guess you have a say in most things youd like for your vacation. Nikki: Well id like to- Higgins: Ooooo, maybe a paradise world would be better once you get accustomed. Nikki: Wait will you let me speak. Higgins: Sure. what would you like to say? Nikki: Thank you. Look i really really need to- Higgins: PEE. Nikki: *Squirms at his words* Yes that. Higgins: Ahh you wanna go for the PEE ticket? Nikki: Nnnn... what ever you say just let me go. Higgins: Are you sure? Going to PEE going to let a lot out of you and you might keep going and forget about me once you start. Nikki: Trying to forget about a lot of things right now just to hold it back. *both hands now at the lap*. Higgins: You could go with PEE now.. but i prefer you stay and talk this over. Going to PEE is a big deal and some need help just going and see if that can do it. Your an adualt and i'm sure you can go to PEE after this all by yourself. Nikki: * Enduring the barrage of him saying pee so much* Nnnn... i need to go now. where is it? Higgins: *Sighs* Are you sure? Nikki: I'm bursting at this point that's how sure i am. Higgins: Alright. Plush Empire Entertainment building is.. well you have to go through the lobby first then catch a taxi to their corporat- Nikki: *eyes wide* Wait no i meant i need to friggin pee. Higgins: Hmm? So you don't want to join the Mega Corp? I mean i wouldn't wait for such a opportunity. Nikki: Please, i don't need that. i need to pee like... like... *stand up* Where the bathroom? Higgins: *Blinks* Out the door and go right... or is i left.. do you pee from your limbs, eyes... feet, or.. Nikki: *Hand burried at her skirt* I'm about to pee on this floor if you say it again. Higgins: *looking at her hand* Ahh that area. Upstairs and defiantly to the right, your cant miss the sign for it. Nikki: *nods* Ill be back. *rush the door and out* My, she could move at her level of an urge. i watched from the tablet and she had to run past 5 rums before reaching the stairs. If only she walked the effects would still be slow, the more she moved the worse it was getting, patience is important. She started up the stairs strong but slowly slowed down towards the last few steps up. Her legs started to shack and the front of her slim skirt was lifted for her hand to hold between her legs. as a few Plush walked by they witness a few drops fall onto the floor and down one of the stockings of her legs, but she held strong and recovered as she mangaged to keep moving. The Push that saw that followed, not shying away away from a live show. She saw the sign for a human with hands at the crotch meaning it must have been it and she ran and jogged before waddling as more drips are spotted on the floor, I believe she's at the 4th level of desperation which is just leakage. but its such a short level before the 5th. She got to the door and opened it only to find out it was the incorrect bathroom as this one was for rocks that hand to go and the sign was actually showing the person holding a rock, not crotch. This revelation and shock caused her to step back as the gage on my tablet didn't even reach level 5. She just... let go and went in front of the onlookers watching and recording. And you know what. she had a relieved smile on her face too. After that she was cleaned up and changed before finishing the interview and given the ticket. She and her partner now visits once every two of her months from her homeworld and after her friend who Plush had investigated was studied and join to then have been spotted having... "accidents" within the city they vacation in. What most don't notice is most of those videos are Plush made. why else does it look so real. Hehe.

