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Erika woke up early this morning to get ready for her first music festival. She showered and got some breakfast as she waited for her friend. He showed up just as she finished her breakfast. Then she went out to me him. “hi” Erika said. “Hi, unfortunately my A.C. and my windows will not roll down but I got a cooler of water in the back” ben said “That is fine I will just have to drink more water. Let’s get going I can not wait. Plus, it is going to be a long drive” Erika said. Ben put the address in his G.P.S. and headed out. As soon a they where on the road Erika drank a bottle of water. “This heat in here is no joke glad you got water” Erika said. “Sorry about that I will try to get us there in no time. Drink as much as you want by the way” ben said. “I will I hate having a dry mouth” Erika said The ride was pretty quiet for the first hour then Erika decided to turn the radio on. They talked a bit more on the way and drank some more water. Then they finally arrived at the music festival. She could hear one of her favorite bands playing and ran over to the stage. “I am just going to find a place to pee we drank a lot on that ride” ben said “Cool I don’t have to go that bad and I don’t want to miss this song” Erika said. After the song ended ben came back with two bottles of water and gave one to me. “So is this how you imaged it would be” ben said. “It is even better. this is so much fun but I did not realize how bad I have to pee now that I am standing up” Erika said. “Just go to the bathroom” ben said. “no. I don’t want to miss this I can hold it” Erika said The band played for an hour and half ben could tell that she was starting to have trouble holding her pee. She started to rock back and forth and adjusting her belt. He also could not believe that she drank another bottle of water she must have to pee so bad he said in his head. Finlay then band stopped playing. “Finally, I was going to pee myself if that went any longer, I need to find a bathroom where did you go” Erika “I only saw a men’s room on the said I was on. I think they have porta-potty’s opposite side. Ben said “I hate those things. You guys a lucky you do not have to sit on those toilets. Erika said. “I know having a penis is great. I can just pee anywhere” ben said smiling and laughing. After walk around for 5 minutes holding herself, she made it to the porta-potty’s she could not believe her eye there where only 5 of them and 2 where all ready disgusting and unuse able. The 3 that where still use able had at lest 15 girls in the shortest line. She took her spot and waited for about ten minutes when she saw a girl run over to the tree line. She knew what she was going to do. She thought about doing the same thing but when the girl was done, she saw a security take her out of the venue. I cannot risk that. I must pee in the porta-potty she said to herself. The line slowed moved down eventually she was the second one in line. She could hear the girl in the porta-potty peeing. The girl in front of her started to wet her pants as her jeans got a little drank patch in the front that grew vastly around her butt it was going everywhere. Erika did not care it just meant that she was next. The girl finally came out and darted out of the area. Erika quick went in to the porta-potty. When she locked the door and turned around, she saw that the toilet sit was just covered in pee. Well at lest there is toilet paper here that is can use to clean it up then I can pee. When she finished cleaning up all the pee, she realized that she had used up all the toilet paper. Erika exited the porta-potty as soon as she another girl went it before she could even warn her. She saw that the lines for the other two toilets where the same. Erika made it back to been. “Ben where is the men’s restroom” Erika said hastily “It is just over there to the right” ben As soon as been got to the last world she was on her way there. She found a sign that said “men’s” on this wired fence wall that had a tarp over it. Yes, she said out loud as she ran in too the fenced of area. When she went around the corner her heart sank it was all urinals and to make it worse it was the outside urinals that face each other. Sound of all the men peeing made Erika just want to give up and pee right her but made her why to the closest urinal. “Sir can you pee fasted I have to go so bad” Erika said “I am sorry I just started plus I don’t know how you are going to use this” men 1 at urinal. “Please please I am about to pee myself you can just go on the ground or something I don’t want ever guy here to see me pee. at least if I use this, I have cover. oooo god I am peeing. Erika said. “Here you can use my spot if you want but I can’t stop I will have to pee next to you if you don’t mind” men 2 at urinal. “I don’t care fuck piss on my feet for all I care just let me use your spot” Erika said with tears coming out. The guy stepped down still peeing by the side of the urinal. Erika took his spot she pulled down her pants and underwear just enough to get everything out. She backed her butt up to the urinal. She let out some pee. It missed the hole of urinal and hit the wall and splashed all over her legs and pants. Erika quickly stopped peeing and turned around to face the urinal. Oh god I don’t know what to do it is all about to come out. One of the guys said just pee facing it and get on you tiptoes. She did as he said. When she got in to position her pee jetted out of here like nothing before everyone at the urinal could hear how loud she was peeing. Erika don’t not care she was just happy to pee she let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much for letting me use this part of the urinal” Erika. “I am just more astonished that you can use it” men 2 “Me to guess I am just one of the guys now” Erika said jokingly She peed for a good minute then her stream started to die down. The last bit of here pee did not make it to the urinal it hit the side of the wall and slide back on her. At lest most of it is in the urinal their rest can dry. She pulled up here pants. Now it is time to get back to the festival.

Chapter 1: Set in Motion It began on a warm Spring night, as darkness encroached on the fleeting rays of late day sun. As with so many stories of this kind a chain of events, some entirely preventable and others not, were inconspicuously set in motion. This time it would be in the quiet suburban town of Smithville just past 9pm. The first link in that chain slid into place in the Lyon household as the Lyons’ son, Adam, swung open his bedroom door and immediately made a beeline for a different, smaller room in the house. Adam typically went to bed around 9pm each night however before that his preferred method of unwinding after a long school day was playing video games. Given the limited amount of time he had each night to play video games Adam had developed a penchant for trying to maximize potential gaming time by minimizing any disruptions to his recreational time. This meant that after dinner each night Adam would typically barricade himself in his room with snacks and a very large bottle of water so he would not need to leave and interrupt his gaming time until it was time for bed. This also meant of course that after hours of gaming in his bedroom, his 9pm bedtime was also the time of Adam’s final, typically very needed, potty break. Indeed, just as so much spring water had flowed out of the spout of Adam’s water bottle and into him, he now found himself in a position wherein his own personal spout was now nearly attempting to flow it’s own spring out of his body. Dashing down the hallway Adam kept one hand gripped on his spout through his pants while internally begging the spring not to flow into his own jeans but instead to wait just until he was in position over the toilet bowl so that his stream could connect with another body of water. It wouldn’t be too much longer now. He proved to himself just how close relief was by unbuttoning his jeans and lowering his zipper as he rounded the hallway corner to the room of his desire. Overcome with the thought of reaching his goal Adam did not even entertain the thought that there may have been one final obstacle in the way before promptly slamming into a wooden door at full speed with a thud. Rebounding from the sudden shock Adam involuntarily dropped his hands and for a fleeting moment a stream sprung forth from his boyhood, dampening small patches of his underwear as his spout swung free from his grip. Additionally, with it’s supports no longer in place Adam’s jeans fell to the ground leaving the boy dancing in his underwear trying desperately to turn off his personal tap. “Hey!” Adam shouted squeezing himself as hard as he could, “Who’s in there? I need to go!” “One moment!” Adam’s mom, Kathy, replied behind the door in a sing-song manner. After finishing drying her hands Kathy opened the bathroom door and was taken aback at the sight in front of her. Her son, nearly naked from the waist down and very obviously gripping his penis through damp briefs, was dancing from foot to foot – clearly on the verge of soaking her hallway carpet. “Mom please! I have to pee so bad!” Kathy did not looked amused. She crossed her arms and shot the boy a look. “What have I told you about waiting to the last second?” Adam was decidedly about to flow into his underwear and sputtered through an apology as quickly as he could. “Imsorrysorrysorrysorrypleaseletmepee! Iwontdoitagain!” His mother relented and moved from the doorway allowing Adam to rush in and slam the door behind her. “Some day that’s going to get you in serious trouble!” Kathy shouted after him. Adam was not a stranger to accidentally riding the fine line between warm underwear and proper relief. As such, after closing the bathroom door he initiated an emergency maneuver he had gotten into the habit of using to help avoid a very wet catastrophic failure: Adam found that in the last critical seconds of a pee emergency it was too much to attempt peeing through his fly and as such his solution was to forgo it entirely. Adam immediately slid his underwear down to the ground to join his jeans, leaving him bare bottomed in the bathroom and inches away from relief. Adam desperately hopped from the entry side of the bathroom to where he finally would be able to let loose the waters trapped inside him. However with Adam’s relief in sight and his lower half no longer having anything between them and open air the signal from Adam’s brain to drain his bladder came across much too soon and he began to whiz into his own hands. Leaving a trail behind him Adam finally made it to the porcelain bowl in front of him and hurriedly redirected his stream from himself to the water below his bare body. Loosening the grip on his wet hose Adam aimed his stream downward and breathed a final breath of relaxation as a the warm jet exiting his body picked up in strength. And as Adam’s spout continued to recycle the water back into the system he had originally taken it from the first link in his upcoming chain of events locked into place. Unbeknownst to Adam this would be the last proper potty break he would take in the next twenty four hours. That said, it would not be the last time his spout would spring a leak, just the last time it would be aimed at a toilet. Such is the crux of this story.

I wonder if there are any good video games that allow you to pee wherever you want in game, like Postal or My Summer Car. I wish more games had this mechanic, or some form of it.Does anyone know of such games?

