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Here is a drawing i decided to do of May from Pokemon. For those familiar with my art, you'll notice this is more detailed than i'm used to. I'm trying to improve my artwork with shading, and i'm learning a bit on how to draw environments. I look forward to any comments and criticism on my work. Without further adieu, here is, May.

The Kalos region was famous for its beautiful weather, friendly people, and of course, the pokemon that were local to it, all of which Ayumi couldn’t wait to see. Coming from Pallet Town had made travel seem exotic and exciting to the adventurous young woman, and despite having gone through most of her own region by herself, she was all too happy to spend some time exploring the rest of their wonderful, beautiful world, although she was especially excited about picking Kalos to begin her adventure due to one reason: the giant rock that was situated firmly in Anistar City. Well, technically it wasn’t a rock! It was a huge sundial, something that kept time through Anistar City better than any clock that ticked merrily inside of the many buildings in the area. She’d heard rumors as well, through Professor Oak and the others in Kanto that had been through Kalos, that there was something more to its purpose than just keeping time. Ayumi was excited to see what secrets it held, and she practically hopped off of her flight in order to find her bags and be on her way. The Santalune airport was clean and bright, and Ayumi was able to find her way fairly easily, her blue skirt flouncing around her thighs as she hopped and skipped through the different sections. She’d dressed for the sunny day outside by keeping things simple and light: a black and white t-shirt that was sure to let her body breathe, and the same blue skirt that made her legs feel breezy and free. It was just modest enough to tell everyone she came across that she was simply another adult pokemon enthusiast, not a little girl on her own. Both the skirt and her shirt helped as she hurried toward the baggage claim, panting from the exertion and heat, and after picking up her bag she was off. While Ayumi was very happy to find her own way, she also realized halfway through looking at one of the airport maps that she might have been in over her head. Kalos was a whole new environment, after all, and she was probably better off asking for directions from a local. Spotting a Pokemon Center nearby allowed her to let out a breath of relief. Those were always present in every region, and she could get handy, reliable advice and directions from the nurse there. Plus, she might meet some cute pokemon in the process! It was decided: she would go to the Pokemon Center to ask for the best route to Anistar City. Of course, while she could have called for another kind of transportation, she squinted at the sunlight and decided it would be much more pleasant to walk. The day was beautiful, after all, and she had no idea who she might run into. The sun was warm and felt good on her exposed skin, but as she walked, the slight breezes were beginning to pick up. They tugged at her skirt like they were asking her to play, and she tamped it right back down as she marveled at the new sights and sounds around her. Seemingly annoyed with her, a gust of wind took advantage of her inattentiveness to blow her skirt up suddenly, and she squeaked with surprise. Underneath her skirt was a thick, padded pair of what almost looked like underwear from a glance. It was printed with small eevees that beamed at passersby and shone in the bright sun. However, both Ayumi and anyone who saw it for more than a few seconds would know that it wasn’t a specially engineered pair of panties, but a diaper. They’d recognize the sticky tabs and the rounded puffs of padding that swelled between Ayumi’s slender thighs, and Ayumi would be mortified. She blushed as she tamped her skirt down again, giving it a mental scolding. She was practically the color of a flareon herself! She didn’t know what would happen if anyone saw her like that, and looked around to make sure nobody had. Luckily, from the chatter of the people she passed, nobody had noticed a thing (or they were too polite to look under a woman’s skirt). She breathed out a sigh of relief. Ayumi had begun to wear diapers since she’d found that she didn’t have a very good bladder, and when she had to pee, she really had to pee. Most of the time, peeing fast and being a good adventurer didn’t mix, so she wore the diapers. And even if she tried to make them as cute as she could, they were still embarrassing. The embarrassment over possibly being found out stayed with her throughout her walk, and she found that she was less likely to check if she was following the map’s directions and more likely to look around just in case someone saw the bottom of her diaper. The breeze wasn’t really letting up, either, and the nerves coursing through her system made her bladder react accordingly. Soon, she was shivering and pressing her thighs together insistently, feeling the warm liquid slosh inside of her, and she really needed to find a bathroom. But as she looked around, she realized with increasing horror that she didn’t recognize a thing. She was supposed to have passed a certain landmark a few steps back, but she only saw trees and unfamiliar buildings. What was worse was that somewhere along the line, she tried to retrace her steps and the wind tugged the map right out of her nervous grip. She watched, helplessly, as the map flew away from her, knowing that running might make her have an accident. The only thing more mortifying than having someone see her with a diaper on was to have the diaper filled up with her pee. She had to hold it in, even though it was getting harder and harder to think about things that weren't released, and the sound of trickling water and the feeling of something warm and wet pressed up against her most private spot. Rubbing her thighs together so hard she might start a fire with them, she bit her lip and tried not to walk too strangely, her head swiveling to try and find a place to relieve herself. Strangers walked by, but Ayumi wasn’t going to ask any of them. She had already been convinced that they either had already seen her in her diaper or that they were going to, especially with the wind picking up. Sweating a little and shaking as she walked, she wandered around the unfamiliar landscape before she saw something that looked a little like a bathroom sign from around the corner. Ayumi, by now thoroughly miserable and desperate, picked up her pace to try and beat her bladder before it decided it had enough. Unfortunately for poor Ayumi, she bumped into a person on the way. Another young woman, in fact, with long blue hair and a stylish pink outfit. That was all Ayumi could see before she fell back, and as she hit the ground hard, she found that her legs were spread and that her skirt was hiked up to her waist. That meant that the stylish other woman, whoever she was, could see Ayumi’s eevee diaper. She immediately moved to cover her face, pleading with herself to wait just a little longer, that this wasn’t the time. But her body refused to listen. To make matters worse, the jolt to her bladder had made it release out of shear strain, and the eevees on her diaper began to turn into jolteons to signal that she had made a mess of her diaper. The feature was great for new mothers, but they only added to Ayumi’s shame as she began to feel that familiar warm, wet feeling against her front, the puffs of absorbent material swelling outward as she began to pee herself directly in front of this stranger. Ayumi began to feel the hot burn of tears behind her eyes, and she let them fall, soaking her hands like she was soaking her diaper, and generally feeling very hot and wet and slippery as a result. This was terrible. Of course, the other party was feeling something as well, but it wasn't necessarily shaming. The stylish girl’s name was Dawn, and she was a fellow pokemon enthusiast with her own share of secrets. Watching the strange girl wet herself in front of her, though, was something that she had never seen before, and she doubted she ever would again. But on top of that, she was speechless for another reason: she was a kind girl, and she didn’t want to say anything to exacerbate the other girl’s shame. Instead, she sat there and watched her diaper fill up, the slight yellow tint of pee to the ballooning swell of the padding, and opened her mouth and closed it a few times. There was really nothing she could say without waiting politely for the other girl to finish what she was doing first. When the quiet sound of water trickling had stopped, and the ballooning of the diaper had reached its peak and was now beginning to sag between her legs, Dawn got up from where she’d fallen as well and extended a hand to this poor other girl. “Hey, it happens,” said Dawn, trying to be supportive. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t say a thing -- ” And then, in the next moment, the wind picked up again. Dawn, who was wearing a very short pink skirt, felt the breeze blow it up and into her top, exposing her own padded white garment. It had a Piplup displayed proudly between her thighs, and she gasped as she tried to push her skirt right back down again, at least to cover the Piplup. Unfortunately, she was unsuccessful for a few seconds, and she noticed that the other girl was suddenly looking at Dawn’s diaper and at Dawn with round, tear-filled eyes. Dawn turned bright red and finally secured her skirt, but she had to stop for a moment, looking down at the unfamiliar girl and her filled diaper. It was almost mesmerizing, to be honest. The other girl was extremely cute, probably from someplace in the countryside given the plain makeup of her outfit, but what really caught Dawn’s attention was the almost seductive curve of the diaper between her legs. It was just so round and soft-looking, and she felt something stir inside of her at the thought of that warm wetness, her own thighs rubbing together in a strangely compelling way. Wait, what was she saying! What was she thinking! She shook her head quickly and pulled the other girl up into her arms, and gave her a tight, reassuring hug. She murmured words of comfort and friendship into the other girl’s ear, being gentle with the now full diaper she felt trapped between their bodies, and only pulled back when she felt the quiet sobs and shaking of the other girl begin to slow. Eventually, she pulled out a handkerchief from her bag and offered it to the other girl with a small smile, nodding at her encouragingly. That was it, she shouldn’t cry, nobody was hurt. No harm is done. And knowing that they were both wearing the same kind of thing also helped, though Dawn didn’t say this out loud. She knew it helped her, though. Dawn asked her if she needed any help getting cleaned up, that same stirring in her body, and the girl shook her head. “I can do that later when I get to the Pokemon Center,” she explained. “I need to go find out how to get to someplace, and then I can relax and clean myself up.” Dawn nodded, although she was curious about what the girl wanted to do in Kalos. She almost assumed it was because of the sundial in Anistar City, but she didn’t want to be rude. Maybe she had family here? Or she wanted to see the pokemon that were in the area? They weren’t exactly walking off the beaten path, but Dawn was pretty sure she could help with any and all of those things. Instead of saying all of that, though, she just agreed to help the girl find the Pokemon Center, and they set off together down the trail. “So, what’s your name? Where are you from?” asked Dawn, trying to keep the mood light. She knew from past experience that wearing a wet diaper wasn’t fun, and the wetness was going to make walking uncomfortable. Distractions were good, especially when she herself couldn’t stop thinking about the girl’s diaper. “Ayumi,” said the girl, still sniffling. She had since taken Dawn’s handkerchief and was dabbing delicately around her eyes. “I’m from Kanto. Pallet Town.” “Ayumi, huh?” Dawn nodded, smiling. “Nice to meet you! I’m from Twinleaf Town myself, in Sinnoh. My name is Dawn.” “Nice to meet you, Dawn,” said Ayumi, though her voice had become painfully shy under the cheerful demeanor she put on. She was still embarrassed. “So, you’re not from here, either.” “Nope,” admitted Dawn. “But exploring it is really fun, don’t you think?” “I don’t know, I just got here, actually,” said Ayumi, laughing awkwardly. “I’m glad I found someone like you to help show me the way.” “Oh, exciting,” said Dawn, beginning to talk about all of the amazing parts of Kalos. On their way, they passed a woman that was taller and somewhat slimmer than the two of them, and she glanced at the slowly warming dynamic between the two as they talked and laughed. She wore her very long, dark brown hair in two large sock buns above her ears, longer locks of them hanging loose to her waist and shorter locks framing her face. She was uncommonly pretty, with large, dark blue eyes like the sea, and with skin so pale and peachy it looked like she’d almost never seen the sun except for that little bit of color she held. And she was stylish as well. She drew Dawn’s and Ayumi’s eyes for that reason to start because she was dressed so nicely, starting with the pink and white visor on her slender brow. Under that, a salmon pink tank top was tied at the back of her neck with a floppy bow. Over that, she’d chosen to wear a white quarter length top, its lines hugging her body, and with sleeves that were a beautiful ice blue. In the center of the white was a salmon pink semi-Poké Ball that overlaid her modest chest. On the bottom, she wore mustard yellow shorts that were flared, with frills enough to decorate a modest evening dress. Down her long, peachy legs, a set of salmon pink socks helped to complete the look, and it ended with a pair of hi-top shoes that were an icy blue and white with the same mustard color of her shorts being echoed in the laces. Her accessory, as stylish as the rest of her, was a large salmon pink and white handbag, its strap black and hanging off of her shoulder in a very cool and casual manner. Ayumi would have probably been content to note how good she looked in her outfit, but she noticed something just a little curious about what she could see under the shorts if she looked closely enough. Slowing Dawn down in the middle of her talk, Ayumi watched as something smooth and white was revealed to her, and she could see that it was padded. Even more, intrigued, she almost asked Dawn if they could turn back to see what the girl was doing, but soon enough they were walking through the sliding doors of the Pokemon Center and she lost her chance. Nurse Joy, as that was what her name tag called her, was cheerfully manning the front desk. Dawn and Ayumi walked up to her in more of a rush than they probably needed to, but they had made it pretty clear that Ayumi needed help. More tears rushed to her eyes at the sight of someone who could help her with her little problem, and Dawn explained the situation to Nurse Joy, who put a hand to her mouth and nodded solemnly. “Well, of course, I can help with that,” she said in a sweet, motherly voice. “Come with me, Ayumi. I’ll make sure you get a change and that you’re all clean again.” And Ayumi, nodding gratefully at both her and at Dawn, and followed her into another room. Dawn called after her that she would be waiting just in case Ayumi needed any other help. Dawn, now alone, thought about why she was waiting at all. Of course, she wanted to help a fellow enthusiast, but was that all there was to it? She rubbed her thighs together as she felt her bladder slowly filling up itself. Wetting wasn’t really something she needed to do here, as it was the Pokemon Center and she could use any of its restrooms. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ayumi’s diaper, and the interest and pull she felt toward it. She wanted to see more of it. Hopefully, traveling with Ayumi herself would give Dawn another chance to look at it, even if the thought itself was super embarrassing. She felt her bladder nudging her insistently once more. She really needed to piddle. There was a restroom very nearby, just a few steps away, really, but the more she thought of Ayumi’s diaper the more she felt like sitting right where she was. Trapped by her own interest and desires, Dawn blushed hard as she felt the rush of fluid coming out of her body, and her own diaper began to balloon outward, swelling with liquid and that same yellow tint from before. The warmth and the wetness had made it clear that she had now wet herself as well.

I remember about 8 years ago there was an image in the gallery i can't find anymore. It showed misty looking embarrassed as she wet her sleeping bag. From what i remember thee was also a sleeping pikachu in the image. The image looked hand drawn and was entirely in black and white. If anyone has this image it would be greatly appreciated if someone could upload it here.

(My first story, I may do these whenever I don't have time for requests. Anyways, enjoy!) A Braixen was lounging on her couch, casually scroll through her phone. As well as sipping down her 3rd cup of orange soda. She had a rough last few days at work, so she was taking her weekend to just relax however she wanted. She was just scrolling through her feed, eventually feeling a slight twinge in her bladder. "Ugh.. Gotta wee.." She said to herself, but her position was just too comfortable, she didn't feel like getting up. She decided to just ignore it for now, knowing she could hold it. As she continued to scroll she came across a few images of beautiful looking waterfalls and springs. She admired them for awhile, marveling at their beauty. But the thought of flowing waters reminded her of the need slowly building, so much so that she couldn't help but slighty shift her legs around at the thought. After awhile of this, she could start to feel her bladder filling at a fairly fast past, realizing she really couldn't hold it anymore, she reluctant got up, doing a tight walk with her legs just a little clutched together as she made her way to the restroom. Braixen put her paw on the door, turning the knob only to find it stuck. She blinked, then turned it again. Still stuck. She had no clue what to do or how to feel, she kept turning the knob as if she it wasn't real, but it was. The bathroom was locked, which meant no toilet access, which also meant, no peeing. Braixen whinned, not knowing what to do or how the door was locked. The door had a lock on it, on the inside. "H-how is it locked? I-it only locks inside!" She said to herself, subconciously rubbing her legs together. Braixen made her way back to the couch, waddling and sitting down to think of what she could do now. She tried to think fast, but her bladder was distracting her. She had her paws pressed against her croch, her legs shaking back and forth. Those sodas had gone straight through her, faster than she expected. Braixen thought of a few potential options, maybe she could go in the kitchen sink? No no, she wouldn't be able to climb on the counter without leaking... Maybe she could go in the garden? That won't work... She couldn't risk getting spotted. As she contemplated her options, her need to go continued to rise, she crossed her legs tightly, clutching her croch as she tried her very best to keep it in. She knew she was running out of time. Her bladder threatening to burst right then and there, but she managed to prevent her flow, giving her more time to think. She eventually had an idea, she got up, waddling her way back towards the bathroom door. Trying again at the knob to be sure, but to no avail. She opened up a nearby closet, pulling out a wrench. She went back to the door, and with her legs still crossed, she tried to pry the door open. She didn't care if she broke her door, she couldn't bare the thought of wetting herself, even if she was alone. She pulled and pulled, hoping the lock would give. But it didn't, and as a large wave if desperation hit her, she dropped the wrench, grabbing at her crotch and doing a pee dance, trying to hold it all in. She felt a leak drip into her paw, knowing time was almost up. In panic, she picked up the wrench, shoving it straight through the door, a huge hole carved through it. Braixen frantically put her hand through it, looking to unlock the door from outside, she eventually was able to do so, opening the door immediately. There she saw her savior, the clean, white surface of the toilet. But, as she took one step towards the toilet bowl, she froze. Her bladder had had enough, and before she could do anything to stop it, the floodgates opened up. Her bladder letting out all the pent up liquid inside. She knew she couldn't stop it, so she let it flow, she couldn't help but laugh at the fact she had put in hole in her door because of all of this. "Today was quite eventful... Guess I got some cleaning to do.. As well as calling a repair mon.." (Hope that was enjoyable! If it was I may write some more stories in the future!)