Interlude I: Council of the Creators It was a new month on this planet that the local primitive inhabitants called... Earth. It was a strange name to him but world names often were. It's something he stopped paying attention to a long time ago. He was only thinking about it to get his mind off of some things, although it did not prove to be a distraction for very long. It was often very difficult if not impossible to know what was truly going on inside his head to an outside observer, which was evidently the result of his perfected social skills. On the surface he seemed bold, confident, kind and stern. But today... he felt a lingering human emotion that he hated and rarely had anymore. It was gnawing within the back of his mind like an irritating ceaseless insect. He was nervous. Now, for most of us it may seem pretty ridiculous for someone to literally despise being nervous. It's an emotion that we all feel quite frequently and while we don't like it, we don't care about it after we get past it. Although for him, a self-proclaimed Creator and God, it was a reminder. It was one of the few lingering emotions of his former humanity that he could never seem to get rid of. That's why he hated it. He felt as though it was one of his last remaining weaknesses. No matter how hard he has tried throughout the countless millennia of his lifetime, he has never been free from it. His compassion, empathy, sorrow, fear, honesty, curiosity, lust and moral integrity were all able to be snuffed out ages ago. All that remained was his pride, determination, ingenuity, meticulousness, ego, cruelty... and nervousness and insecurity. But yes it's been thirty-five years in his native time since he last felt this way. He had a meeting of with his fellow Creators, a small subgroup of them simply known as The Council. It would be the second one since he successfully started his self-assigned "Project Reaper" mission. The first conversation he had with them... didn't end so well. They were displeased by his methods and they thought him mad for thinking that he could ever succeed. They were convinced that his plan was dangerous and a fool's errand. In fact, most of them were furious that he even dared to defy them and dismiss their knowledge and wisdom as mere obstacles in his path. But things would be different today. The results were speaking for themselves. He already had close to seventy powerful Reapers under his control, it'd only be a matter of time before they'd conquered the galaxy. Afterwards, it'd make an excellent starting point for The Creators to retake the universal power and influence that they once had tens of thousands of years ago. It was the perfect plan. Nothing could go wrong, not with all the time and meticulous effort that he had put into this project. So why did he feel so god damn insecure? As much as he despised his human emotions, it also seemed to be an effective method for keeping him focused on what truly mattered. That of course would be when he was successful in being the sole Creator who saved them all... and proving everyone who doubted him dead wrong. Yes, at the end of the day his reputation, ego and desire for power were what moved him forward. And today he had a lot of work to do. The Council of Creators consisted of eight people. They were the highest ranking surviving members that were made up from the ashes of their former intergalactic society. He felt that it did not actually matter in the slightest, they were just kings and queens idling and loafing around in their figurative castles. He knew that they hadn't done any real work in centuries if not longer. They'd likely forgotten about hardwork and overcoming trials as they continued to lay stagnant in their self-imposed isolated cages. And yet they still had overwhelming political power over him. As much as their authority had faded into symbolism and formalities in his mind, their connections that still kept their strained society loosely connected were vital to his plans. As such, he had to act as though they were his elders, men and women to be respected and treated with upmost dignity. He hated every god damn minute that he had to spend inside a virtual hologram room with them. Every second he wasted there was one more that enabled them to spread their ignorance and idiocy. It was also very frustrating because he couldn't simply walk away and do his own thing. If he didn't play along with their mindless charades then they would do everything in their power to end him and his entire plan, despite him heading down this path by their request. Again, no matter how weak their grip over the galaxy now was, it was still strong enough for them to be able to amass an insanely powerful army of mercenary super soldiers that could easily find and kill him. He needed more time... and even stronger Reapers... before he could begin stage two of his plan. It still involved saving as many Creators as he felt were worthy of course but he would be the solitary leader. He would bring ruin to those who were ruining them. He had no other choice. *** Sometime later, he wiped the gross sweat from his body and calmed himself down with a cold hard shower. Afterwards he splashed water on his face at his bathroom sink, repeatedly, and dried himself off. He put on one of his best pieces of attire, a black dress shirt, along with a dark blue sequin pair of pants and suit jacket. It was time. He made his way out of his personal living quarters with a confident stride and walked for about a minute to his holo-communication room. The various multi-colored lights inside the confined space shone brightly and seemed to reflect upon nothing. They made him look like he was standing in space, if one wouldn't look too closely at the abstract metallic walls around the room of course. It didn't take long for the eight council members to show up along various holographic projectors that were arranged in a half circle in front of him. He forced himself to smile. "Council." He bowed lightly. "It's good to see you." "Is it?" The Archdeacon, who wore a bright red robe and had long black hair as dark as sin spoke up first. "Well, let us not waste any time then." The rest of the Council, in turn, nodded silently and sat down on their virtual chairs. He continued to stand, since he had no