I haven't had a chance to submit a new post, but an opportunity has been opened to me and I'm back to share my most recent experience. In recent, life has been exhausting, being thrown countless responsibilities and a move to boot.. Me and my new flatmate have been working hard to organise everything by our due date, and as excited as I am, the thought of living with someone else has brought me lots of stress and anxiety.. So I cooked up a plan to relax and have some fun before we finally settle in; As I woke up this morning, I noticed that my bladder had been quite restless, with me going to empty it more frequently than usual, which inspired me.. With the shopping list ready, my flatmate offered to do the shopping for the day and run some errands, saying they would return sometime in the afternoon. Waking up early, I went to sleep in a bit, and when I woke up they were gone. My bladder was somewhat full, but instead of emptying it this time, I let my initial concept come into play.. What to do all alone, I wondered? I wanted to help out with housework, but I quickly discarded that thought and decided to take it easy. I prepared myself a large carrying cup of water with a screw-on lid (this will be relevant later) and put on some comfortable clothes, settling myself in bed. With nothing to do, I decided on scrolling the web for content to get me in the mood, stumbling upon a wonderful story by a fellow member of this very site (big props to you, my friend!) that immediately caught my attention.. At this point, I've been patiently reading and sipping from my cup for so long that I've had to refill it twice and got myself aroused and my bladder quite full! Not wanting it to come to anticlimax, my hand slipped below the covers as I lightly pushed on my bladder; It sent tingles in various places, as I kept giving it light pushes while reading further.. It got so intense to the point I had to put my phone aside, leaving the quiet tunes of my playlist in the background. Of course, my bladder was a little bulged, but it wasn't the only stiff sensation hard to ignore.. My hand went further, it slid into my pants, trying it's best to stroke myself in such a tiny space. Sliding along, I put my fingers inside of myself, the pressures and pleasures hitting me like a wave. I was bursting for a piss, but I kept pounding! It got too much for the space of my pants to handle, so I carefully lowered them just enough to still feel trapped, but a bit more free. Soon, I was in my favourite and most pleasurable position; sat on my knees, ass in the air, face hid in the covers as my hands did all the work.. I started to panic. I felt as if I would explode, I had to act quick! I remembered my cup from earlier.. I still had some water is, so I clenched onto myself for dear life and finished it through the straw, but then it hit me; How was I supposed to unscrew the lid with one hand? A wave of desperation as well as immense pleasure had hit me, leaving me with both hands on myself, but I had to do something! I sucked it up, squirming around, trying my best to open the lid, all while failing from the sweat on my hands.. Somehow, I've done it, I've opened my cup! I quickly positioned it below myself, pissing a torrent inside, almost overfilling it, as I muffled my moans against my bed.. I did my best to stay calm, shaking off the stray drops on me and putting my lower garments back on. The only issue would be hiding this from my flatmate.. I quickly went to the bathroom and emptied the cup before vigorously rinsing away the smell of my urine that was stored inside, refilling it with fresh clean water to drink from. They returned soon after my pleasurable shenanigans took place, and it's safe to say that I wasn't caught. I'll have to return to helping them in our draining labour, but this early New Year's gift sure is worth it! (If you have any advice for me to improve my writing, as well as ideas for fictitious stories, sharing them would be quite appreciated.)

It was 14 days since the "incident" as Brooklyn described it, and she had been hard at work. Alongside her typical duties as secretary for the commander, she had been striving to make Cleveland's dream of an "Omorashi paradise" a reality. It was no simple matter, you could not just have a chat with the commander, several letters and documents had to be sent and signed. Such things were also put on the back-burner, there was a war on, so it was a miracle it took only 2 weeks. The commander did not ask what omorashi was, he didn't know and didn't care, and gave the go-ahead. The "Azur Lane Omorashi And Other Urine Based Sexual Activites Association" was born. Cleveland looked at the piece of paper as if it was written in Gibberish "That is so fuckin wordy it's ridiculous. It's a piss and sex club, not a god damn resort for billionaires." Brooklyn rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's uncouthness "it's the official title for the records, you can use something different but within reason." She then returned to filling out a requestion form for measuring jugs. Cleveland opened Brooklyn's office mini-fridge and started on her second bottle of water since joining her."Just knock off everything between Omorashi and association, makes it not sound like it was written by a Harvard professor. The ALOA has a nice ring to it, certainly better than ALOAOUBSAA." Brooklyn neatly arranged her papers and put them in a tray to be shipped off later, "Well I have some more good news for you Cleve, I got a private building for us to use." She handed Cleveland a description of the building and a picture. It was a single-story white brick building with brownish-orange tiles on the roof. "Looks nice." Cleveland remarked, "But where is it?". Brooklyn shut the fridge door that Cleveland had left ajar and checked her watch. "I've finished my shift as of 2 minutes, so let's take a walk, and I will show you." Cleveland downed the rest of her water before following her. She was brimming with excitement just as her bladder brimmed with something else. The two marched out of the central area of the base, a bustling hub of activity, and toward the outskirts. They passed offices, sheds and warehouses on the way, Cleveland whistling "The star-spangled banner" while Brooklyn stayed silent. They went down paths that were paved but scarcely used, trees stretched high and untrimmed on either side, birdsong filled the air. They had arrived at the bases outer limits and now stood before the building in question. Cleveland scrutinised it "It's a bit remote, but it will do." Brooklyn fished a pair of keys out of her pockets, handing one to Cleveland. "I picked it: A because it was free, B because it was maintained up until recent, C because it is private, and D you can do whatever you want in the woods around it." The wooden main door swung open, daylight flooded into the spacious main hall. The pair stepped in and surveyed the scene. The large room looked like a dance studio with its wooden floor and white walls. On the far end was a large sliding door that led out back into a small grass-covered yard, the fence marking still there. On the left directly at the entrance was a utility room marked with an electrical hazard sign. On the right directly across was an empty storage room. Furthur up each wall was another door. "This was to be an additional support building for planned barracks if sailors came here in large numbers" Brooklyn announced as she read the sheet she had brought with her. "Due to the decision to make this island only for Azur Lane and authorised person, this building became surplus to requirements." "That was, however, recent enough not to let this place fall into disrepair. Some paint here and there should be enough to make this place shine." Cleveland giggled with glee. "Brooklyn I cannot thank you enough, come here." She seized Brooklyn into a hug before walking around the room. Brooklyn carefully followed the instructions she had been given, flicking switches and pressing buttons in the utility room, before pulling the master power lever. With a whir and soft hmmm, the lights of the building came on. Cleveland nodded her head as she surveyed the now lit room "It'll need a dust" she stepped in the dirt "and a mop." Brooklyn had unlocked the back door and peeked her head out, "add a bit of gardening to that list." Gathering at the right-hand door, Cleveland opened gently. The room turned out to be a long stretch of showers, no door to each cubicle and only a head height wall between where each person would be. At the end of the hall lay a single toilet stall, it stared down the row of showers directly at the door. "Well, at least it's there if we need it," remarked Cleveland. Brooklyn looked a bit puzzled "Only one toilet, weird." "Brook I'm sure most of them would just let it rip in the shower, come on let's check out the other door." The left side door opened to a carpeted hallway with one door at the end and on the right close to them. The closet door revealed a small kitchen, fridge and cooker still hooked up and ready to go. Brooklyn looked at her information sheet "The main hall we entered into was a mess hall, soldiers could eat there then shower." Cleveland grinned "However designed this place has my thanks" she twisted the tap handle, and cool water poured out. Brooklyn shuddered "Oooohhh, I still have to pee after work" she held herself and started to shift around. "Great!!" declared Cleveland "I do as well, and I have an idea. But before that, let's check the last room." The last room was bare. The blue carpet was the only indicator anyone had ever set foot in here. "Well, we got a room for random bullshitery, great, let's head back into the hall." Brooklyn was practically dragged into the hall by Cleveland who was bouncing off the walls. "When ships are launched, a bottle of something is smashed against them to celebrate, correct Brooklyn?" Brooklyn was perplexed "errrrrm, yes, why is that relevant?" Cleveland pulled off her panties. "C-cleveland wh-what are you doing?" Brooklyn turned her head in embarrassment. "Well we are shipgirls, so there is the link to ships, this is a celebration to mark the founding of the Azur Lane Omorashi Association, and we have no bottle. So I decided why not pee on the floor instead. It fits with Omorashi and its liquid." Brooklyn sighed "I see what you mean, but would it not be better just to get something from our room?" Cleveland shook her head "No no no that misses the point, this place will be packed with pee filled endeavours, so let the first liquid on its floor be pee. Besides, wine or champagne is used all the time, it's boring". Brooklyn reluctantly removed her panties "If it makes you happy, then let's do it." Both spread their legs wide, hands-on their hips and taking a deep breath. Brooklyn started peeing first, her urine coming out in a sprinkler like flow pattering on the ground like heavy rain. She manoeuvred her hips, to stop the spray from hitting her shoes and; it landed on some leaves brought in by the breeze. Cleveland, on the other hand, forced out her bladder's contents in a powerful stream that splattered off the wooden floor, spots landing on her stockings not that she cared. Her stream's force caused dirt underneath her to be washed away, her puddle snaking around her shoes and towards the still-open front door. "NOW THIS IS FREEDOM!!" she shouted, she started to walkabout letting her stream leave a trail in the dust behind her. Brooklyn rubbed her cheeks "This is slightly disgusting if I'm honest" she looked down to see yellow liquid gather under her. "The whole point of this place to piss wherever and however you want, if you don't like just doing it on the floor I'm sure we will find something to your liking. Besides, this place needed a clean anyway, we are just loosening the dirt." Brooklyn thought about the future as their streams came to a halt. 4 days and many bullins later, the building was ready. Cleveland glanced around the now fresh hall with pride. Her dream was, at last, a reality. Brooklyn came up behind her and interlocked their fingers. "The supplies you wanted should come within a few hours, the bullins say all the showers and other things in here work and that everything is open for business." Cleveland pecked her on the cheek "Thank you". Brooklyn glowed "No problem Cleveland, but there is one problem. Who is going to come here?" Cleveland gave her a head pat "I'll scout out people who I have good reason to believe are into Omorashi while we are still small and when we grow to a certain size, I'll look into putting the word out into the wider world. I just need to figure out how that will happen and when." Brooklyn returned the head pat "Got any idea who will be first?" Cleveland smiled "I do." "COME ON PUNCH IT HARDER!!". Cleveland knocked the trainer dummy off its supports and across the room. She wiped the sweat from her brow before accepting a water bottle handed to her. "Your getting good Cleveland, keep up the good work." Cleveland weakly gave a thumb up panting hard "Hey do you mind if we speak for a bit?" Tennessee, head of training froze. Her bladder felt like one of her 14-inch shells inside her, its bulge would easily be spotted by one who knew what they were looking for. Her sweat now had dual meaning, she was tired after training, but she was also busting for the loo. Her pride and stubbornness would not let her leave for the toilet like a little girl. She resolved to hold it before responding. "Yeah what do you need