Alrighty so time for some context. Earlier during the day before this event I posted on a getdare forum page. This one to be exact https://www.getdare.com/bbs/showthread.php?t=140275. You can probably see where this is going. Alrighty so without further a do, it’s story time. I was walking through my usual route for Pokemon go. It’s a route not too far from my house and has a lot of pokestops and gyms on it so it’s pretty good considering. I got to my usual rest stop, a stone circle in the middle of a woods that very few people seem to go too but it’s also a pokestop. There’s a couple of benches around and the area is quite nice so I took a seat like I usually do. At this point I thought “hey, why not scroll through the forum and post a couple of things, maybe browse a bit. Now me being an idiot I forgot I posted on the pee now thread. I clicked on it and then instantly remembered. See somebody had replied to the thread, and as the thread rules state... well, I had too pee my pants there and then. So, still sat down I got myself into a good position and just let it flow. Luckily, since I’ve been home alone the past few days and have gotten used to peeing my pants on command, it was pretty easy. But that’s not where it stops. Somebody walks in right as I finish peeing. He’s with his dog which decides to run straight over to me. I panicked a little so I stood up and dashed to the nearest rock, not considering that the evidence was very much still there. There was a very fresh, still dripping wet patch on the seat and floor where I just was. What that guy must have saw was somebody jump out of there seat, look over, and then see the fresh puddle that was right underneath where they were sat. I sort of awkwardly stood around until he left, pee still dripping down my legs from my very wet shorts. Needless to say it was a fun venture, and afterwards? I just carried on playing Pokemon. The wet patch was kinda noticeable but after getting caught mid accident, it didn’t bother me. hope you enjoyed this lil story.

So, I did this before, but closed it due to lack of interest. But, I've decided to re-do it! I'll keep it open as long as I feel like this time, hopefully this will go better than before. Same rules: Tell me which pokemon Tell me the gender Tell me what clothes you'd like them to be wearing (if any) Tell me the wetting/holding scenario you'd like them to be in Go wild! Multiple requests are allowed. All requests will be digital sketches.