other option. "So," The Archdeacon continued. "You are here to give us an update, using your own words and not some computer generated report, about your current progress? Out with it then." He steeled his nerves and tried not to look uncomfortable at all. "I'm proud to say that things are going very well. We already have close to seventy Reapers under our direct control. Soon enough, we'll have enough security for everyone. Within fifty... no forty years, we will no longer need to rely on disloyal and unreliable mercenary outsiders for our armies." He spoke with an outward display of resolve as he always did. But he wasn't speaking to his pathetic and ignorant slaves. He was addressing his fellow Creators, people who had known him for tens of thousands of years. His peers and superiors, comrades once... but such is a time long past. "Disloyalty among the subhuman savages is at an all time low." A blonde woman dressed in green, known as The Watcher, said in an almost mocking tone. "We've got them strictly under our control. This unreliableness that you speak of? Doesn't exist. It's amazing how obedient they are once they realize how easy it is for us to... vaporize them." "Spreading fear and intimidation among mortals will only get us so far." He countered. "Have we learned nothing from our past? We need devoted soldiers who will serve us without question." "Do not presume to lecture us." A rather obese blue haired middle age man bellowed. "We all do everything we can to strive for something that won't lead us to ruin once again, that is why you are here isn't it?" "Forgive me... Baron." He lowered his head with an outward showing of sincerity. "I got too passionate and spoke recklessly I apologize." "Let's just move on..." The Archdeacon spoke through a sigh. "Yes yes." The Watcher grumbled, waving her hand away in a dismissive motion. "The reason you are here is because we asked for an update after all, not to listen to some boring political sales pitch about loyalty and security. Just give us the rundown." He tried to see The Council's facial expressions but the strange light in his holo room made that nearly impossible. That was by their explicitly forced design of course. He cleared his throat and took a deep breath before beginning his report. He used words and explanations that very few Creators outside of The Council would even have a basic understanding of. But in short he was describing the exact scientific processes that allowed his Sentinels, and by extension The Reapers, to function. When he was finished the room was silent for a few seconds. "So what you're saying is," The Archdeacon said rather plainly, "Is that the actual science is... inconclusive? This is most unnerving but it's what The Council expected." "The results in the field speak for themselves." He tried to not sound desperate. "The Reapers are functioning as intended." "That's not what the provable non-biased scientific data tells us though." An elderly woman, known as The Matriarch replied slowly and clearly. "Even you do not know with 100% certainty how your Eternum AI cores function completely, as you've just admitted to The Council." A single bead of sweat came out from his forehead and crossed his cheek on its way out. He hoped they wouldn't notice it. "The fact is, I've been doing this successfully for over thirty-seven years now... and not a single Reaper has malfunctioned or turned against us. They think of me... of us... as their literal parents and deities. They're completely devoid of free will." He said his first wrong word but tried to cover it up with another sentence. He didn't even have time to curse inside. "Is that why you look like that?" The Archdeacon spoke again, referring to his pure white hair. "Playing house with your... artificial sub-servants? Pretending to be their father, insisting that they call you that, telling them that all their dreams will come true if they follow you?" His smile slowly faded away. His anger grew harder to hide. Still he kept his composure, although just barely. "As I just said... absolutely nothing has gone wrong. They're only hostile to our enemies as they're programmed to be." His mind reflexively went to Vaine and he had to hold back a frown. "They are the perfect... no the only solution. What more proof do you need?" "Look... Liam, I'll say what we're all thinking." The Archdeacon broke protocol by saying his real name but spoke honestly. "I get it, you want to help us the only way you know how. But we ordered you and our other top nine scientists, the best of the best, to fix our fertility problem. You are the only one who decided to ignore our council and play literal god instead with AI and the most dangerous substance in the known universe." "Are we not Creators?" He almost spat back in an angry tone but just ended up sounding annoyed instead. "We are of divine blood. Our problems won't be fixed simply by being able to produce offspring again. We need a firm certainty of a successful future first... then we can spread our wings and grow our population once that is no longer an issue. If there are too many of us, without trustworthy subjects to help us with law and order... the same thing will happen again... and you know all know it. It would only be a matter of time before our countless numbers of enemies would overtake us again. I'm the only one fucking brave enough to do what has to be done." "We all know how dangerous memory altering and mind control tech is." The Archdeacon shot back. "And Eternum, even more so. You have a decade. If you can't prove to us with the raw data that Reapers are 100% flawless by then... we'll have no choice but to revoke your funding and forcibly put an end to your research. For the good of us all, you had better hope that you are correct." With that... the meeting ended and all the other Creators disappeared into a cloud of data particles. He swore loudly and repeatedly. He knew how stubborn they were but he also expected something like this would happen. He tried to prevent it but alas they've given him no choice. Within ten of his years he'd have to assassinate each of the councilman and women without drawing suspicion to himself. How he would pull that off he had naught a clue. But he would find a way do it. He would survive. He always did.