Taking place within the events of the first Resident Evil (the remake). Things are altered a little in that Jill ends up encountering Rebecca and neither have had a good pee all day... Jill stared at it. The exposed brain, the rancid and rotting flesh, and the pool of pungent blood that expanded from underneath it. Despite taking five bullets, it still twitched as if trying as hard as it could to come back to life. It was the sixth one she had seen during the entire fear-filled evening at the Arklay Mansion but she still could not fathom the fact the creatures she had been putting down were zombies. She reached for the fuel canteen in her left front pouch, poured what remained over the body, then took the old lighter she found and ignited it. The putrid flesh turned to ash in an instant, and Jill backed away before it attracted more of the undead. Jill kept taking steps backward, still in disbelief, when the familiar sound of a starving moan echoed through the hallway. Without thinking, Jill drew her S.T.A.R.S. handgun and pointed the barrel down the hall. Walking toward her already was another zombie. A little overweight, with a rather bushy mustache, but still had the same dead eyes and gaping mouth as its brethren. It raised its arms, poised to grab its prey, mindlessly shambling toward her. Jill couldn’t stop her hands from shaking. “Get a hold of yourself!” she quietly said. Her aim steadied and she pulled the trigger of her gun. The bullet hit the corpse in the shoulder, but it continued on toward her, unfazed. Jill fired again, this time hitting it in the knee. The zombie stumbled, but regained its balance and came closer. Jill quickly fired three more bullets into the creature until finally the sixth one made it fall to the floor. Relieved that the encounter was over, she finally exhaled and panted heavily. Rest waits for no woman, however. It wasn’t long at all before she heard yet more moaning down the hall, but this time, it was followed by gunfire. Jill heard four shots fire and then nothing. Two seconds later, a frightened wail sounded. On instinct, Jill sprinted down the hall and kicked the door open. A young woman with short brown hair and a medic uniform was backed against the wall with a zombie just inches away from her. Jill drew her gun again took aim and with one shot, the zombie’s head burst into a flurry of flesh, blood and brains. The body collapsed onto the floor like a wooden beam, and had none of the odd twitching that the other zombies had. “Are you all right?” Jill asked the woman. “Y-yes... thank you...” she said, still quivering. “M-my gun was empty and... and I didn’t know what to do...” “You’re fine now.” Jill assured her. “What’s your name?” “Rebecca Chambers. S.T.A.R.S Bravo team.” “I’m Jill Valentine, S.T.A.R.S Alpha team. We were sent to find you. Who else is alive?” Rebecca’s gaze fell to the floor. “Not many. Kenneth Sullivan, Edward Dewey Forest Speyer and... Richard Aiken. All dead.” “Captain Marini?” “I don’t know. I haven’t heard from him at all.” Jill paused. In the few short days they had been here, Bravo team had been almost completely wiped out. After watching Joseph Frost get torn apart by those dogs, she hoped... somehow... Chris, Barry, Captain Wesker... she hoped they were all okay. “Well you’d better stick with me then. Here.” Jill threw Rebecca and extra magazine for her handgun. Rebecca picked up her gun and loaded the magazine into it, and gave Jill a quick nod. “I’m ready.” Jill returned the nod, and the two women carried on prepared to take on the mansion’s undead guardians. They took about five steps when Jill stopped. “What’s wrong?” Rebecca asked. “Nothing. Let’s keep moving.” Jill answered. It would be nothing, but in truth, Jill had been needing to pee ever since she stepped foot in this mansion, which was about two hours ago. The next room was the last one that required that weird key from earlier. Jill discarded it to free up some room for more items she’s likely find along the way. The room was like a bar of some kind. It had a tile floor, black and white, and the place was littered with empty bottles and glasses. Jill also noted the grand piano placed in the center of the room. “Jill! Over here!” Rebecca shouted. Jill ran over to where she was to see a small table with four handgun magazines, a first-aid spray, and a note: Jill, I’ve left a few supplies here for you. I imagine that you’ve been running into the same problems that I have so I thought you might need these. There’s something in this room vital to solving the puzzle that is this mansion but I couldn’t locate it before I was chased out. I’m going to continue looking for a way out. Stay alert. -Wesker Jill heaved a sigh of relief. At least the captain was okay. They each took two magazines and Rebecca took the spray. “The note said that there was something here in this room that was important. Where would it be?” Rebecca asked. “Huh? What?” Jill was a little focused on the problem that was a filled bladder. the pressure she felt had nearly doubled since she found Chambers. She turned away from Rebecca’s view and tightened her legs a bit. “Yeah there must be something. Keep looking around.” “Wait, what about the piano?” Jill looked at the piano and the music score on top of it. “Moonlight Sonata. First Movement.” A rather dark piece but fitting for the situation. “Can you play it?” Rebecca asked her. “Maybe...” Jill stood in front of the piano and positioned her fingers. “C sharp minor, huh?” Jill began playing the opening melody of the song. Challenging... with some unusual timing in that melody, but she kept with it until she felt a small bit of fluid warm the crotch of her pants and messed up on one of the chords. “What was that?” Rebecca chuckled. “Ah... it’s a difficult key to work with. Yeah...” Jill refocused, and completed the movement from start to finish. Upon the final chord, to the right of her, the wall shifted, then a cloud of dust kicked up. As the brown mist settled, Jill and Rebecca no longer saw a wall, but a nook with an odd statue in it. Inside of the statue was a gold emblem similar to the one Jill found a while back. “I know just where this goes...” Jill said. Jill placed the emblem above the fire place of the dining room and the clock shifted like the wall had. Inside the clock, was yet another key. “Great. Now I can go lost again.” Jill muttered. “You’d think a place like this would have some bathrooms in it.” Rebecca mentioned. Jill looked over at the younger woman who was visibly holding herself. “I haven’t gone since this morning so I could really use one about now.” “Yeah... me too...” Upon close inspection of Rebecca’s pants, Jill could see a small wet spot on her crotch. She wasn’t joking. “I am really close to peeing myself so do you think we could look around for one?” “I suppose...” Jill answered trying to hide how desperate she actually was. They exited the dining room, went through the main hall and traveled through the east wing in search of their salvation. The door ahead of them was the one. Jill was fairly certain that was a bathroom. She was just reaching for the knob when she heard glass shatter. The scampering of an animal’s feet traveled the halls. Getting closer. Closer. Jill couldn’t tell if the moisture in her pants was sweat or urine, but it didn’t matter. She drew her gun, and began to retreat down the hall. Jill was about to head back into the main hall, as a half-rotted dog jumped out at them. Jill got off three shots just as the dog leapt into the air. The first on went straight through the wall, missing the animal completely, but the following shots all connected with the body. The dog’s leap was cut short, and as it tried to rise, Jill popped one more into the creature’s head. She hesitatingly looked down at her pants. The wet areas were in tiny drops all over, and she made another sigh of relief. It was only sweat. Which only served to remind her of how badly she still needed to go. Rebecca, on the other hand, was in worse shape. “That was too much for me, Jill! I’m sorry, but I almost lost it there!” “What are you talking-” Jill stopped in mid-sentence as Rebecca pulled her pants and a pair of white panties down to about her knees. She turned, faced the wall and squatted down. Before Jill could protest, she heard the pitter-patter of a stream of fluid spraying the wooden wall. A dark puddle began to form under Rebecca’s crouched form, quickly expanding and hugging the edges of the rug in the center of the hall, and the aroma of fresh urine began to overcome the aroma of rotting dog flesh. “I’m sorry... I just really didn’t want to pee in my pants.” Rebecca whined. From Rebecca’s side, Jill could see the pale yellow stream leaving her body. The look of complete relief and relaxation on the young woman’s face which caused Jill to unwittingly release another spurt into her own pants. This one was visible. Rebecca looked over at Jill’s pants and grinned. “I see you’re having similar problems.” Jill looked down at her pants and put her hands over herself. After a good minute and a half, the stream from Rebecca’s body died down to a few drops, then nothing. She stood up and pulled her pants back up. She looked down at her boots which were all soaked at the bottom after standing in her own puddle, which Jill could see filled the a good half of the hall. “Well, I’m afraid I have a bit of shame. I gonna use the bathroom.” Jill said. “Sorry... I just couldn’t wait anymore.” On the verge of collapse, Jill now held her crotch as she tried to open the door to the bathroom, not caring whether Rebecca saw or not. As the door swung open, there on the floor was a zombie with a few bullet holes inside of him. Chris or Wesker might have already been here. The zombie, however, was an odd red color, and it’s hands had turned into large claws. Jill hadn’t seen that before, but right now she didn’t care. She tried to step over the body when it suddenly hissed and grabbed her ankle. Jill screamed and tried to shake free, but this zombie was much stronger than anything she had encountered so far. She took on of the small daggers from her belt and jammed it into the neck of the crimson fiend. It let go of her in order to address the problem of a blade inside of its neck, pulled it out and went for her again. Jill caught the creatures arms and was trying to resist, but it was winning, that flesh-hungry mouth drawing ever closer. She shut her eyes, felt her heart pounding inside of her chest, her skin cold as ice as the tiny hairs stood up. Jill was breathing so rapidly, she might pass out before the zombie bit her. Jill then opened her eyes, as she felt a gush of warm liquid begin to fill her panties, then flow down her legs and soak the inside of her pants. Jill could even feel it seeping into her boots. Oh God... did he get me? Am I bleeding? Rebecca rushed in and gave the crimson-headed zombie a swift kick to its body, knocking it off balance. She then drew her gun and fired right at it’s head, which exploded into a million bits of flesh. Jill was still breathing heavily and quickly from the frightening experience. She slowly slid down the wall and sat down in her own puddle, terrified and confused. A zombie that could come back from the dead? Mutate? She couldn’t get the image of its flushed, hungry and angry face from her mind. “Umm... Jill?” Jill looked up at Rebecca. “Is it dead?” “Yeah but... you have a problem.” Free of her fear, she looked down to see the large puddle she had left on the floor, which clearly was not blood, but her own urine. Jill placed her hand over her eyes. She was pretty sure that her own face was more red than that zombie’s right now.