(A/N: This year's first commissioned work is done, and in only about a week's time, holy smokes! This story is loosely based on a set of pages from the original PM Gals! doujin by the group Gambler Club. While the general path and conclusion is different, the idea is the same.) Learning to Stand and Deliver Pokemon Advanced Generation fanfiction by MasterXploder With thanks to Sake, Biku, RowletForSenator, and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Note: Contains explicit mention of underaged genitalia and peeing... like, a lot of peeing. Reader discretion advised) Today could not have been a more perfect day to walk through the forests of the Hoenn region. Sunny skies, fair temperature, and a pleasant breeze kept people and Pokemon alike invigorated in their travels. Indeed, it was not an uncommon sight to see a pretty Pokemon or two going about between the trees, whether they were looking for food or just wanting to explore the world at their own pace. May, the novice Pokemon trainer and contest competitor, certainly kept her eyes on the woods as she walked along the trail with her friends. However, she wasn’t just looking for a new Pokemon to catch and train, but also for a little more personal reason. Ugh, I have to pee, she thought with a frown, a hand idly resting near her groin. Her other hand held a tall water canteen, almost empty from the long walk they had been on. Even in the sun, enough time had passed for that water to make its way into her bladder, and now a dull throb kept distracting her from enjoying the walk. May let out a quiet sigh. The next town was still about a day away, and there wouldn't be any bathrooms to make use of along the way. No, she'd have to squat behind a tree or bush, which was not something she was looking forward to. She'd done it plenty of times already, ever since her mom first taught her how when she was little, but squatting was just a pain in the butt for her. She didn't like the strain it put on her legs, and it always carried a risk of something going wrong, like losing balance and falling on her rear, or getting caught by a wild, aggressive Pokemon. She didn't even want to think about if a boy saw her with her shorts down. Like it or not, she was gonna have to answer nature's call in its domain soon. Might as well take care of it sooner rather than later, she figured. Coming to a stop, May opened her mouth to speak. "Uh, hey guys?" That wasn't her. Instead it came from Ash Ketchum, the boy walking behind her. May, along with her brother Max and the rookie breeder Brock, turned around. There was Ash, with a hand between his legs and one knee rubbing against the other, carrying a nervous smile. His Pikachu rested on his shoulder, also looking a bit embarrassed at his owner. “Could we maybe stop for a minute? I gotta go again!” he said, his eyes shut. A bead of sweat ran down everyone’s head. Business as usual with Ash, huh? May thought to herself. “You could’ve asked us anytime if it’s that bad, you know,” said Brock. “Sorry, I was so busy keeping an eye out for wild Pokemon, I wasn’t paying attention!” “It’s a shame we can’t teach him the Endure move,” said Max with a sigh. May giggled a bit at the joke. “Well, I can’t blame him. I could use a little pit stop, myself,” she said, giving a little wiggle to her hips. “I see…” Brock looked at May more intently than usual. This stare was quickly broken by a glare and growl from Max. “Uh, then let’s take a break! Guys on one side of the road, girls on the other?” “Works for me!” Ash was quick to depart for the trees, still holding onto himself. “Well, if everyone else is stopping, I may as well too. I mean, I could have held it for a while, but still,” said Max, following after Ash. There was a noticeable stiffness to his walk. May kept a close eye on Brock as he walked into the woods as well, making sure he was fully out of sight. Once that happened, she placed a hand to her groin, now that no one was around to watch her squirm a little. Alright, let’s get this over with, she thought, turning to the woods behind her. She stepped forward, only to immediately come to a stop before walking into a bush of poisonous leaves. “Eep, close one!” She backed up immediately and looked for another way around. Unfortunately, this plant was notorious for growing in large batches, and there seemed to be bushes of the stuff everywhere on her side. Even if she found a detour around, she didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be more out of plain sight. That was the last thing she wanted near her exposed legs, rump, and “Little Shellder” as her mom called it. With a sigh, May turned around and walked into the boys’ side of the forest, where not a single poison bush could be seen. She didn’t like the thought of being exposed around them, but if anything, she could trust Max to keep a tight rein on them. Besides, as long as she headed in at a different angle, there would be little chance they’d bump into each other. Or so she thought. As she passed a tree, May noticed some colors contrasting with the greens and browns of the woods in the corner of her eye. She immediately looked, hoping it would be a new Pokemon, but instead found something very different. Standing with their backs angled towards her were Ash, Brock, and Max, all three in the process of relieving themselves. She could see their streams, steady and uniform like a Mudkip’s Water Gun except more yellow, leaving from between their legs and making all kinds of noises as they fell into a bush, scattering the liquid everywhere. Ash looked relieved as expected, but Brock was smiling too, and especially Max seemed happy with how much he was finally able to let out. Even Pikachu got in on it, standing on his hind legs and tinkling onto a tree bark, his head held up and a long “Piiiiii~” escaping his open mouth. May’s face went red instantly. This was not a sight she was expecting to see today. Perhaps the crazier thing, however, was that she didn’t want to look away. Despite growing up with Max, this was the first time she had ever seen a boy peeing… and they were standing up. Did they really not need to squat down like she did, at least for going number one? It looked so effortless, with practically zero chance of falling over or getting a poison leaf on their place down there, which she thankfully couldn’t see from here. If only she could do something like that… Wait! It was like a Torchic used Flash to light up something inside her brain. She didn’t know what boys had, but who really said she couldn’t pee standing up too? Maybe she needed to take an extra step or two, but if there was even a chance she could make it work, then it was definitely worth trying. And what better time to test it out than now? Watching the boys relieve their bladders made her own throb a little harder, reminding her of her original reason for coming here. Putting her legs together, she snuck away and let the boys finish up by themselves. She didn’t stop until she had put more than a few trees and bushes between them; they would practically have to be right on top of her to catch what she was gonna do. Her privacy secured, May had to wonder exactly how this would work. She definitely lacked whatever boys had to aim it forward. The only way she could probably shoot it out like that was if she was leaning back on a log with her legs spread wide and underwear totally off. No, it was gonna come out straight down, which meant she needed to have absolutely nothing in the way for that. May took one last look around for any Pokemon or people, her gloved hands moving up her mini-skirt and other her shorts. Satisfied with her privacy, she hooked her fingers around the waist and pulled both her shorts and underwear down to her ankles. She then lifted one foot out and rotated them so that her legwear rested on the outside of her other foot. Standing back up, May lifted her skirt from the sides, revealing her bottom and “Skitty” to the forest around her. Looking down at it, she felt a little weird letting it air out like this, even somewhere she couldn’t be seen. Still, she could feel the urine just inside begging to be let out now. So… is this all I gotta do? May wondered as she glanced from her groin to the ground below. It seemed simple enough; with her feet at about shoulder-width, gravity would take care of it for her. Maybe her shoes would get a little bit of splatter, but that would wipe off easy enough. Still, it was probably better to start things slow. May took in a small breath as she gradually lowered her hold, like a faucet slowly being turned on. A soft glint could be seen at the exit before the first drops, tinted with only a hint of yellow, fell through the air, hitting and almost immediately soaking into the dirt below. Another little dribble followed after, this one adding to the tiny damp patch. Okay, so far so good. May had to admit, this risky way of piddling was working better than she expected. The only part of her that had gotten wet was the one place she knew would have to be wiped anyway. A little smile grew on her face. Maybe this was gonna be easier than she thought. But if she just kept it to a tiny trickle, she’d be stuck here forever. Her body seemed to agree, as she felt her muscles relaxing further, letting more urine pass through. A little tingly feeling, something she usually got if she had to go fairly badly, radiated from her groin, and May closed her eyes while deciding to express her relief. “Haaahh… Aaah!?” Her eyes shot open as she quickly felt the one thing she didn’t want to feel: warm and wet. May looked down at her stream and her heart immediately skipped a couple beats. Her pee was now coming out at a strong force, but not at all like the steady stream she wanted. Droplets flew out at all angles, and a trail ran down each leg, leaving a gleam in the sunlight. She could see plenty of it flying off the puddle growing between her feet, landing on her socks, shoes, and even her shorts and undies. “Ah, no no no!” she cried out, her arms flailing at her sides. She tried to clench herself shut, but it wasn’t happening, not with her pee already leaving at full force. In her panic, May tried to buck her hips back and forth, hoping to somehow direct the stream a little. If there was any difference, it was that it flew forward a bit between jerks, but otherwise stayed just as messy. May came to a stop as the futility of it finally dawned on her. This was a failure, no two ways about it. Her legs were soaked, shoes and socks felt gross, and even her pulled-off panties weren’t spared. As her spray slowed into a little tinkle and then into a stray drop or two falling off, May let a frown come on and her upper body hunch over in defeat. “Aw, man…” Shaking her head in disbelief, May grabbed her fanny pack and pulled out several environmentally-friendly tissues, then went to work wiping her lower body down. She got it all off her skin, but there was little she could do for her clothes at the moment. Her only hope was that there would be a river soon for her to wash them in private, and that some of her cosmetics could mask the faint smell of urine. Faced with such an embarrassing moment, May wondered if this had been a good idea in the first place. She shook that thought out of her head in the next second. Whenever she lost in a Pokemon battle or contest, she knew that getting mopey and beating herself up didn’t solve anything. The best thing was to pick herself up, see what she did wrong, and try again. Why wouldn’t that be the case here? It had worked at first, surely there was a way to guarantee a successful standing pee. She just had to figure it out for next time. Alright! Next time, I’ll pee just like a boy! She mentally declared while putting her foot back through her undergarments, yanking them back up with a determined look. Said look quickly changed to one of mild gross-out. Ew, gotta change into my other clothes next chance I get! “Ah, at least I’m out of those shorts now.” May crawled out of her tent, looking a bit tired from all the walking she had done that day. The setting sun put an orange tint on her spare clothes: a sleeveless, reddish top with a green bandanna, white gloves, green belt, and a different pair of shoes. It was a bit much to completely change her outfit, but even out in the woods, she still couldn’t deny her sense of fashion. The faint smell of something delicious perked her up a bit. She looked at the campfire to find Brock in the middle of cooking some stew, with Ash and Max eagerly awaiting the meal to come nearby. Hope I can get at least one bite in between all these bottomless stomachs! “A pleasant day on the trail and Brock’s cooking on top of that?” she said while walking up to them. “I’m starting to feel a little spoiled today!” “Is that why you decided to change your entire outfit?” asked Max. “Um, I…” May put on a nervous smile and her hand behind her head. “Er, yes! I just wanted to, um, dress for the occasion! You know, since we don’t get to eat Brock’s cooking that often!” “But we just ate some of his cooking a couple days ago,” said Ash. “Yeah, and you didn’t dress special for that, either,” added Max. Shoot, why do their brains still have to work on an empty stomach!? May’s brain drew a blank no matter how hard she tried to think of another good excuse, or any excuse for that any matter. She definitely didn’t want anyone to know the messy experiment she just tried, but lying was never a strong point of hers. She needed to find a way out of this discussion, and fast. “Oh?” That’s when she found, or rather felt, her solution. May put her legs together and a hand between them, giving a little wiggle. “S-Sorry, nature calls! Gotta go!” she declared before quickly trotting off towards the woods. “I wonder what that was about?” she heard Ash say. “I dunno. You kinda get used to it when you spend enough time with her,” said Max, “Why, this one time growing up, I remember when she really had to go to the bathroom, and…” May didn’t catch the rest of the story, but if it was the one she thought Max was recounting, she would have some very choice words with him when she got back. How was she supposed to know back then that an Oddish could bury itself up to its leaves? It took her forever to get used to peeing outdoors again after that. With a groan, May returned her focus to her new issue, the building pressure in her bladder again. She hadn’t peed since her failed standing attempt, partly because no one else needed to stop again. The biggest reason was that she wanted to try thinking up some ways to improve her chances of success before she tried again. She had boiled her failure down to two problems. First, she needed a way to give her pee some forward momentum, since making it go straight down seemed to invite trouble. Second, and more embarrassingly, she remembered a few things about how her “plumbing” worked, namely that while standing, the exit was covered up by her “Bellossom petals”, as mom had called them. May stopped to scratch her cheek. Mom sure had some silly ways to talk about my vagina! While that issue was simple enough to deal with, the lack of proper aim still proved a problem. As she walked, May tried to think of a way to maybe angle herself so it could come out more forward than down with a little force. While she thought, her eyes drifted towards two trees growing a couple feet apart from each other, with a couple bushes nearby. It'd make for good cover, but something about the way they were positioned made her tilt her head, like it could prove to be more than that. "Hmm… Oh!" It hit her like a Blaziken using a high jump kick. She smiled at the naughty idea she just came up with. Maybe it wouldn’t work all the time, but she may have found a way to hit two Pidgeys with one stone. Giving another look around to make sure she was alone, May walked over to the trees, her hands already hooking around her shorts and panties. She pulled them down and stepped one foot out just like last time. That was where the similarities ended; putting a hand on one tree for balance, May lifted her leg with the clothes around her ankle up to the other tree at a nearly ninety-degree angle, letting her naked groin really shine in the setting sun. She then bit down on the glove of her free hand, pulling it loose and leaving the garment in her mouth. Her bare fingers delicately pulled apart the “petals” down below, leaving a certain hole exposed with nothing in the way. May’s heart quivered in anticipation, making her cheeks turn a light red. Her bladder was more than ready to get the flow going, but May knew she couldn’t just let it out on its own pace this time. If she wanted to avoid a cleanup this time, she needed to push it out. I knew those exercises would come in handy someday! “Hmph!” May tensed her muscles, forcing the urine out of its home and through the exit. It shot out of her in a steady and strong stream, almost sparkling in the sunlight and flying forward a fair distance before arcing downward and breaking up, hitting the grass with a faint piddling noise. Her force also produced a slight hiss from her personal water spout; she was certainly thankful everyone else was distracted back at the camp to not hear and see this private performance of hers. But more than that, May began to smile in excitement. Her technique was working! Maybe her raised leg would be a little tired after this, and she could still feel the need for some tissues once she was done, but this was already going way better than her first try. The relief was quite nice, too. Pushing so much out so quickly was leaving a nice emptying feeling in her, like ridding herself of all the stress that had been building inside her. It wasn’t quite as strong as the couple times when she made it to the toilet right before she peed her pants, but she couldn’t complain about having some nice sensations to go along with her success. “Mmm…” She sighed with the glove in her mouth, ready to ride out the rest of her potty time in clean, happy peace. “Hmm!?” Sadly, that would not be the case. As her pee slowed down, it could not maintain the momentum to stay at that arc. As it declined, the stream gradually fell apart as well. Before she knew it, a trail ran down her grounded leg, and all those happy feelings evaporated quicker than the wet patch that had formed in the dirt. She looked at her leg as it was defiled once more with her golden, smelly waste. Her first instinct was to try and move her body to somehow stop the trickling tinkle. Unfortunately, she couldn’t, not with her body propped up so precariously. A kneejerk would make her fall over, and even more would be covered, not to mention the dirt getting on her legs and butt. Stopping the pee wasn’t happening, either; forcing her muscles like that made sure she wouldn’t be able to clench them shut until it was all out. As much as she didn’t want to, all May could do was groan in disappointment as her pee continued for a little bit longer, her leg getting wetter all the while. She could feel drops of urine soaking into her sock at the ankle, and even a little down at the heel, making her cringe. I’m gonna have to change my socks again! Once the last spurt of urine had dribbled onto the ground, May let her raised leg down, feeling the blood circulating through it again. She lifted her stained leg up and inspected the full damage, further dismaying her. “So much for that idea,” she bemoaned after removing her glove from her mouth. Not that it was a practical solution anyway; this pose only worked if she had something to brace herself on in the first place, and it still left her far messier than was acceptable. Yet again, the thought that her pursuit was doomed from the start weighed her down, but it only took a glance at her other leg to convince herself otherwise. Only leg was soaked this time, and her underwear remained dry and wearable. If anything, she had gotten closer to her goal than before. That’s right, she told herself, I know I can make this work! I don’t care how many pairs of socks and underwear I go through, I will achieve a perfect standing pee! May struck a pose of pure determination, a fire lighting within her eyes that wouldn’t stop for anything. However, a growl from her stomach quickly proved otherwise. “Ugh, Brock’s cooking sounds really good now,” she admitted, clutching her empty belly. A few used tissues lying on the ground to dissolve later, and May was on her way back to the campsite. Food was at the forefront of her mind, but she still gave a little thought to her experiment. They would be reaching the next town sometime tomorrow; maybe it would be for the best if she put off her attempts until then. She would probably have the chance to practice while taking a shower, where she wouldn’t need to worry about cleanup or being seen at all. It made more sense to her, at least. But she could leave that for later. Right now, all she wanted was some good campfire grub, nice tea to wash it down, and then retire to her tent where she could recharge for another big day tomorrow. "Nngh, why do these buildings have to be so confusing?" May rounded the corner to yet another corridor, this one looking the same as the last few. Nothing but plain halls and closed doors everywhere, nothing resembling a ladies' room, which she so badly needed. How'd she even let it get this bad? May tried to remember, but the details were hazy. They got to town, drank some tea, then the next thing she knew, she was in a desperate search for a bathroom in a random building. Hand at her groin and squirm in her hips, she continued to make her way through, every second bringing her closer to the first accident she would have since childhood. But just when that seemed unavoidable, May finally saw it: a door with a pink sign and a female stick figure, dead ahead. "Alright, finally!" She said with a smile, opening the door and stepping in without a moment's pause. "Wait, what?" May looked on in surprise and confusion. This wasn't a bathroom at all. Somehow, she now found herself in what looked like a contest hall with a big stage on the other side and a massive audience. Several girls stood at the edge of the stage. Wait, May realized, they weren't just any girls. Roxanne, Winona, Flannery, Glacia, and Phoebe… these were the female gym leaders and members of Hoenn’s Elite Four. What is going on here!? "Alright, ladies!" said Phoebe, who stood in the middle. "Time to stand and deliver!" All as one, the girls widened their stance, thrust their hips forward, and put their hands between their legs. It was at this point May noticed the biggest shocker of all: none of the ladies had any bottoms on! She couldn’t make them out very well through all the lights and strange haze in the room, but there was no doubting they were all naked in the place where it mattered most. Her shock only grew from there as five streams of urine flew forward from their groins, shimmering in the studio lights as it fell into the audience. The girls all wore different faces of relief, from Glacia’s soft smile to Flannery’s ear-to-ear grin. The hiss from all of their vaginas came through loud and clear, like invisible microphones were hooked up to their crotches. Cheers roared from the audience, louder than any crowd May had ever heard. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from this oddly-mesmerizing display; what bizarre show could she have possibly stumbled into? The streams ended as quickly as they began, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Suddenly, Phoebe lifted her arm and pointed straight at May. “Now it’s your turn to take the stage!” “Huh!?” May looked down and found that she was no longer by the door. Somehow, she now stood onstage, with everyone in the faceless crowd looking at her. Furthermore, she was wearing her pink swimsuit, with one major difference: a complete lack of undergarments. She immediately went wide-eyed and red-faced, wanting to cover herself and run away. However, her legs stayed rooted to the spot, and her hands wouldn’t move, leaving everything below the belt on display. “Go on,” she heard Phoebe say behind her. “Stand tall, assume the pose, and show them all the power inside!” May’s body moved on its own, spreading her legs, moving her hips forward, and placing her hands at her entrance. She became reminded of all the urine built up within, eager to flow out onto the audience below. I… I’m really gonna… May closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever came next. Seconds passed as the stage, the crowd, and all the noises within swirled into darkness and silence. She re-opened them expecting to see her pee flying out. Instead, May was greeted with the canopy of her tent, and the noises of birdsong in the distance. “Wha?” She sat up, letting her sleeping bag fall and reveal her orange pajama top and pants with white stripes, and looked around in confusion. All just a dream, a very bizarre one at that. She had to wonder if a psychic-type Pokemon had used some kind of dream move on her. Why else would she ever imagine such a scenario? But then May’s half-lidded eyes fully opened as she felt the one part of the dream that was very real. “Ooh, gotta pee!” She was quickly reminded of the extra cup of tea she had before bed, and how that had led to one very embarrassing morning as a kid. It seemed there were some lessons she never fully learned, even when her bladder capacity was a bit stronger than that time. Still, she knew that it would be coming out before too long, and she needed to get behind some trees before that time arrived. May quickly slipped out of her sleeping bag, threw on her slippers, and crawled out of her tent, pausing only to let her eyes adjust to the morning sun. Looking around, she saw Ash still fast asleep in his bag, and Brock and Max’s tent was still zipped closed, so at least she wouldn’t have to worry about them. With hand in groin, May set off into the woods again. Not as far as before, she didn't want to hold this any longer than she needed to. That, and wandering off too far without any friends or Pokemon for protection was a bad idea, aching bladder or no. Her urge was strong, but not strong enough to make her forget such a vivid dream as she walked. Seeing such famous, strong women expose themselves and pee in front of an entire audience… she wouldn’t be forgetting that dream for a long time, for better or worse. At least they all looked so powerful in their stance, she supposed. Wait! It all came back to her at once; the exact way they stood as they peed, and the same pose they made her take was clear as day. Could it really be what she looking for? Sure, it came from a weird place, but if had a chance to work, then she had to give it a shot. After ducking behind a decently-covering tree and bush, May glanced down at her pajama-clad legs and slippers. She had lucked out her last two times by wearing dark shorts, but she absolutely couldn’t take any risks this time. She kicked her slippers off, then grabbed her bottoms at the waist and pulled them off as well, setting the pants down on top of the bush. The sensations of her exposed lower body in the morning breeze and bare feet touching the grass sent a shiver down her spine, making her bladder beg even harder to be free of all that urine. Just a little longer, she told herself. “Alright, let’s see…” May visualized the steps from the dream, doing her best to re-enact them. Legs spread past her shoulders, and hips thrusted forward. Those were easy enough to do, but she had to wonder about the next step. She had never tried pulling on her folds like that before, never needed to. This would be a new experience on top of a new experience, and she hadn’t been awake for five minutes yet. Her hands reached down to her warm, soft petals and gingerly pulled them upwards. Her face went red as she realized just how much pink she could now see this way, but she could tell that this would keep it from falling straight down and soaking her legs again. At least, it would as long as she remembered the golden rule to making her own gold this way: Push. Only a second passed between the moment she let go and the first release, but it felt like an eternity of waiting to her. A million thoughts ran through her mind, equal parts excitement and dread making her heart race. The moment was upon her; would she shoot or soak? As it left its uncomfortable home and passed millimeter by millimeter, she would see for herself. A small spurt heralded the start, just a bit of shiny, golden liquid flowing out as much forward as down and hitting the ground with an inaudible patter. May’s whole body went rigid, but her bladder kept pushing, no time to stop it now. Next came a trickle, chaotic and broken, falling at the dirt before her. It still left cleanly enough even at this splatter, but May knew she couldn’t keep it at this rate. It would get stronger whether she wanted it to or not, and knowing the relief to come, she definitely wanted it. Her pee built up from there, becoming steadier and stronger, landing narrower and further, until it reached its peak: a powerful stream, long and robust, flying forward and breaking up only as it began to dip towards the earth. Noises entered May’s ears, of both the small, targeted rainfall and the hiss from down below. She then detected a faint hint of her scent too, and she briefly wondered if this would end up attracting any Pokemon to her. I sure hope not! But nevermind that, May could barely believe the sight happening before her. She was peeing… standing up… and it was working! Maybe not one hundred percent, as she could feel just a bit of it dripping off the bottom of her vagina, but anyone who caught her right now would say she was peeing as good as any boy. Her mouth opened up in surprise at first, both from the success and the naughtiness of such an ungirly action. However, it gradually lifted into a smile as free and unashamed as the stream before her. “I… did it!” she declared to the world. “I can pee standing up!” May laughed in triumph, feeling unstoppable in that moment. If only those girls from her dream could see her now; they’d be clapping and cheering her on, the audience below roaring with approval at her flawless technique. It was a shame this sort of display wouldn’t win her any contests, but she was certain she would win a gold medal if they ever allowed it. She let loose another laugh, but quickly remembered how close to the camp she still was. “Eep!” She quickly shut her mouth and glanced behind, though she couldn’t see anything. I hope no one heard that! She’d almost prefer soaking her legs again than giving Max more ammo for embarrassing stories. Best to just relish in the moment quietly, she decided. Leaning her head back, May closed her eyes and let out a long, uninterrupted sigh as she took in the pleasure of a nice morning pee. She’d never tell another soul, but emptying her bladder first thing in the morning had a certain satisfaction to it, much like how another person would enjoy a cup of coffee or their wakeup stretches. It was the icing on the cake to her hard-earned success, and she would enjoy it to the last drop. Said drop didn’t happen for a while, but eventually, her stream declined in power, the hard splatter on the damp dirt fading into a faint piddle, and the hiss of her personal water gun disappearing. Even then, her pee took its sweet time growing weaker, to the point that it felt like minutes passed before it stopped completely, even though it really hadn’t been that long. A large puddle remained in front of her, and would stay there for a while before soaking and evaporating away. “Hah… wow, I actually did it,” she muttered to herself, still as red-faced as ever. She wanted to stay there and bask in the slight afterglow of success, but May knew staying here like this was asking to be caught. Best to wipe up and get dressed before that could happen. That was when May thought of something rather dismaying. “Ugh, I forgot to bring tissues,” she groaned, lowering her head. Without wiping, she was sure to leave a small wet spot on her pajamas, and she’d never hear the end of it if the boys saw her. Luckily, a solution quickly presented itself. A slight breeze picked up, blowing against her exposed “Luvdisc”. She gasped at the sudden feeling, but quickly noticing it was not an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was helping her dry up, making what drips she still had fall to the grass between her feet. May breathed out a relaxed breath; it’d take a little bit this way, but it gave her more time to enjoy the moment. As she drip-dried, May thought of what else was ahead of her today. She never considered herself unconfident, but now she felt as though she could take on all of Hoenn right now. Come what may, this girl would always take the stage knowing she had the power to stand and deliver. And now, for something completely different: the original English anime opening, as sung by May in mid-pee! I’m gonna pee standing up Like no girl ever has! I won’t squat in an itchy shrub The boys, I will outclass! I will trickle through the air, Spraying far and wide With these two folds, you should beware The power that’s inside! Potty time! (Gotta stand up tall!) It’s time to pee, And standing is much more free! Potty time! Oooooh, it feels so good In the way that peeing should! Potty time! (Gotta stand up tall!) I peed a ton! “Little Shellder’s” had her fun Wipe and dress and now I’m done! Pot-ty time! (Gotta stand up tall) Gotta stand up tall Potty time! (A/N: Are these lyrics by me and the commissioner the best worst thing I've ever put in a story, or what? Anyway, still got a couple other commissions lined up, but if you wanna get in touch with me, check out my thread here!)