A Late Night at the Office An archived interactive fiction thread with images. Original run date - 11/17/21 Laramie Halford spends a late night at work, trying to get an important coding project done, but when a little too much coffee to drink starts causing problems for the poor panda, she soon discovers that a full bladder is the least of her worries... and perhaps one of the best things to happen to her in years. This is an archived record of an interactive fiction that ran on the Omorashi.Org Discord server back in November of 2021. It includes multiple images throughout, and features ongoing narration. It's about 56 pages with images. I wish I could include a better image for the thumbnail, but my more dramatic shots would be spoilers 😉 This interactive was produced using Alchemy Viewer AgileAkita for Second Life. A Late Night at the Ofiice.pdf

View File Chinese girl holding pee on street As requested here: Submitter segin Submitted 08/19/2024 Category Female  

Chapter 1: The Forest Alex and Mark had been hiking through the dense forest for hours, their bladders full to bursting. The sound of rushing water in the distance only made matters worse, as the urge to pee grew stronger with each passing minute. "I can't hold it anymore," Alex groaned, clutching his crotch as he stumbled over a fallen log. "I need to find a place to pee, now." Mark nodded in agreement, his own bladder feeling like it was about to explode. "Let's find a spot off the trail," he suggested, scanning the surrounding trees for a suitable location. As they ventured deeper into the forest, the urgency of their need to relieve themselves only intensified. The trees seemed to mock them with their lush greenery, as if taunting them with the impossibility of finding a private spot to pee. Finally, Alex spotted a secluded clearing up ahead. "There," he said, pointing towards the open space. "Let's go there." They hurried towards the clearing, their bladders protesting with every step. As they reached the edge of the clearing, Alex suddenly stopped in his tracks, a look of horror on his face. "What's wrong?" Mark asked, confused by his friend's sudden change in demeanor. Alex pointed towards the center of the clearing, where a majestic oak tree stood tall and proud. And at the base of the tree, a man was relieving himself, his back turned towards them as he emptied his bladder onto the forest floor. Mark's eyes widened in shock as he realized what was happening. "Is he... peeing on nature?" he whispered, unable to believe his eyes. The man finished his business and turned around, a sheepish grin on his face as he zipped up his pants. "Sorry, boys," he said, approaching them with a friendly smile. "Nature called, and I had to answer." Alex and Mark exchanged a bewildered glance, unsure of how to react to the man's brazen act of peeing in the forest. But as they looked into his eyes, they saw a twinkle of mischief that made them chuckle despite themselves. "Guess we're not the only ones with full bladders," Mark said, breaking the tension with a laugh. The man chuckled along with them, his easygoing demeanor putting them at ease. "Name's Jake," he said, extending a hand in greeting. "Nice to meet fellow nature lovers out here." And as they shook hands, Alex, Mark, and Jake knew that their chance encounter in the forest had brought them together in a way they never could have imagined. And as they continued their hike, the call of nature would always remind them of the bond they shared, forged in the most unexpected of circumstances. The End.