Rediscovering a Need Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba fanfiction by MasterXploder Dark. Moonlight. Cool breeze. Safety. Nezuko did not understand anything but the basics. Sunlight is bad. Humans are your family. Only attack demons who wish to harm others. Maybe that was all she needed to know. It had worked for her for as long as she remembered, which wasn’t very long. It was a simple life, one with danger, but also a certain peace to it. And yet, it seemed like there was something… more than that. Something buried deep within her mind. Faces she knew. Places she went to. Things she did. Emotions she felt. It was always there but just out of her reach, eternally tantalizing and frustrating her. Maybe that’s why she was walking outside in the middle of the night, rather than sleeping to regain her strength and stave off her urge to feed. At least, that was one of the reasons. The other was to find some way to deal with the other issue that had arisen upon her waking. A pressure of some sort, located not far above where her legs came together, had roused her from her vague, fuzzy dreams. It was an uncomfortable nuisance, pulling her focus away from the things she wanted to think about, like the boy who cared for her, or how nice it felt to sleep. She had laid in bed for a while after first waking, hoping it would have gone away on its own or that she could at least go back to bed. However, the pressure only grew more uncomfortable over time, her hopes of a restful sleep fading with each wave pulsing through her. Her legs slowly rubbed together under the covers as it got worse, easing her burden but also ensuring she could never return to sleep like this. As unpleasant as it was, Nezuko realized that it did not feel like a permanent pain. This pressure wanted to go somewhere, removing itself from her body, that was why it kept demanding her attention with each throb. She somehow knew she could rid herself of this pain, here and now in the futon if she so desired, then return to her rest right away. Yet Nezuko could not bring herself to do this, at least not where she lay. Something in the back of her mind forbade it, nagging her to go elsewhere first. She didn’t understand, but this feeling proved too difficult to resist. Quiet as a cat, Nezuko had risen and stepped out of the building that the boy had chosen for shelter tonight. The light of the moon and her enhanced vision lit her way into the surrounding woods, with only the faint crunching of leaves betraying her presence. Were anyone else around, they would have noticed Nezuko's walk lacked its usual grace, replaced now with a hint of stiffness. Her pink eyes took in the various trees and rocks, as if she was looking for one in particular, not that she knew why. It just seemed like she needed somewhere… good enough to do whatever needs done. She hoped it would be soon. Being outside in the dark, It did not take long for her to note how cool the outdoors felt compared to the futon inside. Her bare legs and feet shivered in the chilly air, something that she always noticed but was never bothered by before. However, this chill seemed to make the pain worse, the source wanting out more than ever. Still, she refused to let it have its way, not this easily. Eyes lowered, Nezuko renewed her stride, keeping a look out for whatever she needed to fix her problem. So focused on this, she hardly noticed when the endless view of forestry opened up just a tad, and a faint, calming sound filled her ears. She knew what it would be, but pressed forward regardless. Nezuko now stood before a creek, at least a couple body lengths wide. The black water shimmered in the moonlight as it flowed quickly, splashing and crashing along the many rocks to create spots of white in the dark. Standing near such a river was normally soothing to her, but not this time. As Nezuko looked and listened, an unpleasant tension built up inside her body, as though it yearned for something she did not want to give into, only getting stronger and stronger until… Nezuko hissed as her entire body tensed up. A strange and wet warmth suddenly appeared between her legs, going into the fabric underneath her robes. On pure instinct, her legs closed and hands pressed into her groin to stop more from coming out. She succeeded, but it took more strength than she realized. Whatever wanted to come out was going to do it soon, no matter how hard she tried to delay it. Growling into her muzzle, Nezuko turned around and walked away from the maddening waters, her body more tensed than ever. She kept marching, eyes darting everywhere for the thing she needed, every step bringing her closer to her release whether she liked it or not. Her walking brought her into a cozy spot surrounded by bushes and trees. For some reason, this felt like just the place she needed for whatever was happening to happen. Nezuko tried her hardest to focus and figure it out as she lightly bounced on her feet, the frustration building as quickly as the pain below, until she suddenly stopped and opened her eyes wide. A vision presented itself in her mind. A human female towering over her, her face blurred from the sunlight and fog of her memories. Where was this coming from? It felt familiar somehow, like she had known who this was at one point. Seeing her stirred up feelings of… something inside her. Fear? She felt the murmurs of being scared in this moment, and it seemed this person was the root of her fears. But that didn’t feel right. As she looked at this figure, she could feel a strange warmth coming from it. It reminded her of the soothing kindness from the boy she traveled with. The figure’s mouth moved, and while she didn’t know the words, she could tell they were meant to make her feel that nothing bad was going to happen. That’s when the person slowly and gently lowered down into an odd pose over the grass at her feet, rolling up her kimono and pulling the fabric underneath to her knees at the same time. Nezuko then looked down to find that her own body was much smaller and clad in different clothes. She felt her heartbeat racing and a strange resistance from her own body, but the trust in this person proved stronger, and she knelt down just like they did. There was only the sound of nature around them for the longest time. And then she heard something new: a light sound of water trickling onto the ground, coming from the human herself. Nezuko wanted to speak or whine, not knowing what was happening, until she heard a second trickle beginning much closer to her. No, not just hearing it, but feeling it too. She looked down right away, her eyes opening wide at what she saw. It was like a tiny stream falling from underneath her dress, clear but tinted yellow. It struck the grass with a little splatter, absorbing into the dirt at first but then forming a puddle that crept forward and made tiny bubbles along the way. A peculiar scent reached her nose as the puddle grew, letting her know that whatever this stuff was, she did not want it on or inside her. Nezuko's eyes remained fixed on the sight before her. This act was so strange, making her feel so many different ways about it. It was inconvenient and messy, rooting her to the spot while she waited to finish, and definitely something she knew she shouldn't get on her. Yet it also felt natural, like this was exactly the right way to do it in a place like this. She looked back to the woman for some kind of answer, only to find that she was no longer there. The sun had also vanished, and Nezuko was no longer the small and frightened creature. She was all by herself in the dark, letting out this water that had built up inside her somehow, feeling the annoying pressure slowly going away. In its place came a pleasing sensation radiating from her groin, making her close her eyes and let a long breath out through her nose in a look of pure contentment. So she remained in this position, letting her body rid itself of this liquid until her stream fell away into a little dribble falling straight off her body. The pressure was gone, although it had left a bit of wetness behind that Nezuko did not like. Not entirely understanding her movements, she picked up a few leaves behind her and wiped the drips away until she felt just dry enough for it to not bother her. With that, Nezuko was ready to stand and pull her garments back to where they seemed to fit best. Staring at the wet patch she made from above stirred up more of those confusing feelings inside. This one act gave her a sense of being closer to these visions and voices beyond the fog in her mind, and with it came a strange peace that she only desired more of. Despite this inconvenience and stress, she did not mind the idea of this act occurring again, though she didn't know when or if it would. But before she could contemplate further, her eyes dropped as the urge to return to sleep came over her. Nezuko carefully stepped away from the wet grass and made her way back to the building and her bed. A peaceful sleep and more dreams awaited her, dreams that may one day become real again. (A/N: Another short story done! I actually started this one several months ago in an attempt to get out of my writing slump, which didn't work out at the time. However, in the spirit of Omovember, I was able to finally see it through. I guess you could put this under the day 4 prompt of "Relieving themselves in the woods", I'm not exactly sticking to any plan regarding this, but it's the thought that counts, right?)