AN- Hi all! This story was the result of my first commission. If you enjoy it, or some of my other work, please consider commissioning me if you're interested in a customer piece! I'll be breaking this down into 3 chapters due to length. Hope you all enjoy! “Okay girls! I'm about to head out! Come say bye!” A young man called. He grabbed his overstuffed denim backpack and hefted it over his left shoulder. He ran his right hand through his Sandy brown hair as he mentally went over the checklist of everything he was going to need for this work trip. He hated having to leave his girls behind, but rules were rules. Doing a last pat down of his pockets to confirm he had his critical items, Troy nodded to himself and stepped out of his room and into the hallway leading to the front door. He smiled seeing his Pokemon waiting to send him off. Kendall, his Absol, rubbed up against his leg affectionately. She'd come an awful long way since he had first caught her as a young pup. Sandra, his Braixen, gave him a warm hug. She hated when her trainer left, she always missed him terribly. That was why Troy had brought home Kendall in the first place, to help curb some of the loneliness. “I'll miss you too girls. Be good while I'm gone. I don't want a repeat of last time either, Sandra. You do not mess with the doors while I'm gone, understood? I'm setting the alarm, so I will know if you do. I'll be back bright and early tomorrow.” He made sure Sandra had nodded to indicate her understanding before he reached down to ruffle Kendall’s fur and make sure her collar was still in place. He didn't even want to consider the mess he'd come home to without it. The collar activated an electronic lock that would let her out to do her business. With a final wave, Troy opened the door and left, locking it behind him. The two pokemon stared for a minute after hearing the click before looking at each other. “What now?” Asked Sandra. Kendall shrugged her forelegs. “We could watch some tv, and drink some of the sodas I managed to get.” She offered with a slightly mischievous grin. Troy did not like them having sugary drinks often, but being as quick and quiet as she was had its advantages. Sandra wasn't much of a rule breaker, but if Kendall had already done the hard part, she might be persuaded to acquiesce. The allure of the forbidden fruit proved too strong for the often times goody two shoes to resist. Sandra nodded eagerly. Kendall trotted off to their shared room. Occasionally either of them slept on the couch, but Troy’s house had 3 bedrooms and only himself aside from the Pokemon. He'd used one of the spare rooms as a workout and gaming facility, but the third he'd left to Braixen, who had happily shared the space when Kendall had first joined them. What Sandra hadn't realized, however, was there was a false floorboard on a section. The Absol had been positively tickled to discover it. She tended to stash all sorts of treats in it, and it was from here the she retrieved several cans of various pops. She slipped the floorboard back in place and began setting the cans on a small cart Troy had kindly purchased for her. Being the only quadruped, it could be tricky to get things from room to room with only her mouth. The cart left her gather more things at once, something she was quite glad for as she maneuvered it out into the living room to share with Sandra. “Tada!” The Absol exclaimed, lifting one of her forepaws as though she was pulling off a curtain. Sandra sighed and rolled her eyes, accompanying it with a mocking clap. Kendall pretended to bow, which was mostly ignored. “Would you mind doing to honors?” She asked, before trotting over to the Braixen with a can her her mouth. Her tail wagged eagerly as her friend popped the lid (the benefits of having thumbs never ceased to amaze the quadruped.), and kindly poured it out into a bowl. Kendall began to lap at the soda enthusiastically while Sandra grinned her own can and started to guzzle it down. She wished she had any idea how the Absol managed to snag so many drinks. Even though she wasn't the type to do something like that, it was still impressive. Soon both the can and bowl were empty, and Sandra poured out another one for her friend while drinking at her own. It looked like Kendall had gotten her paws (or more accurately teeth, judging by the small regular dents on each beverage) on about 12. They'd probably go through all of them before Troy got back, given he'd left so early in the day. Sandra didn't think it was even noon yet. As Kendall sipped the last dregs of her bowl, she belched loudly and then gave a satisfied sigh. Sandra gave her a disapproving look, ignoring the contented sigh that came next. “Hey, want me to set up your bowl next to the TV? There is supposed to be a marathon of The Diary of a Pokéromantic starting soon. It's leading up to the final episode.” Kendall nodded. “Of course! I can't wait to see how it ends up.” She grabbed her bowl in her mouth and the duo walked into the living room together. Sandra worked on turning the TV to the right channel since the remote had disappeared a while back. Kendall realized the soda, while delicious, had made her more thirsty from the sheer amount of sugar, and trotted back into the kitchen to drink water. She nudged the sink handle up and drank from the tap. Mmm, water was exactly what she needed. “Kendall! Come on, it's starting!” Sandra called. “Oh, and could you grab me a water bottle out of the fridge?” “Sure!” Kendall replied, turning the tap back off and getting back down to all fours. She made a face as her front paws hit the ground, all the liquid in her stomach seemed to slosh uncomfortably. She'd slow it down, she thought, as she hooked a paw under the fridge door handle gently to open it, took the water bottle in her teeth, and wandered back out to join Sandra. “Thank you, that soda made me so thirsty.” The Braixen said appreciatively, as she took the bottle out of Kendall’s mouth, before cracking the lid and taking a long gulp. Kendall wagged her tail in reply, and gave a friendly nod before settling onto the couch. She noticed Sandra had refilled her bowl with one of the sodas. Awesome, she wouldn't have to ask mid episode. “Good thing you go here! They're airing this with no commercials during the episodes, just a few intermissions.” Sandra filled Kendall in. “Great! Commercials are the worst, I wish they'd get rid of them altogether.” Sandra nodded with agreement, tucking her feet up onto her chair to be a little more comfortable. While her and Kendall had their disagreements from time to time, and the initial adjustment had been tough, she was really happy to have her friend. They got along really well, despite the Absol’s rebellious streak and Sandra’s more meek and obedient nature. She sipped on her water as the first episode started, quickly becoming engrossed in the show. The intermissions, as it turned out, we pretty long. Normally Pokéromance was about an hour, but without commercials it was cut down to around forty minutes. The ten minute intermission at the end of the first episode was a welcome break to grab some snacks from the kitchen and fill Kendall’s bowl with water. Sandra had started absentmindedly drinking another water bottle when the next show started. It wasn't until a few minutes in that she noticed her bladder was starting to send some signals. By this point she'd downed a good portion of her new water bottle, so she put the lid on and set it aside. Her legs readjusted to spread out a bit more, trying to find a new way to sit that would let her get through. She knew there was almost thirty minutes left, and she’d seen the episode before even though Kendall hadn’t. She could take a potty break, but decided to wait. Worst case scenario, she could just make a dash to the bathroom. Kendall might tease her a little, but there would be no real harm done. Given how much she'd been drinking though, Sandra’s bladder filled faster than she had expected. Ten minutes later she was having trouble sitting still, and the episode was only half over. Kendall began to notice Sandra’s constant movement. The sound was interrupting her immersion and was getting a bit annoying. “You okay?” She asked. Sandra nodded, and stopped shifting around so much. She didn't mean to be quite so obvious something was wrong. Even knowing nothing really bad would happen, she felt a little shy admitting she was starting to need to pee pretty urgently. A few minutes later she bit the bullet. All that soda had gone straight through her it seemed like. She got up and started walking toward the bathroom, which was down two halls and on the left. She always thought it was weird that it was so far away from the living room, but it did put it closer to her bedroom. Sandra shut the door behind her, locking it. Her bladder seemed to realize how close she was to the toilet, suddenly sending an extremely strong signal that it needed to let go immediately. “Mmmph.” Sandra made an unusual noise as she put her hand between her legs and pushed on her pussy. She had to bounce in place for a minute to get control. What was she thinking, letting it get this bad? Finally the full balloon inside of her settled down enough so that she could skitter over and do her business. Sandra felt an intense relief as she started to piss. It washed over her body like a wave, relaxing her muscles as her stream echoed in the bathroom. The Braixen sighed contentedly, so glad to had just decided to go instead of waiting any longer. Although, with such an intense relief, she wondered if waiting would've made it a more pleasurable feeling. She pondered that idly for the next thirty seconds or so as she finished up, washed her hands, and returned to the living room. “Did you get lost?” Kendall teased. Her friend had been gone a while, she must have really needed to go. Though she didn't say it, her own need was starting to build. With only fifteen minutes left in the show though, the Absol resolved to wait. It wasn't that bad yet anyway. Sandra rolled her eyes before sitting back down. She decided to wait a little while before grabbing another drink. “Whatever.” Sandra replied. She smirked, grabbing her stick from beside the chair. She began to concentrate on a bag cheese snacks Kendall was munching on. Pointing her stick at the cheese crackers, she twitched it upward and the bag shot into the air. “Hey!” The Absol screeched, both annoyed and confused to have her treats ripped away from her grasp. Sandra telekinetically lowered the bag into her grasp, snatching out a handful triumphantly. Kendall was not happy anyone had taken something away from her, but took it in stride. “Well at least I can wait until the end of a show to pee!” She declared, sticking her tongue out at Sandra. “Well tell me when not peeing brings you your snacks back.” Sandra snarkily replied. Kendall didn't want to miss out on the show any longer than she had to so rather than fighting more, she huffed indignantly and settled back onto her paws to enjoy the rest of the episode.

Desperate at Dawn Pokemon Diamond/Pearl/Platinum fanfiction by MasterXploder Commissioned by Night Rain With thanks to Captain L for editing. Check out his latest story here. (Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised) Mornings in Sinnoh were always so pretty. The way the rising sun made the snow-peaked mountains in the distance sparkle, and the rays of light shining through the trees always made her happy that she actually woke up early enough to witness such beauty. Then again, she might have been a bit biased. How could she not have such appreciation for the morning when her very name was Dawn? Stepping outside of the Pokemon Center she had spent the night in, Dawn paused to raise her arms over her head, fingers interlocking as she stretched out in the sunlight with a big smile on her face. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like today was going to be a good day somehow. Maybe she would make a new friend in her journey as a Pokemon trainer, or possibly catch a new Pokemon. Maybe if she was really lucky, she might even get to see a legendary Pokemon today. Dawn giggled to herself a bit. She was only a couple months into her adventure; meeting a legendary Pokemon out of the blue was still a long ways off. Then again, she had been through quite a bit already, having crossed paths with the sinister Team Galactic and even witnessing the three lake spirit Pokemon, although in dangerous circumstances. Even after all that, it still felt like she had only just gotten started, especially after seeing how much her friends had grown in such a short time. Oh well, she wasn’t going to keep up with her friends just by standing around wondering about it. Turning to the road that lead outside of the city, Dawn felt that sense of excitement and nervousness that always came up when she was about to set off on a new trail. It always reminded her of when she left home for the first time. “Okay, let’s see here,” she said as she opened up her bag. “Potions, check! Repels, check! Food and water, check!” She zipped up the bag and grabbed one of the Pokeballs on her belt, this one containing a Riolu she managed to catch a month ago. “Pokémon at full health, check!” Putting it back, she looked down at her clothes, a black top and pink mini-skirt with a long scarf and tall, pink boots. “Clean, cute outfit… mostly check.” Dawn patted her head, lacking the beanie she loved to wear up until about a week ago after an incident involving a Grimer that she really didn’t want to think about. “I hope the next city has a good hat store,” she said with a grimace. Shaking her head, Dawn returned her focus to the task at hand. “Alright, looks like I’m ready to set off again!” she declared with a smile. Walking with a spring in her step, Dawn hummed a tune as she left the town behind her. Adventure awaited, and she was certain she was prepared for anything today could throw at her. “I knew I was forgetting something.” Dawn muttered this to herself, even though nobody was around to hear her. Well, there might have been a Pokémon or two behind some of the trees in the forest she found herself in, but she didn’t want them hearing, either. The thing she had forgotten about was not an important item or a crucial step in preparing her Pokemon for any dangers ahead. Rather, it was a simple part of her morning rituals she had neglected in her excitement to head off to a new city. Specifically, it was something involving the bathroom and her bladder filled with a night’s worth of liquids. The more time had passed, the more she had come to regret her forgetfulness. Dawn paused to take a moment to rest, leaning against a tree with her legs lightly rubbing together. How long had she been walking today? Not even a couple hours, but still plenty of time for her drink from breakfast to go through her body. The water she had been sipping along the way didn’t help, either. The thought occurred to her that maybe now was a good time to take a quick break. She was alone in the woods with plentiful cover and plenty of tissues in her bag. Circumstances could not be any more ideal for her. She could almost hear the relieving sound of water piddling against the earth right now… Wait, she really was hearing that. Turning her head, she soon found its source. A wild Buneary stood before a tree, a big grin on his face as a yellow stream flew from between his legs, making a puddle that ran down the trunk and onto its roots. Dawn gasped both in surprise and disgust, making the Buneary’s ear twitch and eyes snap open in panic. It turned and darted into the bushes, leaving a trail of urine along the ground as his bladder kept draining even while he fled. “Guess I won’t be catching that one,” sighed Dawn. It was disappointing to let a Pokemon get away so easily, but worse than that, the sight of something handling its business only made her body yearn for relief that much more. It reminded her of a memory from long ago, when she was just a little girl. She really didn’t want to remember it, but the details were just as vivid as the day it happened: standing at the bathroom line in the park plaza, dancing in place with one hand between her legs and the other in her mom’s hand, trying and failing to not pay attention to the large fountain of cascading water nearby. She did her best, but she still ended up making her own golden waterfall right there, running down her legs and ruining her favorite underwear and sundress while tears streaked down her blushing face. Dawn wished that was the only time such misfortune befell her. Unfortunately, potty troubles were a somewhat regular problem for her growing up, as her ability to hold was never up to par with the other kids her age. Every time it happened, she would swear to herself that she would learn to hold it better when she grew up. Now was the time to prove that to herself. If she could just could hold it until she reached the next town, it would show how much she has grown in her travels. Standing back up, she set off on the path again with a look of determination. “I can do this,” she said to herself, “I’m a grown trainer just like my friends. I won’t let something like this stop me, no sir!” “Oooh, I hope I get there soon!” The sun had reached the middle of the sky, yet there were still no signs that Dawn was nearing the next city. The forest continued to stretch on as far as she could see, certainly not a good sight for her morale. It also did not help that her walking had slowed since that morning. The confident stride she once had was now replaced by a stiff shuffle, with her legs pressed together and a hand placed between them. Her bright smile had dropped to a grim frown while her eyes would regularly glance to the bushes and trees on the sides, their presence tempting her further with every passing minute. Worst of all, the path had taken her near a local river, with all the sights and noises that entailed. Just like when she was a kid, Dawn tried her hardest to not look, listen to, or even think about all the rushing water nearby, with limited success. Yet, even with all the protesting her mind and bladder could muster, Dawn simply would not give into their demands. Shaking her head and trying to stand up tall again, Dawn raised a fist and furrowed her brow. “I w-won’t give up,” she declared to the woods around her. “I’ll give everything I have, and I’ll make it, j-just like a real train-eep!” Her bladder’s rebuttal was simple yet effective: with Dawn’s lapse in concentration, it was not hard for a little bit to leak out of her, immediately creating an unpleasant warmth in her underwear. Dawn corrected her mistake at once, shoving her hands right back between her legs, doubling over and putting all her strength into keeping her panties from being dyed any further. Several agonizing seconds passed, but the pressure subsided eventually. Dawn stood upright, letting out a groan while keeping her hands at her groin. Her undies were safe for now, but she got the hint from the leak. “I’m… not gonna make it to the next city like this,” she admitted while glancing to some nearby bushes. “I guess I just have to find a good spot and…” “Raptor!” Dawn yelped at the bird-like shriek from behind her. She started to turn around, but a large shape already blew past her, creating a powerful gust of wind from behind that would have blown her beanie off had she been wearing it. It did, however, lift the back of her skirt straight up, revealing her choice of underwear that day: a light-blue pair of panties with a dark patch at the bottom from the prior leak. “W-what the…!?” Dawn scrambled to fix her skirt while looking for the figure. She soon saw it sitting on a tree branch ahead of her: a Staraptor, a fully-evolved and very aggressive bird Pokemon. From the way it cried at her and flared its wings, she didn’t need her Pokedex to know that it was looking for a fight. With no time to think, Dawn reached to her belt and tossed a Pokeball out of instinct. A bright flash of light appeared, and out popped her Riolu with a cry of its name. “Riolu! Get ready to fight!” yelled Dawn. She pointed at the Staraptor with one hand while the other remained between her legs. “Riolu!” replied her ally. Okay, Dawn, it’s another Pokemon battle, she thought, Just stay calm and remember your tactics. This shouldn’t be a problem! “Raptor!” Before either Dawn or Riolu could react, the Staraptor took off from the branch. It launched forward at a blinding speed, striking Riolu and flying back in almost no time at all. Dawn winced from seeing her Pokémon take a blow so early. Even she didn’t expect their foe to be so quick on the draw. She had to think of something to counter him with, and soon. But try as she might, Dawn quickly realized something: concentrating becomes very difficult when you really need to pee. “Um, er, try a focus blast!” she called out. Her Riolu responded at once, channeling its mental focus into a ball of energy, then launching it right at his target. But just as it was about to strike, the Staraptor darted to the side, and the energy blasted against the tree behind him instead. “Shoot! Use brick break!” Next, the Riolu waited for his foe to dart forward before raising his hand and delivering a powerful downward chop. Unfortunately, he met with the same result, the Staraptor dodging at the last second, but this time with Riolu left unbalanced and open to attack. “L-Look out!” But it was already too late. The Staraptor flew back and made a u-turn, then flew straight forward with its wings outstretched. He clipped right into Riolu, dragging him with it and sending him tumbling a good distance away. “Riiii!” he cried out in pain. “Riolu!” Only now did Dawn remember the advantage flying Pokemon had over fighting Pokemon. She grabbed the Pokeball and aimed it at Riolu to recall him, but then quickly found another reason to gasp. With Riolu knocked out of the way, the Staraptor had banked around and was now charging towards a new target: her. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the fearsome bird flew straight at her. She could only stare with her body frozen in fright. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she noted something spurting into her underwear again just before she could see the whites of its eyes. “Riii!” But the Staraptor’s attack never came. Instead, it met the hard strike of Riolu’s charged palm against its face, sending it careening into a nearby tree. From there, it slumped to the ground with dazed eyes, clearly fainted from the impact. “R-Riolu?” Dawn blinked. “Rio, Rio!” he replied, looking at her with a smile and raised fist. Dawn could only smile. He may have been young, but he was one of the toughest Pokemon she knew. “Th-thank you-oh!” With the immediate danger over, Dawn’s other problem came roaring back. She felt not just a spurt, but a dribble leak through her panties, and the faint sound of it hitting the ground reached her ears. “Ah!” She snapped her legs together and buried a hand as far as it could go between them. “R-Riolu?” asked her Pokémon. Shoot, I can’t let him see this! “Uh, b-back to your Pokeball, Riolu!” she replied, aiming his Pokeball at him. A red beam emerged, enveloping Riolu and returning him inside. With no one to witness her, Dawn shoved her other hand into her groin, but it did little good. The dribble had not stopped, and she could now feel it getting on her hands, down her legs, and onto the front of her skirt. “N-no, no, please,” she whimpered. She tried to move towards a bush or tree, but her legs were firmly locked in place. All she could manage was a slight shuffle backwards. She didn’t get very far with that. With her eyes shut in desperate focus, Dawn didn’t notice the dip in the trail right behind her. The next thing she knew, she was stumbling backwards until she totally lost balance and fell onto her bottom with a yelp, her legs spread wide and revealing her damp undies to the world again. For a moment, Dawn could only sit there and focus on her sore butt, until she realized how wet it felt as well. Her cheeks burned red as the undeniable truth hit her. Against her deepest wishes, Dawn had made the last jump from leaking to fully peeing herself. It was no small accident, either. So much pee sprayed out of her that she could hear a hissing noise among the piddling sounds down there. Her panties, already sporting a big dark spot, became thoroughly soaked. It was enough to add a slight stain to the light-blue garment, and to make the pee run along the outside. Her urine only spread out from there, saturating the back of her skirt and forming a puddle that grew and grew. Dawn couldn’t lie, it felt good to finally let out all that pee. Really good, in fact. But it could never make up for the fact that she was wetting herself, just like the hopeless little girl that she used to be. No, she still was that girl, no better than before she left her home to become a trainer. “N-not again,” she choked out between sobs. Her vision grew blurred from tears, so she closed her eyes and let the hopelessness and failure sink in like the urine staining her clothes. The trainer’s path was no place for someone like her, and she knew it now more than ever. But before any other such thoughts came up, a strange sound the she had never heard before got her attention. Dawn slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head to find a weird light in front of her, and in the middle of that light… “M-Mesprit?” Dawn thought she had to be seeing things. A lake spirit Pokémon floating right in front of her, and now of all times? Had she lost her marbles now? Yet, as they made eye contact, something strange happened. The sadness and failure that weighed her down so much seemed to fade away. Was Mesprit doing this to her? Whether it was by magic or not, Dawn could think about her accident in a less condemning light now. Now that she thought about it, it was pretty silly of her to try and hold it when she could have gone at any time. After all her adventures already, she didn’t need to prove anything to herself. This mishap was not proof of her failure, but just another lesson to be learned on her journey as a trainer. In any case, Dawn no longer wanted to sit in her puddle and feel sorry for herself. She stood back up and fixed her skirt, wincing at her hands touching the cool, wet fabric. “Th-thank you so much,” she said as she looked back to the Mesprit. “Huh?” But it was no longer there. Not only had it disappeared, but the light and strange noises were gone as well. Dawn looked all around her, but no trace that Mesprit had visited her could be found. Dawn sighed in disappointment, but then thought better of it. Maybe it was for the best that it left so soon. They would meet again when she had earned the chance, she just knew it. “I’ll become a better trainer. I swear it!” But first, she had other things to take care of. Her Riolu needed some care after such a rough fight, and he was probably worried about her to boot. More importantly, she really wanted to get cleaned up now, preferably before anyone saw her wet skirt and undies. The nearby river seemed like a good place to get all that done, and maybe take a break while she was at it. “I hope the water’s not too cold!” Dawn declared as she set off, leaving the puddle to dry under the sun. The morning may have passed, but this Dawn would stay on her path for as long as it took. (Want me to write an omofic about a certain character? Check out my commissions thread here!)

Just a short story I decided to write, for a fellow omorashi peer. Hope you guys enjoy it, I realize it is short. Sylveon had just gotten done drinking two bottles of water, after a long jog. She hadn't realized that her bladder was filling up as she was jogging and drinking the water bottles. She stopped and took a rest, breathing heavily and one hand on a tree for support. Sylveon suddenly felt her bladder send her a signal, that it had gotten quite full. Sylveon brought her legs closer together.After catching her breath, Sylveon began walking through the forest. Wanting to give herself a break and also because her bladder was rather full and she didn't want to put too much strain on it. She kept walking and realized, with panic that she was lost. In the middle of this forest that was like a maze. Sylveon began to shake, from anxiety, she was worried she wouldn't be able to make it out of the forest in time to find a restroom. Unlike other Pokemon, Sylveon didn't like using the restroom outdoors, like some common animal. She preferred to use the restroom like the humans do. Which caused her to be teased a lot by the other Pokemon. Sylveon really hoped she would make it in time, she didn't want to pee herself. She would never live it down if someone saw.Being full of anxiety didn't help Sylveon's poor bladder. She had a problem where if she got anxious, she would feel like she had to pee even more and her bladder would fill up faster. She began taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. But it was too late to stop her bladder from filling up faster. She could feel it, the pressure increasing and her bladder filling up. Sylveon felt like she had to go even worse now, her bladder felt like an inflated balloon, close to bursting. She managed to lower her anxiety level down, so she wasn't shaking anymore. But she could still feel some anxiety. Which she couldn't help, she was always anxious. Ever since she was old enough to be aware of her surroundings. She continued walking, looking at her surroundings. The trees all looked the same and were a very bright green with a brown trunk. Even the grass all looked the same. How was she even gonna get out of here? That is when she heard a dreaded sound. Something she didn't need to or want to hear right now. The sound of a waterfall. Sylveon saw it in the distance and it caused her bladder to try and relax. She doubled over and held herself between the legs. She felt could feel the pee rushing towards her pee hole.Sylveon felt a few spurts come out, despite her holding herself. She pressed her paw into her girlhood harder. Her paw was beginning to feel damp. Sylveon felt a few more long spurts slip out. Her paw was really wet at this point. She begged her bladder to stop but it wouldn't. Pee began coming out in a strong stream. Sylveon removed her paws, deciding it was no use. She spread her legs and closed her eyes. Letting out a quiet little moan, relief spreading throughout her entire body. Finally, the stream trickled to a stop and she was finished.Sylveon could feel herself blushing and tears forming in her eyes. She began to cry embarrassed about her accident.

I figured I should start one of these, seeing as I just found out that IBIS paint is not, a piece of shit digital art app, but actually very efficient. I'm also bad with ideas and wanted to seewhat the community has to offer. Here's my most recent work.

Another omo story with a washing scene at the end of it. I didn't draw the washing scene out for too long cause this is an omorashi site. I hope you enjoy. Misty's Bath Ash, Misty, and Brock were sleeping outside. They were only an hour away from the nearest city, but had been so tired after Team Rocket's latest attempt to steal Pikachu that they decided to crash in the forest at the side. Brock was up first, cooking breakfast. The delicious smell woke Ash up too. Misty stayed asleep for the moment. Ash pulled her blanket back and was about to wake her up, when he stopped. He could hear a soft hissing sound emanating from her that grew louder by the second. He looked down and could see a wet spot on her jean shorts, rapidly expanding, as the sheets under her grew wet. Misty moaned in her sleep as though she was experiencing the relief in her dream. Ash started to laugh. His laughter woke Misty up. She started to sit up, and then realized she was still peeing, and felt how wet her shorts were. "Oh no, not again..." "I told you not to drink that much soda before bed," said Brock. "Looks like we're giving Misty a bath again!" said Ash. Misty sat in her wet shorts as they ate their breakfast, and then they continued on their way to the city. Soon they reached the Pokemon Center, which also had showers and baths. "We'd like to use a bathtub," said Ash. "Misty had a little accident and we need to wash her." Misty blushed, with both hands on her crotch in a failed attempt to hide how wet her shorts were. "Of course you may," said Nurse Joy. "Bathtubs are through that door." They walked into the bathtub room. Brock filled the tub with water. The first time this happened, Misty had stripped to her underwear, but her shorts still had the wet spot on them, and still smelled a bit after she had Staryu rinse her with Water Gun. Once the tub was full of soapy water, Misty stepped into the bathtub and sat down. Brock, being experienced in brushing Pokemon's fur, lathered Misty's hair with shampoo while Ash scrubbed her back with soap. Misty enjoyed this a bit. Then they both started scrubbing Misty's sides and armpits. By now she was covered in suds and feeling much cleaner. When they were done, they got Misty to stick her behind in the air, and Ash scrubbed Misty's butt, finding this to be hilarious as usual. Once on a previous bath, Misty farted in Ash's face, but that only made him laugh harder, so she avoided it in the future. Although she did take pleasure in having her butt rubbed, especially after getting a Literal Ass Kicking or something similar. Which she got a lot. After scrubbing her legs and feet,, they rinsed Misty off with another bucket of water, and then drained the tub. Misty was sparkly clean and soaking wet. "I feel so lovely," said Misty, all shame of her accident forgotten. Ash rolled his eyes, for he perceived Misty to be ugly. As Misty stepped outside, a Beedrill flew by. "Aah!" Misty screamed at the top of her lungs as she started to pee in her already-wet shorts.

Ash, Misty, and Brock were on their way to the next city. All Ash could think about was finding the next gym so he could win his next badge for the Pokemon League. All Misty could think about was how badly she needed to pee. She wished she had used the bathroom before they left the previous city, but she hadn't needed to go then. At least she didn't think she did. She was used to swimming around at the Cerulean City Gym, and whenever she needed to go, she usually peed in the water instead of getting out to find a bathroom. She didn't often hold it until travelling with Ash. Misty kept an eye open for any bathrooms along the road, but for a while they ran into none. As the minutes went by, her need to pee became greater. Eventually, their path ran alongside a river, with a waterfall over a nearby mountain. Misty usually loved anything water, but this time the sound of running water made her more uncomfortable. As they walked, Misty was in desperate need of a bathroom. She considered going for a swim in the river, with the excuse that she loved swimming, but the current of this river looked too strong to swim in. She sighed and continued walking along the path with Ash and Brock. She could feel the pee sloshing around inside her. About twenty minutes later, they finally left the river and reached a forest area. Misty really needed to go, and she couldn't see any cities or bathrooms nearby, so she decided to do the only thing she could in this situation. "Can we stop for a minute?" she said, putting both hands on her crotch. "What's the matter, Misty?" said Ash. "I have to go to the bathroom really badly," said Misty, blushing a little. "I thought I'd go behind those trees, so no peeking!" "We'll be waiting right here," said Brock. Misty ran into the woods. She didn't want to go too far, but she also wanted to make sure she was out of Ash's sight. She stopped behind a particularly big tree. She was sure no one could see her here. But before she could even put a hand on her jean shorts to pull them down, several Kakuna suddenly same down all around her. A few Weedle walked by. Misty froze in terror. She hated bugs more than anything in the world. She trembled with fright, and felt her shorts grow warm and wet. Waterfalls flowed down her legs in torrents, forming a puddle at her feet. After peeing for about ten seconds she turned around and ran back to the path, screaming at the top of her lungs, and still peeing. She reached the path, and stopped in front of Ash and Brock, panting. The wet spot on her shorts was clearly visible, and her legs glistened with pee. "Did you wet yourself again?" Ash teased. "Shut up," said Misty, blushing lightly. "Let me guess. Bug Pokemon again!" On their travels, Misty would usually pee herself whenever she was frightened by a Bug Pokemon. She was kind of used to it by now, but it was still embarrassing for her.

*Sigh* I sat up groggily with sunlight in my eyes. "Oh no, I'm late!" I jumped out of bed and put on my overalls. All I knew was that my older sister was going to be mad at me. I was supposed to help set out the feed for the Touros and Miltank. There was no time for me to get fully ready, so I ran outside. "I'm here!" I shouted. "It's about time, Amelia. I thought I was going to do all the work again." "I'm sorry..." I quickly began to get to work, and started bailing some hay. We worked for about an hour, and I quickly realized I never had a chance to use the bathroom. "Amelia, I'm going to take a break. You continue for a while without me." "Okay, Lacy." She went inside and I quietly cursed myself for not using the bathroom. I continued bailing hay to give to the Pokemon. After what seemed like half an hour, Lacy finally came back out. "Amelia, can you come watch some Pokemon for a while? I need to run up to the pokemart real fast." "Oh really? Sure!" I put away my pitchfork and ran inside. "They're right in back. I shouldn't be gone too long." "Thank you!" I never really get the chance to watch the trainer's Pokemon because Lacy is the senior caretaker. I usually get to watch after eggs. She led me around back, and I saw the little poockyena and gible tussling. "Oh not again!" Lacy cried. She quickly separated them. "Amelia, make sure that these two don't fight each other. They've been mean to each other lately." "Okay." Lacy left, and I realized I still hadn't peed. My bladder was starting to hurt, and I gave myself a quick squeeze. I sat down and the poockyena jumped up onto my lap. "Oh!" I felt my panties dampen and I tensed up. "Warn me before you do that!" I scolded. But he was a little cutie so I petted him. "I wish Lucy would get back soon..." The small pooch jumped down from my lap, and I leaked again. "Oh!!!" I grabbed myself and grimaced in pain. I realized I could no longer hold it, and rushed towards the corner of the room. I began to unbutton my overalls, and then I felt it: a gradual stream began to dampen my panties, and I cried out. I grabbed myself, but it was no use. The urine soaked my hands, and I began to cry. "Oh no... What'll I do? What happens if Lucy sees me like this..." I sobbed. The warmth spread down my legs and into my boots. My socks were soaked by the time I was finished. I quickly debated in my mind, "I can't let Lucy see me like this... But the Pokemon must come first..." I decided to stay to watch the two rascals. After about an hour, I was quite uncomfortable being in wet clothes. My crotch was starting to chafe, but there was nothing I could do. Lucy finally walked in. "Hey Amelia." "Hey..." She walked over and set a bag on a table. "I hope they weren't too much troubl- oh... What happened?" I blushed furiously and looked away, "Not much... I kept a close eye on these two..." Lacy put a hand on my shoulder, "Amelia... You could have taken a bathroom break if you had to go. Go clean yourself up." I got up, and walked to my room. My socks were still wet, and I could feel a little squish every step I took. When I arrived into my room, I closed the door behind me. To be honest, the warm wetness on my crotch made me feel hot. I figured I had enough time for release. I took off my wet overalls, and examined my still soaked blue striped pantsu. They were darker in the crotch, but somewhat see through. I kept my wet socks on and laid on my bed to play. I slowly rubbed the urine into my wet pussy, and I felt myself climax. "Oh!" It dawned on me that I needed to have this feeling more often. and the pleasure quickly relaxed me, and I fell asleep.

this is a comic im working on, some people said they'd be interested so imma upload it, it is nsfw and depicts pokemon in sexual acts and suggestive situations. they arnt anthro either. this comic isnt only about pee but covers various things, but it hasnt gotten that far. so enjoy.