The Mondstadt Cliffside Incident Genshin Impact fanfiction by MasterXploder (Note: This story follows the Omovember Day 19 prompt "Desperate and in need of assistance." It is also inspired by artwork, shown within the story.) "Okay, just one camp left to go!" Amber, the sole Outrider Knight of Mondstadt, hiked through the woods with a smile and confident stride. Today had been a long day of patrolling the city's perimeter, locating hilichurl camps, and bringing the pain to the savage creatures before they got too close and endangered innocent lives. No one could tell that from the pep in her step, however, still as full of energy as when she began her quest. "That's a relief! Paimon was getting tired just watching you two do all that walking and fighting!" The fairy-like girl replied from behind as she floated alongside her traveler companion. He merely kept silent and stoic while he trailed behind. "Heh heh, well hope you both still have some strength left, because I saved the toughest part for last!" Right as she said that, the woods ahead cleared up to reveal a tall cliff, where she turned and faced her friends with hands on her hips. "Uh, Amber? Are you sure you went the right way?" asked Paimon. "I don't see a camp anywhere." "That's because it's a good several dozen feet above our location." She lifted a finger upwards. "This last camp has a good view of the trail you'd normally take to get up this mountain, so they'd see us coming. That's why we're going to get the drop on them by climbing this wall and attacking from their blind spot. They'll never know what hit them!" "Ohhhh," said Paimon as she looked up the side of the cliff. "That's actually a smart idea. Almost too smart. Are we really talking to Amber or a Fatui agent in disguise?" That line stung a little, but Amber didn't show it. "Well, if I was a Fatui agent, would I know the perfect recipe for flame-cooked Paimon stew?" "Hey, not you too! Paimon gets enough of that from him!" she whined, puffing her cheeks. "Well, I guess that's our Amber after all." "Yep, one-hundred percent Outrider Amber, that's me! Now speaking of food, let's get up this cliff so we can smash these monsters and be home in time for dinner." Her award-winning grin faltered for a moment. "Now, uh, would you mind going first? You're our swordsman, after all. Need you up front so I can line my shots up just right.” Paimon turned to the Traveler and said, "That, and she probably doesn't want you looking up at her heinie the whole way." "L-less talking, more climbing!" said Amber, her cheeks turning as red as her clothes. Thankfully, they listened to her and walked past, beginning to scale the wall, or fly alongside for moral support in Paimon's case. The moment they were no longer paying attention, Amber dropped her smile and placed a hand between her legs. As it turned out, Paimon was half right about having them go first. The other reason was so it'd be easier to hide her rapidly-growing problem. In all her adventuring today, Amber had not stopped at all to squat behind a bush and relieve her aching bladder. How could she, though? The Traveler had been with her since morning, and she always had her reservations about even mentioning she had to pee around a boy. Not just that, but she was part of the Knights of Favonius! She couldn't let a little piddle keep her from protecting the people of Mondstadt. She would hold it until they made it back to town, then beeline for the nearest public toilet and enjoy a well-deserved relieving squat for a job well done. That was the promise she made herself, and she was sticking to it no matter how full she got, and she was pretty darn full right now. "Just one more camp, that's it. You can do this," she told herself in a whisper. Putting her smile back on, she approached the sheer rock wall, thankfully riddled enough to make climbing a breeze for a seasoned adventurer like her. Staring at the cliff, Amber took a quick breath before jumping up and grabbing onto the wall, gripping hard and pressing her feet onto the rock with expert finesse. "Eep!" Already, she had reason to doubt her previous confidence. The sudden jolts went straight to her bladder, creating enough painful pressure to make her wince and clench up for a good few seconds. "Hey! You okay there?" yelled Paimon from above. In a flash, Amber looked up and smiled, seeing the two looking down from a fair ways up already. "Y-yup! Better keep climbing, or I might beat you to the top." The Traveler and Paimon merely shrugged and returned to climbing, letting Amber sigh and refocus on her current predicaments. This climb wasn't going to be as easy as she thought, but there was no turning back now. She'd grit her teeth and get through it. And so, Amber began the long climb to the top, one limb at a time. She kept a steady pace so as to stay safe and not tax her bladder any further. This proved easier said than done, unfortunately. The cliff might have been scalable, but it was full of tough spots that required total concentration and limb strength to safely traverse. Moments like having to leap upwards to reach another hole to latch onto, splitting her legs across footholds far from each other, and using her momentum to swing onto another crag when her path became blocked. The wind along the cliffs proved a challenge as well. Not only did the gusts make climbing more difficult, but they kept her chilly, something that never mixed well with a full bladder. These slowly but surely added up to a fatigue in all of her muscles, but especially the ones in her groin. With every shift and stop, the pressure only became stronger, robbing more of her focus and willpower. She tried, but her climbing speed inevitably slowed down, trailing behind her friends by a fair amount. The more time passed, the less confident Amber became in her holding abilities. Doubtful thoughts entered her head, filling her with worry as to what she was going to do if she couldn’t make it back to Mondstadt… no, not even make it up the cliff before her bladder gave out on her. Still, she knew deep down that she couldn’t let it beat her. A true knight never gave up, no matter how hard the going got, or how badly she wanted to go for that matter. Keep climbing, she kept reassuring herself, Keep going, don't stop, don't let it out, don't let it out, don't- "Ah!" Amber immediately locked in place. Despite her utmost efforts, her guard had wavered for just a moment, long enough to allow a good spurt to escape into her underwear, and possibly even her shorts. Amber thanked her fashion sense that they were dark and hard to see when wet. But that was absolutely not what she needed to be thinking about right now. With her hold weaker than ever, she was totally on the brink of wetting herself. She needed to get off this cliff as soon as possible. To her dismay, a quick glance above and below showed her that wasn't going to happen. After all her climbing and struggling, she was only halfway up the mountain, too far up to safely drop to the ground yet still too far from the top that she had any hope of making it before the dam fully burst. With that impossible, Amber thought of the only other thing she could do with the little time she had left: try and get her bottoms pulled down to safely let loose on the rock wall. It'd be embarrassing for sure, especially if her friends looked down, but not as bad as peeing her pants and giving the hilichurls a way to smell her coming. But that just wasn't possible, either. She could only use a single hand to undo her belt and zipper, then pull both her shorts and panties off, all while keeping a firm grip on the cliff to make sure she didn't fall off. Her glider would keep her from plummeting to her doom, but she absolutely would be causing a rainbow to appear from a little shower between her legs on the way down. It just wasn't happening. No matter how she looked at it, there was no way out of the emergency situation she had created for herself. A shimmer grew in her eyes as the despair set in, knowing her reputation and underwear was about to be forever stained. "Amber?" "Wah!?" Amber nearly jumped all the way up the cliff in surprise. There was Paimon, floating right next to her with eyes full of concern. "You doing okay?" she asked. Amber was well past the point of keeping up her appearance. "N-no, I'm not!" she replied in a shaky voice. "I'm… I'm about to pee my pants!" "Pee-pee? Oh no!" Paimon covered her mouth. Amber had a kindred spirit for how embarrassing such an act would be. "Is… is there anything I can do to help?" "Uh, I…" As Amber fixated on Paimon's hands, she could practically feel the spark of inspiration in her brain. "Yes! I need you to pull my bottoms down!" "Y-your bottoms!?" Now Paimon's face was as red as hers. "I can't do it myself. You're my only hope!" Amber looked her right in the eyes. "Paimon, as an Outrider Knight, I ask to p-please help me out in my time of need!" Paimon only hesitated for a moment before her brow furrowed in determination. "Leave it to me, Amber!" She quickly looked up and yelled "Hey! No peeking down here for a couple minutes!" Eep, I forgot about him! Amber could only hope her friend would respect her privacy even now. Paimon went straight to work, floating down to Amber's waist and getting her little hands around the bottom of her outfit. "How does Paimon get this off?" "T-the buckle is on the side. You gotta unhook it, just… don't pull too hard!" Mustering the last of her holding strength, Amber clenched down as Paimon's hands found and pulled on the loop. The extra squeeze was like agony on her bladder. "Got it!" The tightness suddenly gave way to a bit of slack as Paimon unhooked the belt, letting the strap dangle in the air. "O-okay! Now pull my shorts and underwear down together. Hurry!" "On it!" Amber winced a little when she felt Paimon's fingers found their way inside her bottoms, the first person other than herself to handle them. Little by little, she could feel them peeling and sliding off, gradually exposing more bare skin to the four divine winds of Mondstadt. Unfortunately, this seemed to make her bladder think it was about time to open up. Try as she might, Amber couldn't stop more little leaks from dribbling into her panties. She knew the flow was starting and wasn't going to stop until it was all empty. "Okay! You're free to pee!" Paimon's words were music to Amber's ears. Looking down, she saw a good many things: her shorts pulled to her knees, a light stain in her drawers, and a trickle already falling straight down, further wetting her clothes. "Aah!" She immediately went as low as she could, dropping her hands to a lower spot and thrusting her butt outwards so it hung beneath her knees. She didn't even have to consciously let go in this position; the trickle rose and widened into a powerful stream, arcing forward and eventually striking the cliff wall where it ran down in several rivulets, all accompanied by a loud hiss from below. Though she couldn't see it, a