"Hurry up Dawn, we'll be late to professor Rowan's lab!" Lucas said as he grabbed my hand and started to drag me. I should probably give some backstory here. After Ash left Sinnoh, I continued to work at Professor Rowan's lab as his assistant. I continued to embrace contests too, of course, but most of my time is spent with the professor. Lucas, after obtaining the 8 Sinnoh badges, realized his true dream was to understand Pokemon as much as he battled and trained them. He wanted to unlock their true potential, so he decided to become a researcher at the lab. Most people also don't realize that after we dispatched team galactic, we raided their notes on the energy of Pokemon evolution, and how it could be harnessed. After a couple years of research, we discovered the process known today as mega evolution. "Sinnoh to Dawn! We've got to get to the lab or Rowan will totally give us menial work today!" I finally caught up with reality and ran after Lucas. Professor Rowan could make any day drag if you were late. One time he made us study differences between shiny Pokemon and regular Pokemon… except we were also in charge of obtaining a shiny Pokemon. I don't know about you, but shinies are a bit rarer than they tell you. We finally arrived at the lab, and just in time too. "Well you two sure do like to arrive in the nick of time." "Sorry professor. We were just um… trying to get past a horde of wild bidoof." "I see… Well, today I have an important task for the both of you. I need you two to deliver this package to Sunnyshore city gym." "A delivery? Usually we just send them via staraptor." Lucas complained. "Ah! But this is quite an important package. Staraptor are known for getting… sidetracked. I cannot afford this to be lost or delayed. I entrust you two will get it delivered by Friday." "Friday!" I complained, "that's only three days!" "And when I was young, I used to make routine trips all across Sinnoh in a single day." I looked at Lucas, and he just shrugged. "Okay professor. We'll be on our way then?" "That would be great. Once it's delivered, feel free to take a week off. You two have been working hard!" "Thanks professor! Come on Lucas, let's be on our way!" We exited the lab, and boy was this package heavy. "So it's too fragile to bring by flying, and I can't carry this thing on a bike. Guess we'll just have to lug this thing. Take turns?" "Of course! I would never let you carry that the entire way by yourself!" "Good. Because it's your turn!" I handed him the package. "Sheesh! What's in this thing?" "Before we head out, we should grab a few supplies from the PokéMart." We walked down the road to the store. "Good morning, Dawn! Heya Lucas, what's up?" "We just need a few things before we head out to Sunnyshore." "Okay, what'll it be?" "A dozen revives, and three dozen hyper potions." Lucas and I split the bill, and we began our journey to the sunshine city. "So to be on time, we should probably get to at least Hearthome City today." "Wow. That's far Lucas." "I know, but better to arrive early than late, right? And we should minimize our stops to save time too." "So maybe skip lunch, and just stop to eat breakfast and dinner?" "Yeah. We have supplies too, so we shouldn't need to stop at Pokémarts or Pokémon centers." "I'm fine with that. I mean, your Pokemon beat all the gym leaders, so some wild Pokemon shouldn't be too hard." "Your turn Dawn." Lucas handed me the package. "So I wonder what's so special about whatever's in here. I hope Valkner opens this when we arrive." We arrived in Jubilife about an hour later, and I thought we were making pretty good time. "So to Oreburgh now? Or do we need to stop?" "I'm fine. Pokemon have been minimal." I told him. So we decided to head out for Oreburgh immediately. After about 20 minutes (thanks to some darn bug catchers) we arrived at the cave. "None of my Pokemon can use flash. What about yours Dawn?" "Yeah! Roserade can use it." I sent out my Roserade, and directed her to use Flash. The entire cave quickly brightened up. A lot of Zubat immediately took off from the sudden light, which I was quite thankful for. "So it should be a straight shot that way." Lucas pointed. We quickly walked east, towards the exit of the cave. "Golem!" A wild Golem appeared! "Roserade use Razor Leaf!" Leaves spun out at the Golem. In response, it rammed my Roserade, but looked like it injured itself too. Probably Double-Edge, "Roserade use Leech Seed!" Seeds flew out and stuck to the Golem. "Now use Protect!" A force field enveloped my Pokemon. Then I heard a different voice shout, "Golem, use Feint!" The Golem rushed us at remarkable speed, and smashed right through the barrier. "Roserade!" My Pokemon was KOed. I then saw the other trainer. "Roark?" "Huh? Lucas, Dawn! I'm so sorry!" His flashlight illuminated in front of us. "I just knew it couldn't be a wild Golem!" Lucas laughed, "How are things going?" "Oh, you know. Just training for the next challenger. I heard from Valkner that you got all 8 badges?" "Yep. And now I work for the professor. Speaking of Valkner, we're delivering this package to him in Sunnyshore." "Ah! Well, good luck you two! Be safe!" His Pokemon tunneled down below the surface. "Well now that we have no light, this cave is going to be so much easier…" My bladder pressed slightly in protest. Honestly, I did have to pee when we were in Jubilife, but I figured I'd be fine getting to Oreburgh. But the cave was pitch black now, and it'd be harder to navigate. "So which way now Lucas?" I grabbed his hand so I wouldn't lose him. I couldn't tell if my hand was too sweaty or not. "This way?" He tugged me forward, and we were going slowly so we didn't trip or fall. I just hoped he knew where he was going. After about another hour in the cave, my bladder was constantly reminding me that I really had to go. I was really regretting not stopping in Jubilife. Because of the darkness and Lucas not being able to see me, I had my hand up my skirt and holding myself pretty tightly. I didn't think I would make it. "So are we almost there?" I asked direly. "I think so. Maybe another 20 minutes?" We continued walking, and after about 5 minutes I began to leak a little into my panties. I felt the warmth spread across my hand. "Are you okay Dawn? Your breathing pretty heavily." "I'm just a little scared." "Well, we're gonna be just fine!" Easy for him to say… I thought to myself. I sharp pain shot through my bladder, and I leaked a bit more seriously this time. I felt the warmth all across my hand, and a stream ran down my bare legs into my socks. I gripped myself harder, knowing that I was on the verge of having an accident. I continued walking, and leaked a bit every couple minutes. Until I stumbled over a rock, in which a short scare caused me to release my hold. I felt the warmth running down my hand and legs, and my socks were getting soaked on the side too. Grasping the fabric and feeling the liquid pour out was quite arousing, but I slowly came to realize that there was a loud hiss to my peeing and the splatter of it on the ground. "Um, Dawn? Are you okay?" "Yeah…" I was so embarrassed right then, and I definitely couldn't tell Lucas. I tried to dry my soaked hand on the backside of my panties. We walked in the darkness for another 20 minutes or so, and my wet panties were really starting to bother me. Every so often I reached up my skirt to adjust them; the soaked fabric kept giving me a wedgie. "I can see the light!" Lucas proclaimed. "Finally… that was such a long walk." We exited the cave, and I breathed in a long sigh of relief. "Hey Dawn, let's stop at the Pokemon Center for a short break." "Okay." We walked across the street and entered the Pokemon Center. "I'm gonna use the washroom real quick. Then we can get a bite to eat?" "That's fine." Lucas left, and I quickly entered the changing room. I set down my bag, and pulled out a fresh pair of panties to change into. Just as I unbuttoned my skirt, and it slid to my shoes, someone else barged into the changing room. "Ah!" I shouted as I pathetically tried to pull my shirt down to cover my underwear. "Sorry! I didn't know you were in here!" The lady glanced down at my underwear. "Oh my… there is a restroom here young lady. This is not the restroom." My face flushed with embarrassment. "I, uh- um… didn't make it here." I looked down, "can you leave now while in change?" "Oh, sorry!" She closed the door, and this time I locked it. I can't believe I forgot to lock it. I slipped my wet underwear off, and put on a dry pair. Wet underwear does feel a little good, in a naughty way, but the feeling of dry underwear is so much more comfortable. I examined my wet pair, and noticed a slight yellow tinge where they were wet. "Oh no! They have a stain!" I stuck the wet pair in my bag, and exited the changing room. Thankfully, the lady was not there. Just as I returned to the entrance, Lucas exited the restroom. "Erm… Dawn?" He looked down at my legs. I looked down and noticed I forgot to put my skirt back on. I grew red and quickly pulled my skirt up. "You saw nothing!" I began to cry. Lucas embraced me, "It's been a long day. Why don't we rest up a bit?" "Okay…" I sniffled." We went into one of the rooms, and slept for the night. I woke up at around 3:00 am and wasn't sure why I woke. I tried to fall back asleep, but I kept thinking about how I'd wet myself the previous day. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. It felt good… but I wasn't sure if I would say I liked it. I was quite aroused by the feeling, but scared that someone would find out. I kinda wanted it to happen again, but I wasn't sure how to do it without someone noticing. I eventually fell back asleep. "Dawn." I woke up to Lucas shaking my arm. "Huh?" I sat up groggily. "It's about 9:00 am. We should get going soon." "Oh. Okay. What route are we going?" I sat up on the couch and put my shoes on. "I think we should head north and then east so we reach Hearthome. After that, I think we should just continue east and follow the roads until we hit Sunnyshore. We might have to camp though by the road." "Okay. So we have to make it at least past Hearthome today." "Yeah. And we've got to reach our goal today. This package is due tomorrow." "Yep. So are we ready?" "Yeah." We headed out towards Hearthome, and I got to carry the package first. Nothing eventful really happened, and we reached Hearthome in about 7 hours. I really had to pee by the time we arrived. "Okay I need to make a restroom break, like right now." "Okay. We'll stop at the Pokemon center." We hurried to the center, and I quickly rushed to the ladies' room. As I sat down on the toilet, the pee was already coming out of me. The relief felt SO good. I came out of the restroom, and we continued on our way. We stopped to camp at about 9:30, and ate a small dinner. I fell asleep right after we ate. Of course I had dreams. I dreamt that I was in a crowd, and was struggling against team galactic. In my dream we followed them into the Distortion World, and I was attacked by Giratina. As he lunged at me, I awoke with the heart racing. It was around 2:00 am, and everything was dark. I'll admit that I was a little scared camping on the road with almost no Pokemon awake. I realized the reason I woke up was because I had to pee, but I was scared to get up. I reached down into my sleeping bag and slid my hand down my skirt. After a while, I felt the familiar warmth run across my hand as I peed, slowly soaking the sleeping bag.