rainbow eventually formed below her. Art by an unknown artist whose pixiv account was deleted Several seconds passed before Amber realized she was holding her breath, so she let out a good, long sigh. Not that her peeing felt particularly good after all that holding, but with all her strength put into keeping her on the cliff, she had none to keep any sort of chipper facade going. "Th-thank you," she was able to mumble after a while, her stream remaining as strong as ever. She remained near motionless for what felt like forever, until her pee gradually petered out into mere drops falling off her rear. "Ugh, glad that's over." "Paimon bets that's a load off your mind and bladder." "Y-yeah, it is… wait." Amber remembered she wasn't alone for her pee time. "Please tell me you weren't watching while I… you know," she said with a grimace. "Ew, Paimon is not into something like that!” she replied, crossing her arms. “But if you had to tinkle so bad, why didn’t you just go before we started climbing? Paimon could have kept watch for you, you know.” “Right, about that…” Amber glanced away. “I should explain, but can we wait for a minute? My body’s getting pretty sore hanging like this.” “Oh, good idea. There’s a spot up ahead that you could sit and rest at for a minute. I bet my friend would like a breather too, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.” The thought of resting was far too alluring to resist, and Amber found herself smiling again for a moment. At least, until another gust of wind reminded her of something else to take care of first. “Um, but would you mind pulling my shorts back up?” “Your shorts? But you haven’t wiped yet!” said Paimon dramatically. “Considering how much I leaked, I don’t think it’s gonna matter all that much.” “If you say so.” Paimon did as she was asked, pulling Amber’s shorts up just enough to regain her modesty, all while her face was uncomfortably close to the knight’s derriere. Amber cringed when she felt the gross and already-cooling wetness along her groin, making her wonder for a moment if this still technically counted as wetting herself. Despite its grossness, she shook her head and tried to refocus on her goals. She absolutely had to see her quest through now, even if only to make up for this incident. Putting her determined face back on, Amber resumed her climb with a newfound passion born of embarrassment and retribution. “I’m here for my report!” Amber strode into Acting Grand Master Jean’s office in the Knights of Favonius headquarters with her head held high and a confident smile, the setting sun giving an orange hue to the room. “The quest was a success. The hilichurls have been cleared away, and the citizens of Mondstadt can sleep easy again. All in a day’s work!” she continued with her hands proudly on her hips. “Oh, Amber. I am… pleased to hear of this,” said Jean, her voice lacking its usual firmness and face full of hesitation, as though something were on her mind. Amber titled her head. “Huh? Is something the matter, Master Jean?” Jean seemed to be at a loss for words, a rarity for her. “Well, it actually has to do with your performance today.” “My performance? Was I not efficient enough at clearing the camps?” “No, you did well enough in that regard. Did you by chance scale a cliff east of the city today?” Amber could feel a bead of sweat forming on her brow. “Er, yes. I had to catch the last camp by surprise. Why do you ask?” “How shall I put this…” Jean put a hand to her chin. “It would seem one of the guards in the city towers claimed he saw something rather compromising through his telescope during his sweeps. Something I won't go into specifics about.” “H-he did?” The proud grin Amber had moments ago was completely gone, now replaced with a panicked frown and reddening cheeks. “Not only that, but it sounds like he bragged about it to a good many of his friends. It’s become quite a topic in the headquarters today. Even I heard of it in passing.” Jean looked at Amber and asked, “I wanted to ask you directly if there was any truth to his words.” Amber didn’t need to speak, for the despair in her eyes said everything, but she tried anyway. “Ah, um, I… j-just remembered I haven’t done my evening patrols yet! I better get to that real quick. C-catch you later, Jean!” “Amber?” asked Jean, but it was already too late. The girl had turned and bolted out of the office, running as fast as she could to get out of the building and city, doing her best to ignore the onlookers gazing at her the whole way through. She would not return to the city for several days. (A/N: Hey, it's been a while! Over a year since my last story upload here. In truth, I returned to writing a couple months ago, but the stories I've written probably wouldn't fly well with the ToS, so they were uploaded elsewhere. No matter, the important thing is I've crawled out of whatever slump I was in and will hopefully keep this renewed writing drive going for a long time. Let's see if I can get any of these other Omovember prompts turned into stories. I won't be doing them in any particular order, but it's the thought that counts, right?)

Standing Sammy The story of a young girl who learned to empty her bladder in a manner similar to the method which is used by the boys. --- It’s not always easy being a girl. In fact, it’s never easy. Between needing to be the most beautiful, or the most popular, it was an unending uphill battle. Either your phone isn’t cool enough, your clothes are too drab, or you don’t have more friends than a certain other someone. Sometimes you’re not as smart as the next person, simply because you didn’t answer the teacher first. A truly hopeless situation. But these are merely the most mundane of things that girls quarrel over. We haven’t even gone over the really important stuff! The worst judgment of all, is that if you do certain things in your spare time, as a hobby or whatever, you aren’t even a girl. However, since you still have girly bits, you’re clearly not a boy either. You don’t belong on either side of the fence. After all, girls should never play video games! It just isn’t a ‘girly’ activity. So here you are, uncomfortably sitting atop a fence, trying desperately to hang on to your perch while players from both sides are throwing things at you to get you to fall onto the opposite side. But that’s why the good Lord gave us video games, right? To ignore the trivialities of the world around us and become immersed in a world of fiction, viciously destroying NPCs in your JRPG of choice. And so, Sammy sat, entrenched deep into her bus seat, playing her 3DS, with her cap pulled down over her eyes just enough to where she didn’t have to make eye contact with anyone. “Can you even see what you’re doing like that?” asked Ben, hovering over Sammy’s shoulder. “Yes.” Sammy replied, without looking up from her game. “What are you playing?” Ben asked in a rude tone. “‘Fire Emblem’.” “Isn’t that the game that’s just like Final Fantasy, but worse?” Sammy remained silent, her only acknowledgement was to sink deeper into her seat. If she didn’t respond, maybe Ben would get the message. “You’re such a weirdo!” Ben laughed, “You should play a real game, like Call of Duty!” Ben waited. And waited. Then waited some more. Without so much as even a whimper from his target, Ben rolled his eyes, then sat back down. A year ago, Sammy might have started crying at the onset of ridicule, but if the truth be told, she was starting to become numb to it. Ben fancied himself the world’s authority on video games (like most boys) but even his own friends were getting pretty sick of him always tooting his own horn, as it were. Out of the corner of her eye, a familiar flagpole passed by outside of the window. Sammy sighed. The bus had arrived, and the time of solace was over. Now to endure another six-and-a-half hours of boredom until she could go back into the video game world. But for now… Sammy walked down the steps of the school bus, head hung low, cap pulled down. She then grasped the straps of her backpack, took a deep breath and proceeded to the front doors of the school. It was a deliberate tactic she used; when you avoid eye contact with other people, they tend to not engage you in conversation. If only that was enough though… unfortunately there are those who simply thrive off of the misery of others. There were a number of people Sammy preferred to avoid (more so than the usual person, that is); people who’s mere presence would make her feel uncomfortable. “Well look who it is!” said a condescending female voice. “It’s Sam!” Sammy halted her pace. It was the unmistakeable voice of Beatrice Hammond; Chestnut Elementary’s self-appointed most popular girl. She was in the fifth grade, just like Sammy, but known for her expensive clothes, phone, and flamboyant golden hair. More than her appearance, she was known for basically seeing herself as God’s gift to the world. Sammy continued staring at the pavement below, but in a soft voice, she replied: “My name… isn’t ‘Sam’.” “Please!” Beatrice laughed aloud. “‘Samantha’ is a girl’s name, and you clearly aren’t one! Even ‘Sammy’ is too girly of a name for a boy like you! You wear a boys’ cap, you wear that disgusting gray hoodie, and those faded, baggy jeans. What kind of a poor wretch are you to wear such filthy clothes? You can’t even be bothered to tie those scuffed-up sneakers of yours!” It was as if Beatrice’s day couldn’t begin until she stepped on someone and made them feel like dirt. A small crowd of other kids began to arrive to see the commotion. Their voices only a hushed, inaudible murmur, but Sammy didn’t need to hear them to know what they were talking about. It was in their nature, after all. Wanting to put someone else down in order to feel better about themselves. Sure, they weren’t as glamorous as Beatrice, but at least there was someone who was worse. The judgmental smiles… the condescendence… Sammy could feel it all pouring onto her as if she were being blasted by a fire hose. Beatrice walked up to Sammy. The loud girl was about two, maybe three inches taller than her… and she was making it known. “I guess this is what happens when you get your clothes from a dumpster.” Sammy’s teeth clenched, and her grip on the straps of her backpack tightened. Nevertheless, she couldn’t bring herself to meet Beatrice’s eyes. Like some inexplicable force was exerting itself upon her head, averting her gaze and altogether preventing their eyes from meeting. “Sorry…” Sammy mumbled. “I’ll just go…” “Go where?” Beatrice asked. “Back to the garbage where you found those clothes?” “Back off, Beatrice!” That voice… it was like hearing an angel sing amidst a choir of demons. “Hmph. Katie Pierce.” said Beatrice. “What do you want?” “I want you to leave Sammy alone!” Katie responded. “Why don’t you go pull the wings off of bugs instead?” Beatrice stood in front of Katie, who was about a head shorter than the domineering girl. But in that moment, Katie seemed bigger than Beatrice. Sammy