With thanks to Sake, Biku, RowletForSenator, and Phoenix (lordbardak) for editing (Note: Contains explicit mention of underaged genitalia and peeing... like, a lot of peeing. Reader discretion advised) Today could not have been a more perfect day to walk through the forests of the Hoenn region. Sunny skies, fair temperature, and a pleasant breeze kept people and Pokemon alike invigorated in their travels. Indeed, it was not an uncommon sight to see a pretty Pokemon or two going about between the trees, whether they were looking for food or just wanting to explore the world at their own pace. May, the novice Pokemon trainer and contest competitor, certainly kept her eyes on the woods as she walked along the trail with her friends. However, she wasn’t just looking for a new Pokemon to catch and train, but also for a little more personal reason. Ugh, I have to pee, she thought with a frown, a hand idly resting near her groin. Her other hand held a tall water canteen, almost empty from the long walk they had been on. Even in the sun, enough time had passed for that water to make its way into her bladder, and now a dull throb kept distracting her from enjoying the walk. May let out a quiet sigh. The next town was still about a day away, and there wouldn't be any bathrooms to make use of along the way. No, she'd have to squat behind a tree or bush, which was not something she was looking forward to. She'd done it plenty of times already, ever since her mom first taught her how when she was little, but squatting was just a pain in the butt for her. She didn't like the strain it put on her legs, and it always carried a risk of something going wrong, like losing balance and falling on her rear, or getting caught by a wild, aggressive Pokemon. She didn't even want to think about if a boy saw her with her shorts down. Like it or not, she was gonna have to answer nature's call in its domain soon. Might as well take care of it sooner rather than later, she figured. Coming to a stop, May opened her mouth to speak. "Uh, hey guys?" That wasn't her. Instead it came from Ash Ketchum, the boy walking behind her. May, along with her brother Max and the rookie breeder Brock, turned around. There was Ash, with a hand between his legs and one knee rubbing against the other, carrying a nervous smile. His Pikachu rested on his shoulder, also looking a bit embarrassed at his owner. “Could we maybe stop for a minute? I gotta go again!” he said, his eyes shut. A bead of sweat ran down everyone’s head. Business as usual with Ash, huh? May thought to herself. “You could’ve asked us anytime if it’s that bad, you know,” said Brock. “Sorry, I was so busy keeping an eye out for wild Pokemon, I wasn’t paying attention!” “It’s a shame we can’t teach him the Endure move,” said Max with a sigh. May giggled a bit at the joke. “Well, I can’t blame him. I could use a little pit stop, myself,” she said, giving a little wiggle to her hips. “I see…” Brock looked at May more intently than usual. This stare was quickly broken by a glare and growl from Max. “Uh, then let’s take a break! Guys on one side of the road, girls on the other?” “Works for me!” Ash was quick to depart for the trees, still holding onto himself. “Well, if everyone else is stopping, I may as well too. I mean, I could have held it for a while, but still,” said Max, following after Ash. There was a noticeable stiffness to his walk. May kept a close eye on Brock as he walked into the woods as well, making sure he was fully out of sight. Once that happened, she placed a hand to her groin, now that no one was around to watch her squirm a little. Alright, let’s get this over with, she thought, turning to the woods behind her. She stepped forward, only to immediately come to a stop before walking into a bush of poisonous leaves. “Eep, close one!” She backed up immediately and looked for another way around. Unfortunately, this plant was notorious for growing in large batches, and there seemed to be bushes of the stuff everywhere on her side. Even if she found a detour around, she didn’t trust that there wouldn’t be more out of plain sight. That was the last thing she wanted near her exposed legs, rump, and “Little Shellder” as her mom called it. With a sigh, May turned around and walked into the boys’ side of the forest, where not a single poison bush could be seen. She didn’t like the thought of being exposed around them, but if anything, she could trust Max to keep a tight rein on them. Besides, as long as she headed in at a different angle, there would be little chance they’d bump into each other. Or so she thought. As she passed a tree, May noticed some colors contrasting with the greens and browns of the woods in the corner of her eye. She immediately looked, hoping it would be a new Pokemon, but instead found something very different. Standing with their backs angled towards her were Ash, Brock, and Max, all three in the process of relieving themselves. She could see their streams, steady and uniform like a Mudkip’s Water Gun except more yellow, leaving from between their legs and making all kinds of noises as they fell into a bush, scattering the liquid everywhere. Ash looked relieved as expected, but Brock was smiling too, and especially Max seemed happy with how much he was finally able to let out. Even Pikachu got in on it, standing on his hind legs and tinkling onto a tree bark, his head held up and a long “Piiiiii~” escaping his open mouth. May’s face went red instantly. This was not a sight she was expecting to see today. Perhaps the crazier thing, however, was that she didn’t want to look away. Despite growing up with Max, this was the first time she had ever seen a boy peeing… and they were standing up. Did they really not need to squat down like she did, at least for going number one? It looked so effortless, with practically zero chance of falling over or getting a poison leaf on their place down there, which she thankfully couldn’t see from here. If only she could do something like that… Wait! It was like a Torchic used Flash to light up something inside her brain. She didn’t know what boys had, but who really said she couldn’t pee standing up too? Maybe she needed to take an extra step or two, but if there was even a chance she could make it work, then it was definitely worth trying. And what better time to test it out than now? Watching the boys relieve their bladders made her own throb a little harder, reminding her of her original reason for coming here. Putting her legs together, she snuck away and let the boys finish up by themselves. She didn’t stop until she had put more than a few trees and bushes between them; they would practically have to be right on top of her to catch what she was gonna do. Her privacy secured, May had to wonder exactly how this would work. She definitely lacked whatever boys had to aim it forward. The only way she could probably shoot it out like that was if she was leaning back on a log with her legs spread wide and underwear totally off. No, it was gonna come out straight down, which meant she needed to have absolutely nothing in the way for that. May took one last look around for any Pokemon or people, her gloved hands moving up her mini-skirt and other her shorts. Satisfied with her privacy, she hooked her fingers around the waist and pulled both her shorts and underwear down to her ankles. She then lifted one foot out and rotated them so that her legwear rested on the outside of her other foot. Standing back up, May lifted her skirt from the sides, revealing her bottom and “Skitty” to the forest around her. Looking down at it, she felt a little weird letting it air out like this, even somewhere she couldn’t be seen. Still, she could feel the urine just inside begging to be let out now. So… is this all I gotta do? May wondered as she glanced from her groin to the ground below. It seemed simple enough; with her feet at about shoulder-width, gravity would take care of it for her. Maybe her shoes would get a little bit of splatter, but that would wipe off easy enough. Still, it was probably better to start things slow. May took in a small breath as she gradually lowered her hold, like a faucet slowly being turned on. A soft glint could be seen at the exit before the first drops, tinted with only a hint of yellow, fell through the air, hitting and almost immediately soaking into the dirt below. Another little dribble followed after, this one adding to the tiny damp patch. Okay, so far so good. May had to admit, this risky way of piddling was working better than she expected. The only part of her that had gotten wet was the one place she knew would have to be wiped anyway. A little smile grew on her face. Maybe this was gonna be easier than she thought. But if she just kept it to a tiny trickle, she’d be stuck here forever. Her body seemed to agree, as she felt her muscles relaxing further, letting more urine pass through. A little tingly feeling, something she usually got if she had to go fairly badly, radiated from her groin, and May closed her eyes while deciding to express her relief. “Haaahh… Aaah!?” Her eyes shot open as she quickly felt the one thing she didn’t want to feel: warm and wet. May looked down at her stream and her heart immediately skipped a couple beats. Her pee was now coming out at a strong force, but not at all like the steady stream she wanted. Droplets flew out at all angles, and a trail ran down each leg, leaving a gleam in the sunlight. She could see plenty of it flying off the puddle growing between her feet, landing on her socks, shoes, and even her shorts and undies. “Ah, no no no!” she cried out, her arms flailing at her sides. She tried to clench herself shut, but it wasn’t happening, not with her pee already leaving at full force. In her panic, May tried to buck her hips back and forth, hoping to somehow direct the stream a little. If there was any difference, it was that it flew forward a bit between jerks, but otherwise stayed just as messy. May came to a stop as the futility of it finally dawned on her. This was a failure, no two ways about it. Her legs were soaked, shoes and socks felt gross, and even her pulled-off panties weren’t spared. As her spray slowed into a little tinkle and then into a stray drop or two falling off, May let a frown come on and her upper body hunch over in defeat. “Aw, man…” Shaking her head in disbelief, May grabbed her fanny pack and pulled out several environmentally-friendly tissues, then went to work wiping her lower body down. She got it all off her skin, but there was little she could do for her clothes at the moment. Her only hope was that there would be a river soon for her to wash them in private, and that some of her cosmetics could mask the faint smell of urine. Faced with such an embarrassing moment, May wondered if this had been a good idea in the first place. She shook that thought out of her head in the next second. Whenever she lost in a Pokemon battle or contest, she knew that getting mopey and beating herself up didn’t solve anything. The best thing was to pick herself up, see what she did wrong, and try again. Why wouldn’t that be the case here? It had worked at first, surely there was a way to guarantee a successful standing pee. She just had to figure it out for next time. Alright! Next time, I’ll pee just like a boy! She mentally declared while putting her foot back through her undergarments, yanking them back up with a determined look. Said look quickly changed to one of mild gross-out. Ew, gotta change into my other clothes next chance I get! “Ah, at least I’m out of those shorts now.” May crawled out of her tent, looking a bit tired from all the walking she had done that day. The setting sun put an orange tint on her spare clothes: a sleeveless, reddish top with a green bandanna, white gloves, green belt, and a different pair of shoes. It was a bit much to completely change her outfit, but even out in the woods, she still couldn’t deny her sense of fashion. The faint smell of something delicious perked her up a bit. She looked at the campfire to find Brock in the middle of cooking some stew, with Ash and Max eagerly awaiting the meal to come nearby. Hope I can get at least one bite in between all these bottomless stomachs! “A pleasant day on the trail and Brock’s cooking on top of that?” she said while walking up to them. “I’m starting to feel a little spoiled today!” “Is that why you decided to change your entire outfit?” asked Max. “Um, I…” May put on a nervous smile and her hand behind her head. “Er, yes! I just wanted to, um, dress for the occasion! You know, since we don’t get to eat Brock’s cooking that often!” “But we just ate some of his cooking a couple days ago,” said Ash. “Yeah, and you didn’t dress special for that, either,” added Max. Shoot, why do their brains still have to work on an empty stomach!? May’s brain drew a blank no matter how hard she tried to think of another good excuse, or any excuse for that any matter. She definitely didn’t want anyone to know the messy experiment she just tried, but lying was never a strong point of hers. She needed to find a way out of this discussion, and fast. “Oh?” That’s when she found, or rather felt, her solution. May put her legs together and a hand between them, giving a little wiggle. “S-Sorry, nature calls! Gotta go!” she declared before quickly trotting off towards the woods. “I wonder what that was about?” she heard Ash say. “I dunno. You kinda get used to it when you spend enough time with her,” said Max, “Why, this one time growing up, I remember when she really had to go to the bathroom, and…” May didn’t catch the rest of the story, but if it was the one she thought Max was recounting, she would have some very choice words with him when she got back. How was she supposed to know back then that an Oddish could bury itself up to its leaves? It took her forever to get used to peeing outdoors again after that. With a groan, May returned her focus to her new issue, the building pressure in her bladder again. She hadn’t peed since her failed standing attempt, partly because no one else needed to stop again. The biggest reason was that she wanted to try thinking up some ways to improve her chances of success before she tried again. She had boiled her failure down to two problems. First, she needed a way to give her pee some forward momentum, since making it go straight down seemed to invite trouble. Second, and more embarrassingly, she remembered a few things about how her “plumbing” worked, namely that while standing, the exit was covered up by her “Bellossom petals”, as mom had called them. May stopped to scratch her cheek. Mom sure had some silly ways to talk about my vagina! While that issue was simple enough to deal with, the lack of proper aim still proved a problem. As she walked, May tried to think of a way to maybe angle herself so it could come out more forward than down with a little force. While she thought, her eyes drifted towards two trees growing a couple feet apart from each other, with a couple bushes nearby. It'd make for good cover, but something about the way they were positioned made her tilt her head, like it could prove to be more than that. "Hmm… Oh!" It hit her like a Blaziken using a high jump kick. She smiled at the naughty idea she just came up with. Maybe it wouldn’t work all the time, but she may have found a way to hit two Pidgeys with one stone. Giving another look around to make sure she was alone, May walked over to the trees, her hands already hooking around her shorts and panties. She pulled them down and stepped one foot out just like last time. That was where the similarities ended; putting a hand on one tree for balance, May lifted her leg with the clothes around her ankle up to the other tree at a nearly ninety-degree angle, letting her naked groin really shine in the setting sun. She then bit down on the glove of her free hand, pulling it loose and leaving the garment in her mouth. Her bare fingers delicately pulled apart the “petals” down below, leaving a certain hole exposed with nothing in the way. May’s heart quivered in anticipation, making her cheeks turn a light red. Her bladder was more than ready to get the flow going, but May knew she couldn’t just let it out on its own pace this time. If she wanted to avoid a cleanup this time, she needed to push it out. I knew those exercises would come in handy someday! “Hmph!” May tensed her muscles, forcing the urine out of its home and through the exit. It shot out of her in a steady and strong stream, almost sparkling in the sunlight and flying forward a fair distance before arcing downward and breaking up, hitting the grass with a faint piddling noise. Her force also produced a slight hiss from her personal water spout; she was certainly thankful everyone else was distracted back at the camp to not hear and see this private performance of hers. But more than that, May began to smile in excitement. Her technique was working! Maybe her raised leg would be a little tired after this, and she could still feel the need for some tissues once she was done, but this was already going way better than her first try. The relief was quite nice, too. Pushing so much out so quickly was leaving a nice emptying feeling in her, like ridding herself of all the stress that had been building inside her. It wasn’t quite as strong as the couple times when she made it to the toilet right before she peed her pants, but she couldn’t complain about having some nice sensations to go along with her success. “Mmm…” She sighed with the glove in her mouth, ready to ride out the rest of her potty time in clean, happy peace. “Hmm!?” Sadly, that would not be the case. As her pee slowed down, it could not maintain the momentum to stay at that arc. As it declined, the stream gradually fell apart as well. Before she knew it, a trail ran down her grounded leg, and all those happy feelings evaporated quicker than the wet patch that had formed in the dirt. She looked at her leg as it was defiled once more with her golden, smelly waste. Her first instinct was to try and move her body to somehow stop the trickling tinkle. Unfortunately, she couldn’t, not with her body propped up so precariously. A kneejerk would make her fall over, and even more would be covered, not to mention the dirt getting on her legs and butt. Stopping the pee wasn’t happening, either; forcing her muscles like that made sure she wouldn’t be able to clench them shut until it was all out. As much as she didn’t want to, all May could do was groan in disappointment as her pee continued for a little bit longer, her leg getting wetter all the while. She could feel drops of urine soaking into her sock at the ankle, and even a little down at the heel, making her cringe. I’m gonna have to change my socks again! Once the last spurt of urine had dribbled onto the ground, May let her raised leg down, feeling the blood circulating through it again. She lifted her stained leg up and inspected the full damage, further dismaying her. “So much for that idea,” she bemoaned after removing her glove from her mouth. Not that it was a practical solution anyway; this pose only worked if she had something to brace herself on in the first place, and it still left her far messier than was acceptable. Yet again, the thought that her pursuit was doomed from the start weighed her down, but it only took a glance at her other leg to convince herself otherwise. Only leg was soaked this time, and her underwear remained dry and wearable. If anything, she had gotten closer to her goal than before. That’s right, she told herself, I know I can make this work! I don’t care how many pairs of socks and underwear I go through, I will achieve a perfect standing pee! May struck a pose of pure determination, a fire lighting within her eyes that wouldn’t stop for anything. However, a growl from her stomach quickly proved otherwise. “Ugh, Brock’s cooking sounds really good now,” she admitted, clutching her empty belly. A few used tissues lying on the ground to dissolve later, and May was on her way back to the campsite. Food was at the forefront of her mind, but she still gave a little thought to her experiment. They would be reaching the next town sometime tomorrow; maybe it would be for the best if she put off her attempts until then. She would probably have the chance to practice while taking a shower, where she wouldn’t need to worry about cleanup or being seen at all. It made more sense to her, at least. But she could leave that for later. Right now, all she wanted was some good campfire grub, nice tea to wash it down, and then retire to her tent where she could recharge for another big day tomorrow. "Nngh, why do these buildings have to be so confusing?" May rounded the corner to yet another corridor, this one looking the same as the last few. Nothing but plain halls and closed doors everywhere, nothing resembling a ladies' room, which she so badly needed. How'd she even let it get this bad? May tried to remember, but the details were hazy. They got to town, drank some tea, then the next thing she knew, she was in a desperate search for a bathroom in a random building. Hand at her groin and squirm in her hips, she continued to make her way through, every second bringing her closer to the first accident she would have since childhood. But just when that seemed unavoidable, May finally saw it: a door with a pink sign and a female stick figure, dead ahead. "Alright, finally!" She said with a smile, opening the door and stepping in without a moment's pause. "Wait, what?" May looked on in surprise and confusion. This wasn't a bathroom at all. Somehow, she now found herself in what looked like a contest hall with a big stage on the other side and a massive audience. Several girls stood at the edge of the stage. Wait, May realized, they weren't just any girls. Roxanne, Winona, Flannery, Glacia, and Phoebe… these were the female gym leaders and members of Hoenn’s Elite Four. What is going on here!? "Alright, ladies!" said Phoebe, who stood in the middle. "Time to stand and deliver!" All as one, the girls widened their stance, thrust their hips forward, and put their hands between their legs. It was at this point May noticed the biggest shocker of all: none of the ladies had any bottoms on! She couldn’t make them out very well through all the lights and strange haze in the room, but there was no doubting they were all naked in the place where it mattered most. Her shock only grew from there as five streams of urine flew forward from their groins, shimmering in the studio lights as it fell into the audience. The girls all wore different faces of relief, from Glacia’s soft smile to Flannery’s ear-to-ear grin. The hiss from all of their vaginas came through loud and clear, like invisible microphones were hooked up to their crotches. Cheers roared from the audience, louder than any crowd May had ever heard. She couldn’t pry her eyes away from this oddly-mesmerizing display; what bizarre show could she have possibly stumbled into? The streams ended as quickly as they began, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Suddenly, Phoebe lifted her arm and pointed straight at May. “Now it’s your turn to take the stage!” “Huh!?” May looked down and found that she was no longer by the door. Somehow, she now stood onstage, with everyone in the faceless crowd looking at her. Furthermore, she was wearing her pink swimsuit, with one major difference: a complete lack of undergarments. She immediately went wide-eyed and red-faced, wanting to cover herself and run away. However, her legs stayed rooted to the spot, and her hands wouldn’t move, leaving everything below the belt on display. “Go on,” she heard Phoebe say behind her. “Stand tall, assume the pose, and show them all the power inside!” May’s body moved on its own, spreading her legs, moving her hips forward, and placing her hands at her entrance. She became reminded of all the urine built up within, eager to flow out onto the audience below. I… I’m really gonna… May closed her eyes, bracing herself for whatever came next. Seconds passed as the stage, the crowd, and all the noises within swirled into darkness and silence. She re-opened them expecting to see her pee flying out. Instead, May was greeted with the canopy of her tent, and the noises of birdsong in the distance. “Wha?” She sat up, letting her sleeping bag fall and reveal her orange pajama top and pants with white stripes, and looked around in confusion. All just a dream, a very bizarre one at that. She had to wonder if a psychic-type Pokemon had used some kind of dream move on her. Why else would she ever imagine such a scenario? But then May’s half-lidded eyes fully opened as she felt the one part of the dream that was very real. “Ooh, gotta pee!” She was quickly reminded of the extra cup of tea she had before bed, and how that had led to one very embarrassing morning as a kid. It seemed there were some lessons she never fully learned, even when her bladder capacity was a bit stronger than that time. Still, she knew that it would be coming out before too long, and she needed to get behind some trees before that time arrived. May quickly slipped out of her sleeping bag, threw on her slippers, and crawled out of her tent, pausing only to let her eyes adjust to the morning sun. Looking around, she saw Ash still fast asleep in his bag, and Brock and Max’s tent was still zipped closed, so at least she wouldn’t have to worry about them. With hand in groin, May set off into the woods again. Not as far as before, she didn't want to hold this any longer than she needed to. That, and wandering off too far without any friends or Pokemon for protection was a bad idea, aching bladder or no. Her urge was strong, but not strong enough to make her forget such a vivid dream as she walked. Seeing such famous, strong women expose themselves and pee in front of an entire audience… she wouldn’t be forgetting that dream for a long time, for better or worse. At least they all looked so powerful in their stance, she supposed. Wait! It all came back to her at once; the exact way they stood as they peed, and the same pose they made her take was clear as day. Could it really be what she looking for? Sure, it came from a weird place, but if had a chance to work, then she had to give it a shot. After ducking behind a decently-covering tree and bush, May glanced down at her pajama-clad legs and slippers. She had lucked out her last two times by wearing dark shorts, but she absolutely couldn’t take any risks this time. She kicked her slippers off, then grabbed her bottoms at the waist and pulled them off as well, setting the pants down on top of the bush. The sensations of her exposed lower body in the morning breeze and bare feet touching the grass sent a shiver down her spine, making her bladder beg even harder to be free of all that urine. Just a little longer, she told herself. “Alright, let’s see…” May visualized the steps from the dream, doing her best to re-enact them. Legs spread past her shoulders, and hips thrusted forward. Those were easy enough to do, but she had to wonder about the next step. She had never tried pulling on her folds like that before, never needed to. This would be a new experience on top of a new experience, and she hadn’t been awake for five minutes yet. Her hands reached down to her warm, soft petals and gingerly pulled them upwards. Her face went red as she realized just how much pink she could now see this way, but she could tell that this would keep it from falling straight down and soaking her legs again. At least, it would as long as she remembered the golden rule to making her own gold this way: Push. Only a second passed between the moment she let go and the first release, but it felt like an eternity of waiting to her. A million thoughts ran through her mind, equal parts excitement and dread making her heart race. The moment was upon her; would she shoot or soak? As it left its uncomfortable home and passed millimeter by millimeter, she would see for herself. A small spurt heralded the start, just a bit of shiny, golden liquid flowing out as much forward as down and hitting the ground with an inaudible patter. May’s whole body went rigid, but her bladder kept pushing, no time to stop it now. Next came a trickle, chaotic and broken, falling at the dirt before her. It still left cleanly enough even at this splatter, but May knew she couldn’t keep it at this rate. It would get stronger whether she wanted it to or not, and knowing the relief to come, she definitely wanted it. Her pee built up from there, becoming steadier and stronger, landing narrower and further, until it reached its peak: a powerful stream, long and robust, flying forward and breaking up only as it began to dip towards the earth. Noises entered May’s ears, of both the small, targeted rainfall and the hiss from down below. She then detected a faint hint of her scent too, and she briefly wondered if this would end up attracting any Pokemon to her. I sure hope not! But nevermind that, May could barely believe the sight happening before her. She was peeing… standing up… and it was working! Maybe not one hundred percent, as she could feel just a bit of it dripping off the bottom of her vagina, but anyone who caught her right now would say she was peeing as good as any boy. Her mouth opened up in surprise at first, both from the success and the naughtiness of such an ungirly action. However, it gradually lifted into a smile as free and unashamed as the stream before her. “I… did it!” she declared to the world. “I can pee standing up!” May laughed in triumph, feeling unstoppable in that moment. If only those girls from her dream could see her now; they’d be clapping and cheering her on, the audience below roaring with approval at her flawless technique. It was a shame this sort of display wouldn’t win her any contests, but she was certain she would win a gold medal if they ever allowed it. She let loose another laugh, but quickly remembered how close to the camp she still was. “Eep!” She quickly shut her mouth and glanced behind, though she couldn’t see anything. I hope no one heard that! She’d almost prefer soaking her legs again than giving Max more ammo for embarrassing stories. Best to just relish in the moment quietly, she decided. Leaning her head back, May closed her eyes and let out a long, uninterrupted sigh as she took in the pleasure of a nice morning pee. She’d never tell another soul, but emptying her bladder first thing in the morning had a certain satisfaction to it, much like how another person would enjoy a cup of coffee or their wakeup stretches. It was the icing on the cake to her hard-earned success, and she would enjoy it to the last drop. Said drop didn’t happen for a while, but eventually, her stream declined in power, the hard splatter on the damp dirt fading into a faint piddle, and the hiss of her personal water gun disappearing. Even then, her pee took its sweet time growing weaker, to the point that it felt like minutes passed before it stopped completely, even though it really hadn’t been that long. A large puddle remained in front of her, and would stay there for a while before soaking and evaporating away. “Hah… wow, I actually did it,” she muttered to herself, still as red-faced as ever. She wanted to stay there and bask in the slight afterglow of success, but May knew staying here like this was asking to be caught. Best to wipe up and get dressed before that could happen. That was when May thought of something rather dismaying. “Ugh, I forgot to bring tissues,” she groaned, lowering her head. Without wiping, she was sure to leave a small wet spot on her pajamas, and she’d never hear the end of it if the boys saw her. Luckily, a solution quickly presented itself. A slight breeze picked up, blowing against her exposed “Luvdisc”. She gasped at the sudden feeling, but quickly noticing it was not an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it was helping her dry up, making what drips she still had fall to the grass between her feet. May breathed out a relaxed breath; it’d take a little bit this way, but it gave her more time to enjoy the moment. As she drip-dried, May thought of what else was ahead of her today. She never considered herself unconfident, but now she felt as though she could take on all of Hoenn right now. Come what may, this girl would always take the stage knowing she had the power to stand and deliver. And now, for something completely different: the original English anime opening, as sung by May in mid-pee! I’m gonna pee standing up Like no girl ever has! I won’t squat in an itchy shrub The boys, I will outclass! I will trickle through the air, Spraying far and wide With these two folds, you should beware The power that’s inside! Potty time! (Gotta stand up tall!) It’s time to pee, And standing is much more free! Potty time! Oooooh, it feels so good In the way that peeing should! Potty time! (Gotta stand up tall!) I peed a ton! “Little Shellder’s” had her fun Wipe and dress and now I’m done! Pot-ty time! (Gotta stand up tall) Gotta stand up tall Potty time!