couldn’t help but lift her gaze to see it. Katie was only in the fourth grade, and was pretty short for her age, but her will exceeded that of any other girl… no… any other child… hell, any other person at this school. The stare-off seemed to last for what felt like hours. But Katie wouldn’t back down, and even Beatrice knew that. But did that stop her? Certainly not. “If there’s any girl here who could truly be called a boy, it’s you, Katie Pierce.” Beatrice’s words were like a massive bludgeon, but Katie’s shield of will and stubbornness stood strong against the impact. “At least I don’t need to step on people to feel good about myself.” “No, you probably just rub your dick to feel good about yourself, like most boys.” Beatrice retorted. “You seem to know a lot about boys and dicks, Bea.” Katie said with a grin. “Got something you want to share?” Normally, none of the other kids would dare to laugh at Beatrice’s expense, but Sammy could tell that they were all trying to repress it. In this duel of words, Katie Pierce’s Falchion of Justice just pierced through Beatrice’s armor. The taller girl’s face flushed red. “I-Idiot! You don’t even know what you’re talking about!” Beatrice turned towards the school entrance and stomped off in a tizzy. Katie grinned in triumph, then walked over to Sammy and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You okay, Sammy?” “I’ll be fine…” Sammy said as her gaze returned to the ground. Katie’s grin slowly turned to a frown. “You know how Beatrice is; always trying to make people feel bad so she can feel good. But she has no right to treat you like that.” “It’s all right…” Sammy replied. “It doesn’t bother me.” “If you say so…” Katie sighed. “Hey, do you wanna hang out after school? I can’t get past the next gym leader in Omega Ruby, I could use some pointers.” Sammy smiled. “Sure. Where do you want to meet?” Katie shrugged her shoulders. “Let’s just hang out on the playground until they kick us out.” “Sounds good.” The two girls walked inside. Beatrice was nowhere to be seen, thankfully, but it was about five minutes until school officially started, so most kids were already heading to their homerooms. “Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Katie said. “What?” “Is it true that you can pee standing up? Like how boys do it?” Sammy’s face immediately turned red. “Wh-where did you hear that!?” “It’s just a rumor.” Katie answered. “But if it’s true…” “What about it?” Sammy stuttered. “Oh nothing,” said Katie. “I just think it’d be a cool trick to know. I swear some of the girls pee on the toilet seats on purpose. If I didn’t have to put my ass on the seat anymore, that would be so great.” “Oh…” Katie grinned, then bent over, looking under the visor of Sammy’s cap. “So is it true? Can you do it?” “W-Well…” Sammy’s arms began to shake. “I only did it once when I was little. Remember Kristen?” “Yeah.” “Well when we were outside in my backyard, we were playing that old kiddie pool we used to have, and we had to go to the bathroom. The door got locked somehow and my mom fell asleep inside so…” “So you guys peed outside, right?” Katie said. “Well one time I saw my cousin when he was peeing outside during a camping trip, and I joked to Kristen that I could do it too.” Sammy said, her face turning ever more red. “Then she told me I had to prove it.” Katie giggled quietly. “And did you?” Sammy nodded reluctantly. “The backyard is totally fenced off so I figured no one but Kristen would see me. I slipped off my swim suit, spread my legs a bit, pulled up my naughty parts and…” Sammy placed her hand on her crotch, then moved it outward, imitating the appearance of peeing. “psssshhh!” “And it worked!?” Katie asked excitedly. “Shhh! Not so loud…” Sammy said. “And yeah, it worked. I don’t know how it worked, but it worked.” “You have to show me how to do that!” “What!?” Sammy yelped. “That’s disgusting!” “Oh, come on!” whined Katie. “You showed Kristen, why can’t you show me?” “I was like, six years old then!” Sammy protested. “I didn’t know any better!” “Oh yes you did!” Katie punched her in the shoulder. “Don’t even try that!” “Come on, Katie!” Sammy whimpered. “I don’t want to…” she eyed a pair of nearby students, standing in front of the bathrooms who seemed to catch on to the nature of the conversation. “…to show something like that to another person.” “Oh, we’re both girls!” Katie argued. “You don’t have anything I haven’t seen a thousand times before!” Sammy sighed. For reasons beyond her comprehension, Katie really wanted to see her pee like a boy. And with how willful Katie could be, it was unlikely that she was going to take no for an answer. Besides… it wasn’t like she was showing a total stranger. Katie became a pretty close friend since the start of the school year, and always stuck up for Sammy against people like Beatrice. One thing Sammy always regretted was that she didn’t seem to have a way to pay back Katie’s courage, so as odd as it sounded, maybe showing her how to pee standing up was as good of a place as any to start. She did say she wanted to use that trick to avoid using a pee-covered toilet seat, after all… “All right.” Sammy conceded. “I’ll show you after school.” “No, show me at lunch!” Katie said. “We can go behind the computer lab!” “W-Well…” Sammy stammered. “I need time to… fill my bladder! It actually doesn’t work if I don’t have to go very badly!” Katie stepped to the side and gestured to the water fountain behind her that was placed directly between the doors of the boys and girls restrooms. Sammy closed her eyes and groaned. She couldn’t help but feel like she was digging her own grave here. Nevertheless, a promise was a promise. She walked over and took a long drink from the faucet. Ding… Ding… Ding… The three-chime, monotone ring of the school bell resounded over the intercom. “Oh shit!” Katie yelled and scrambled over to her classroom. “It’s already 8:30! Time to go! I’ll see you at lunch!” — Sammy placed her elbows on her desk, folded her hands, then placed her chin on her knuckles, gazing up at the clock. 9:28… It’s only been just over an hour… Sammy thought, but I barely have to go. I mean… I could probably pee right now if I wanted to… but I really don’t have to. Which means by the time lunch starts, I still won’t have to go very badly. I should probably get some more water. Sammy raised her hand. “Mrs. Flowers?” The older woman looked up from her desk. “Yes, Samantha?” Sammy shuddered at the sound of her full first name. She always hated it for it’s length alone, but when spoken aloud, it seemed like poison to the ears. “Can I please go to the bathroom?” “Yes you may.” the teacher replied. Sammy got up from her chair. Oh wow… standing up sure changes things! Sammy’s eyes widened as what felt like a great weight suddenly shifted it’s way towards her private zone. Maybe I have to go more badly than I thought! Still, it would be counter-productive to pee now. Sammy left the room and headed towards the water fountain in the hall. She took a few drinks, then headed into the bathroom. Sammy took a quick look in the mirror. Her dark hair was getting a bit messy, even under the cap; something that would probably have Mom in a furious fit; but having neat hair was one of those things that always seemed superfluous to Sammy. Having an utter rat’s nest was no fun, sure, but to have it all brushed, prim and proper every day was something that never really mattered to her. Better to just keep things in a ponytail, then hide the rest under the cap. A small chuckle escaped her lips as Sammy looked at her reflection. The shortage of makeup, the cap, the hoodie, the messy hair… Beatrice wasn’t entirely wrong. Sammy did look more like a boy than a girl. A typical girl, anyway. That was one of the things Sammy liked most about Katie; her complete lack of regard for gender stereotype. It wasn’t something you could tell by the way she looked though. Just today, she had pigtails in her hair, wore a bright pink skirt and a white long-sleeved shirt with a heart motif. Yet just the other day, she wore a baggy sweat shirt, loose jeans, and did almost nothing with her hair. Even in her behaviour, there were days when she was the absolute most proper girl you could have met, and then days like today where she could make sailors blush. There was something about Katie’s attitude on life that Sammy simply could not help but admire. Sammy’s thoughts were broken by the sound of liquid trickling into a pool within a porcelain bowl, and a more-than-slight tingle began to form within the confines of her lower body; the ever-so-subtle reminder that her bladder was filling, and it was about time to empty it. “Not yet…” Sammy whispered to her reflection. “I have a promise to keep.” she placed a hand on her belly and gave it a light pet. “Hang in there a bit longer, okay?” She exited the restroom, took a few more drinks of water, then returned to her classroom. — Time always seems to pass more slowly when you need to pee. Sammy’s passive gaze was turning into a hateful glare with each glance at the clock. 10:30… 10:33… 10:37… 10:39… time was having fun dragging its damn feet. God… I have to pee so bad… Sammy folded her arms over her desk and buried her chin in her sleeves as she began rock back and forth in her chair. Over the course of an hour, the need to pee had grown from a slight urge into an intrusive sensation which permeated her lower body. Mrs. Flowers was trying to explain long division to the class, going over a few of the tricks used to solve some of the more difficult problems the class encountered on the last quiz… but unfortunately for her and her long-winded explanations called “lessons”, it was really in-one-ear-and-out-other for Sammy. The only thing she could think about was the sweet release of urine pouring out of her body in the next hour. 10:41!? Why!? Sammy began to bite her sleeve. A wave of pain washed over her body, and she could feel her pee begin to snake its way out. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last! Her hands clenched into fists as she tightened every muscle in her lower body that she could. For now, that seemed to hold back the need, but could one keep this up for another forty-five minutes? “Samantha, would you please stop tapping your foot? You’re disrupting the entire class!” said Mrs. Flowers. Sammy didn’t even realize she was tapping her foot. The only thing on her mind right now was pee, after all. Pee, and the way it would be leaving her bladder. Okay… let’s try to think of something else… Sammy thought to herself. Let’s see… if I reclass Cordelia into a dark flier, that means I can teach her “Second Wind” and she’ll be able to attack twice in a single turn, then I can reclass her back into a falcoknight! If Sammy could count on anything, it was the ability of video games to take away the pain of everyday living. I wonder what it would be like to pee while riding a pegasus anyway… Another wave of displeasure started to wash over Sammy. Ah, shit! I thought about it again! Sammy retightened her lower body muscles; not a single drop would leave her body unless she allowed it. To hold it all this time only to have an accident at the end of class though… that would ruin everything. She sat back in her chair and crossed her legs. Maybe a new position would help things… Just need to go back to thinking about Fire Emblem… All right, now if I take Lucina and… “Samantha!” Sammy nearly fell out of her chair. “Y-Yes?” Mrs. Flowers frowned. “Dear, do you need to use the restroom again? You look awfully uncomfortable.” The rest of the class giggled. “N-No, Mrs. Flowers, I can hold it until lunch!” Sammy replied. “Then please, dear. Stop fidgeting and pay attention. We won’t be going over this again.” Well that was a shocking change. Most kids dread that the teacher won’t let them go to the bathroom when they really need to go, and now here Sammy was, needing to go, the teacher actually asking if she needed to go, and Sammy refused. 10:55… 11:00… 11:10… almost there. Sammy’s legs were squeezed together so tightly, you could crush metal between them. Come on! Only twenty minutes left! It was remarkable. In the span of only a few hours, the increase of Sammy’s need-to-pee had grown so much. Okay, just think about Fire Emblem! U-uhm… let’s see how many characters we can list. Let’s see, there’s Chrom, then there’s Lissa and Fredrick, and after that comes Virion and Sully, and then… “Wow, you really have to pee, don’t you?” asked Kelli, the girl sitting next to Sammy. “N-No!” Sammy protested. “I’m just… so unbelievably bored.” “Come on, everyone can see how hard you’re pressing your legs together.” said Kelli. Sammy looked to her right where Jason sat. He was looking at her hips out of the corner of his eye, but as soon as Sammy turned her head, his attention refocused on the teacher. The blush on his cheeks, however, remained. “It’s… for a bet.” Sammy said to Kelli. “That’s all I’m going to say!” Kelli rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Hope you don’t have an accident.” Me too… Sammy thought. The poor girl placed a clenched fist over the groin of her pants as she rocked back and forth in her chair. She was reaching the bursting point. If lunch time didn’t roll around soon, she wouldn’t be able to stop it. Please don’t let me pee myself… please don’t let me pee myself! Then finally… it happened! That familiar chime which signaled the end of class and the start of lunch. It was finally 11:30. Sammy stood straight up, then stopped. Wait, I don’t want to alert others as to how badly I have to pee. If they see me not go the bathroom when I clearly have to pee, someone’s going to think something’s wrong! And so instead, with as much composure as she could muster, Sammy carefully walked to the door, and out of the classroom. However, instead of turning left towards the restrooms, she turned right to the exit. Sammy pushed open the double doors and headed outside. It was a fairly expansive outdoor area in this school. Each wing of the building had a set of double doors which lead to it. From the wing Sammy’s classroom was, if one turned immediately left, she would find two concrete basketball courts. Beyond those were two sets of playgrounds; one intended for the younger grades, and one intended for older grades. If one turned right and traveled a few steps, she would find a large field, nearly three acres in total area, all of which was completely enclosed by a wire fence on atop a red brick wall. The field was not Sammy’s intended destination, however, but instead the computer lab that lay just before it. It was a remote building which was not actually connected to the main complex, and if one was careful about it, one could hide back there with a friend or two without attracting the attention of the recess teachers. Sammy quickly slipped behind the building. Luckily, recess and lunch happened simultaneously, so one could have recess first and then eat later if she so chooses. And so, hopefully, Katie would make her appearance soon and Sammy could at last relieve her aching bladder. “Come on, Katie, where the hell are you!?” she murmured. Sammy’s hand, free of the gaze of others, unashamedly clasped her crotch. The desperate girl hopped in place as she fought with all her will not to pee where she stood. “Wow, you’re here already.” Katie walked around the corner. “You ready?” “Yeah,” said Sammy. “I’ve been needing to pee since about 9:30” “Let’s not waste any time then.” Sammy took a deep sigh. She moved her hands to buttons of her jeans, then froze. In spite of how desperate to pee she was, the idea of undressing here was still paralyzing her. “Oh man… what if someone comes around the corner and sees me?” “The longer you wait,” Katie replied, “The more likely that is to happen!” “I know but…” Sammy whined. “I have to take my pants all the way off or else I’ll pee in them!” “Fine, then do it!” said Katie. “I’ll hold onto them for you. I’ll also stand here at the corner and keep a lookout, all right?” Sammy nodded slowly, then unbuttoned her jeans. She pulled them down to about her kness, the stopped and looked at Katie pleadingly. “You sure we can’t do this in the bathroom?” “Will you stop arguing and go!?” Katie asked in an emphatic whisper. As quickly as she could, Sammy yanked off her pants and underwear, slipping them past her shoes, then picking them up and handing them to Katie. “I’ll just pee on the wall, okay?” Sammy said. Katie nodded in silence as she watched Sammy’s bare half of her body. The poor girl was absolutely red in the face, but in spite of her shyness, she spread her feet apart roughly 24 inches, Sammy then bent her knees and leaned back slightly. “Do you have to stare so intently?” she asked. “It’s… not every day you get to see a girl pee like this.” Katie answered. “I’m really curious if you can pull this off, that’s all.” Sammy took another deep breath, then placed her hands just above her groin. She then took the index and middle fingers of both hands, placed them onto her private area, and pulled them open. “Here it comes!” she announced. The feeling of that great liquid mass began to shift inside of her, and snake its way through the passages of her most precious area, until at last, a pale fluid began spraying forth from between her legs. For a few brief seconds, it was spraying onto the inside of her right thigh, but as Sammy began to apply a little more force from her urinary muscles, the stream began to correct itself and soar across the air in a more perpendicular manner. The light brown concrete walls of the building quickly darkened as Sammy’s pee splattered across it, flowing downward and pooling up onto the pavement below. “Wow…” Katie remarked, eyes wide, mouth agape. “You’re actually… peeing like a boy…” “I know!” Sammy said with a nervous giggle. “I didn’t think I could do it again, to be honest! Look how high I can make it go!” She pulled up on her privates a bit more while bending back a little further, and sure enough, she managed a bit more of an arc in her urination; the area where her pee was actually making contact with the wall was just above her knees, which seemed pretty amazing considering she was standing at least four feet away. It wasn’t as if there was a basis of comparison, but Sammy was willing to wager that it wasn’t a common feat for most girls. “That’s… amazing…” Katie said, her voice just above a whisper. “Well… there you go!” Sammy said as her stream began to shrink away. “Now you know my secret power!” The steam of pee finally diminished to a few mere dribbles, and Sammy shook her hips to get the last of it off of her body. “Aw man, I pissed on my leg a little…” She lifted her right leg and tried to shake off a bit of the excess urine. “I’ll have to go to the bathroom and wipe that off.” extended her hand towards Katie. However, the younger girl was still staring at the splatter of urine which adorned the wall. You’d think she saw a unicorn or something. The look on her face was pure shock. At last, she snapped out of her catatonic state. Upon seeing Sammy’s extended hand, she gave a subconscious high-five. “No, idiot!” Sammy whispered angrily, “Give me my clothes back!” “O-Oh!” Katie quickly handed the pants and panties back to Sammy, when they heard a small gasp from the other side of the building. Both Sammy and Katie turned their heads to see, and there stood another girl, peeking around the corner, with a look similar to the one Katie had a moment ago. “Oh God!” Sammy squealed, quickly pulling her the bottom of her hoodie over her exposed genitals. “Did you…” The other girl stammered, “Did you just pee… like a boy!?” “I…” Sammy froze, her face still with terror. No other words would leave her mouth. “That is soooo cool!!!” the girl screeched. “I have to tell the Boss!” “No don’t!” Katie exclaimed, but as the words left her mouth, the unknown girl ran off in the other direction. “Get back here!” Katie was about to run towards her when Sammy grabbed her by the back of her shirt. “Don’t you dare leave me here alone!” “But… that girl…” It was too late. That moment of pause was all that girl needed, and she disappeared through the double doors leading to the cafeteria. As quickly as she could, Sammy slid her panties back on, then her pants. But that was precious enough time for that girl to tell any number of people what she just saw. “What now?” Katie asked. “I don’t know,” Sammy said. “I was thinking I’ll probably kill myself because it beats dying of humiliation and ridicule.” “Sammy…” Katie said in an apologetic voice, “I’m sorry! I didn’t think anyone would see us back here if we were quick enough…” Sammy shook her head. “It’s not your fault, Katie. I could have said ‘no’ but I didn’t.” She looked at the playground, then to the school, then back to the puddle of urine she created. What started as a brave gesture for a friend had just turned into one of the most humiliating moments of Sammy’s entire life. Who knew what the next moment would bring? -- Author's note: Thank you to Firefox for helping with the editing process.

As I mentioned in my intro topic, I'm quite a fan of the old cartoon, Code Lyoko, along with its continuation, Code Lyoko Evolution. Sadly, I've seen very few pee-related fics about CL (none on this site). So I took it upon myself to write myself a few fics based on ideas I had for such scenarios, especially since the show gives so much to work with. I've made five so far with plenty more ideas to come. The first five will be made in one post, each under a spoiler tag for the sake of organization. Every story after that will be made as a separate post on this topic. Includes underage characters, but nothing sexualized. I'm open to all concrit and ideas, especially given that I'm not the best writer. So without further ado. Chapter 1: Yumi In the Garden Chapter 2: The Contest Chapter 3: Sissi's Revenge Chapter 4: Yumi's Stand Chapter 5: Hiroki and Johnny's Predicament.

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