(Note: Contains underaged wetting desperation. Reader discretion advised) This story commissioned by Night Rain Mornings in Sinnoh were always so pretty. The way the rising sun made the snow-peaked mountains in the distance sparkle, and the rays of light shining through the trees always made her happy that she actually woke up early enough to witness such beauty. Then again, she might have been a bit biased. How could she not have such appreciation for the morning when her very name was Dawn? Stepping outside of the Pokemon Center she had spent the night in, Dawn paused to raise her arms over her head, fingers interlocking as she stretched out in the sunlight with a big smile on her face. She couldn’t explain it, but it felt like today was going to be a good day somehow. Maybe she would make a new friend in her journey as a Pokemon trainer, or possibly catch a new Pokemon. Maybe if she was really lucky, she might even get to see a legendary Pokemon today. Dawn giggled to herself a bit. She was only a couple months into her adventure; meeting a legendary Pokemon out of the blue was still a long ways off. Then again, she had been through quite a bit already, having crossed paths with the sinister Team Galactic and even witnessing the three lake spirit Pokemon, although in dangerous circumstances. Even after all that, it still felt like she had only just gotten started, especially after seeing how much her friends had grown in such a short time. Oh well, she wasn’t going to keep up with her friends just by standing around wondering about it. Turning to the road that lead outside of the city, Dawn felt that sense of excitement and nervousness that always came up when she was about to set off on a new trail. It always reminded her of when she left home for the first time. “Okay, let’s see here,” she said as she opened up her bag. “Potions, check! Repels, check! Food and water, check!” She zipped up the bag and grabbed one of the Pokeballs on her belt, this one containing a Riolu she managed to catch a month ago. “Pokémon at full health, check!” Putting it back, she looked down at her clothes, a black top and pink mini-skirt with a long scarf and tall, pink boots. “Clean, cute outfit… mostly check.” Dawn patted her head, lacking the beanie she loved to wear up until about a week ago after an incident involving a Grimer that she really didn’t want to think about. “I hope the next city has a good hat store,” she said with a grimace. Shaking her head, Dawn returned her focus to the task at hand. “Alright, looks like I’m ready to set off again!” she declared with a smile. Walking with a spring in her step, Dawn hummed a tune as she left the town behind her. Adventure awaited, and she was certain she was prepared for anything today could throw at her. “I knew I was forgetting something.” Dawn muttered this to herself, even though nobody was around to hear her. Well, there might have been a Pokémon or two behind some of the trees in the forest she found herself in, but she didn’t want them hearing, either. The thing she had forgotten about was not an important item or a crucial step in preparing her Pokemon for any dangers ahead. Rather, it was a simple part of her morning rituals she had neglected in her excitement to head off to a new city. Specifically, it was something involving the bathroom and her bladder filled with a night’s worth of liquids. The more time had passed, the more she had come to regret her forgetfulness. Dawn paused to take a moment to rest, leaning against a tree with her legs lightly rubbing together. How long had she been walking today? Not even a couple hours, but still plenty of time for her drink from breakfast to go through her body. The water she had been sipping along the way didn’t help, either. The thought occurred to her that maybe now was a good time to take a quick break. She was alone in the woods with plentiful cover and plenty of tissues in her bag. Circumstances could not be any more ideal for her. She could almost hear the relieving sound of water piddling against the earth right now… Wait, she really was hearing that. Turning her head, she soon found its source. A wild Buneary stood before a tree, a big grin on his face as a yellow stream flew from between his legs, making a puddle that ran down the trunk and onto its roots. Dawn gasped both in surprise and disgust, making the Buneary’s ear twitch and eyes snap open in panic. It turned and darted into the bushes, leaving a trail of urine along the ground as his bladder kept draining even while he fled. “Guess I won’t be catching that one,” sighed Dawn. It was disappointing to let a Pokemon get away so easily, but worse than that, the sight of something handling its business only made her body yearn for relief that much more. It reminded her of a memory from long ago, when she was just a little girl. She really didn’t want to remember it, but the details were just as vivid as the day it happened: standing at the bathroom line in the park plaza, dancing in place with one hand between her legs and the other in her mom’s hand, trying and failing to not pay attention to the large fountain of cascading water nearby. She did her best, but she still ended up making her own golden waterfall right there, running down her legs and ruining her favorite underwear and sundress while tears streaked down her blushing face. Dawn wished that was the only time such misfortune befell her. Unfortunately, potty troubles were a somewhat regular problem for her growing up, as her ability to hold was never up to par with the other kids her age. Every time it happened, she would swear to herself that she would learn to hold it better when she grew up. Now was the time to prove that to herself. If she could just could hold it until she reached the next town, it would show how much she has grown in her travels. Standing back up, she set off on the path again with a look of determination. “I can do this,” she said to herself, “I’m a grown trainer just like my friends. I won’t let something like this stop me, no sir!” “Oooh, I hope I get there soon!” The sun had reached the middle of the sky, yet there were still no signs that Dawn was nearing the next city. The forest continued to stretch on as far as she could see, certainly not a good sight for her morale. It also did not help that her walking had slowed since that morning. The confident stride she once had was now replaced by a stiff shuffle, with her legs pressed together and a hand placed between them. Her bright smile had dropped to a grim frown while her eyes would regularly glance to the bushes and trees on the sides, their presence tempting her further with every passing minute. Worst of all, the path had taken her near a local river, with all the sights and noises that entailed. Just like when she was a kid, Dawn tried her hardest to not look, listen to, or even think about all the rushing water nearby, with limited success. Yet, even with all the protesting her mind and bladder could muster, Dawn simply would not give into their demands. Shaking her head and trying to stand up tall again, Dawn raised a fist and furrowed her brow. “I w-won’t give up,” she declared to the woods around her. “I’ll give everything I have, and I’ll make it, j-just like a real train-eep!” Her bladder’s rebuttal was simple yet effective: with Dawn’s lapse in concentration, it was not hard for a little bit to leak out of her, immediately creating an unpleasant warmth in her underwear. Dawn corrected her mistake at once, shoving her hands right back between her legs, doubling over and putting all her strength into keeping her panties from being dyed any further. Several agonizing seconds passed, but the pressure subsided eventually. Dawn stood upright, letting out a groan while keeping her hands at her groin. Her undies were safe for now, but she got the hint from the leak. “I’m… not gonna make it to the next city like this,” she admitted while glancing to some nearby bushes. “I guess I just have to find a good spot and…” “Raptor!” Dawn yelped at the bird-like shriek from behind her. She started to turn around, but a large shape already blew past her, creating a powerful gust of wind from behind that would have blown her beanie off had she been wearing it. It did, however, lift the back of her skirt straight up, revealing her choice of underwear that day: a light-blue pair of panties with a dark patch at the bottom from the prior leak. “W-what the…!?” Dawn scrambled to fix her skirt while looking for the figure. She soon saw it sitting on a tree branch ahead of her: a Staraptor, a fully-evolved and very aggressive bird Pokemon. From the way it cried at her and flared its wings, she didn’t need her Pokedex to know that it was looking for a fight. With no time to think, Dawn reached to her belt and tossed a Pokeball out of instinct. A bright flash of light appeared, and out popped her Riolu with a cry of its name. “Riolu! Get ready to fight!” yelled Dawn. She pointed at the Staraptor with one hand while the other remained between her legs. “Riolu!” replied her ally. Okay, Dawn, it’s another Pokemon battle, she thought, Just stay calm and remember your tactics. This shouldn’t be a problem! “Raptor!” Before either Dawn or Riolu could react, the Staraptor took off from the branch. It launched forward at a blinding speed, striking Riolu and flying back in almost no time at all. Dawn winced from seeing her Pokémon take a blow so early. Even she didn’t expect their foe to be so quick on the draw. She had to think of something to counter him with, and soon. But try as she might, Dawn quickly realized something: concentrating becomes very difficult when you really need to pee. “Um, er, try a focus blast!” she called out. Her Riolu responded at once, channeling its mental focus into a ball of energy, then launching it right at his target. But just as it was about to strike, the Staraptor darted to the side, and the energy blasted against the tree behind him instead. “Shoot! Use brick break!” Next, the Riolu waited for his foe to dart forward before raising his hand and delivering a powerful downward chop. Unfortunately, he met with the same result, the Staraptor dodging at the last second, but this time with Riolu left unbalanced and open to attack. “L-Look out!” But it was already too late. The Staraptor flew back and made a u-turn, then flew straight forward with its wings outstretched. He clipped right into Riolu, dragging him with it and sending him tumbling a good distance away. “Riiii!” he cried out in pain. “Riolu!” Only now did Dawn remember the advantage flying Pokemon had over fighting Pokemon. She grabbed the Pokeball and aimed it at Riolu to recall him, but then quickly found another reason to gasp. With Riolu knocked out of the way, the Staraptor had banked around and was now charging towards a new target: her. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as the fearsome bird flew straight at her. She could only stare with her body frozen in fright. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she noted something spurting into her underwear again just before she could see the whites of its eyes. “Riii!” But the Staraptor’s attack never came. Instead, it met the hard strike of Riolu’s charged palm against its face, sending it careening into a nearby tree. From there, it slumped to the ground with dazed eyes, clearly fainted from the impact. “R-Riolu?” Dawn blinked. “Rio, Rio!” he replied, looking at her with a smile and raised fist. Dawn could only smile. He may have been young, but he was one of the toughest Pokemon she knew. “Th-thank you-oh!” With the immediate danger over, Dawn’s other problem came roaring back. She felt not just a spurt, but a dribble leak through her panties, and the faint sound of it hitting the ground reached her ears. “Ah!” She snapped her legs together and buried a hand as far as it could go between them. “R-Riolu?” asked her Pokémon. Shoot, I can’t let him see this! “Uh, b-back to your Pokeball, Riolu!” she replied, aiming his Pokeball at him. A red beam emerged, enveloping Riolu and returning him inside. With no one to witness her, Dawn shoved her other hand into her groin, but it did little good. The dribble had not stopped, and she could now feel it getting on her hands, down her legs, and onto the front of her skirt. “N-no, no, please,” she whimpered. She tried to move towards a bush or tree, but her legs were firmly locked in place. All she could manage was a slight shuffle backwards. She didn’t get very far with that. With her eyes shut in desperate focus, Dawn didn’t notice the dip in the trail right behind her. The next thing she knew, she was stumbling backwards until she totally lost balance and fell onto her bottom with a yelp, her legs spread wide and revealing her damp undies to the world again. For a moment, Dawn could only sit there and focus on her sore butt, until she realized how wet it felt as well. Her cheeks burned red as the undeniable truth hit her. Against her deepest wishes, Dawn had made the last jump from leaking to fully peeing herself. It was no small accident, either. So much pee sprayed out of her that she could hear a hissing noise among the piddling sounds down there. Her panties, already sporting a big dark spot, became thoroughly soaked. It was enough to add a slight stain to the light-blue garment, and to make the pee run along the outside. Her urine only spread out from there, saturating the back of her skirt and forming a puddle that grew and grew. Dawn couldn’t lie, it felt good to finally let out all that pee. Really good, in fact. But it could never make up for the fact that she was wetting herself, just like the hopeless little girl that she used to be. No, she still was that girl, no better than before she left her home to become a trainer. “N-not again,” she choked out between sobs. Her vision grew blurred from tears, so she closed her eyes and let the hopelessness and failure sink in like the urine staining her clothes. The trainer’s path was no place for someone like her, and she knew it now more than ever. But before any other such thoughts came up, a strange sound the she had never heard before got her attention. Dawn slowly opened her eyes and lifted her head to find a weird light in front of her, and in the middle of that light… “M-Mesprit?” Dawn thought she had to be seeing things. A lake spirit Pokémon floating right in front of her, and now of all times? Had she lost her marbles now? Yet, as she they made eye contact, something strange happened. The sadness and failure that weighed her down so much seemed to fade away. Was Mesprit doing this to her? Whether it was by magic or not, Dawn could think about her accident in a less condemning light now. Now that she thought about it, it was pretty silly of her to try and hold it when she could have gone at any time. After all her adventures already, she didn’t need to prove anything to herself. This mishap was not proof of her failure, but just another lesson to be learned on her journey as a trainer. In any case, Dawn no longer wanted to sit in her puddle and feel sorry for herself. She stood back up and fixed her skirt, wincing at her hands touching the cool, wet fabric. “Th-thank you so much,” she said as she looked back to the Mesprit. “Huh?” But it was no longer there. Not only had it disappeared, but the light and strange noises were gone as well. Dawn looked all around her, but no trace that Mesprit had visited her could be found. Dawn sighed in disappointment, but then thought better of it. Maybe it was for the best that it left so soon. They would meet again when she had earned the chance, she just knew it. “I’ll become a better trainer. I swear it!” But first, she had other things to take care of. Her Riolu needed some care after such a rough fight, and he was probably worried about her to boot. More importantly, she really wanted to get cleaned up now, preferably before anyone saw her wet skirt and undies. The nearby river seemed like a good place to get all that done, and maybe take a break while she was at it. “I hope the water’s not too cold!” Dawn declared as she set off, leaving the puddle to dry under the sun. The morning may have passed, but this Dawn would stay on her path for as long as it took.