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The challenge of collecting the Bloodstone Scepter from a volcane was going to be dangerous, but Ember wasn't going to back down. True, her father, Dragon Lord Torch, had forbidden her from participating in the Gauntlet of Fire, but the draconian princess was disobeying her dad to get into the running for the position of Dragon Lord. However, she wouldn't be allowed to compete, so she needed a disguise, and she just happened to own a full suit of armor with a helmet, she painted herself green, camouflage was set. Ember had just not considered one piece in her planning stages; armor, especially full-body armor such as hers, was very difficult to assemble on oneself with no assistance. Not only was it a tedious task, but it took up so much of her morning when she slept in, she needed to strain her wings to make it to the starting point on time, panting and heaving when the exhaustion hadn't even begun. Unfortunately for the young dragon, her tiredness wasn't the only thing plaguing her, it wasn't even the one at the forefront of her mind. She had been so busy equipping the armor and painting her scales, she didn't have the time to relieve herself. Dragons don't need restroom breaks as often as ponies, they have pretty good bladder capacity, even the small Ember got by perfectly fine with one well-needed, pretty long pee after waking up each morning. She just rose too late to waste the minutes urinating this time. That was the past, and at the current moment, she was in the crowd of dragons at the cliffside where the competition would begin, and they were thankfully paying her no mind, not even her massive father. However, her bladder was straining, telling her she really should let go, regardless of her location. The claws on her feet were digging into the stone beneath her, her right leg was twitching and her tail was trembling behind her. “Damn,” Ember muttered under her breath. “Gotta piss, gotta piss, gotta piss.” Amidst all the murmuring, in-talking, and her ears under the helmet, Ember somehow heard the light scratching of claws behind her. She turned her body to look, not having much neck movement in the armor, and approaching was that purple and green runt of a dragon from yesterday. “I thought I released you, little one,” Torch shouted. “I decided to compete. I am a dragon, after all,” the baby dragon replied. Ember rolled her eyes at the shrimp of a lizard trying to be brave and went back to concentrating on her bladder. It wasn't just the fullness inside her, but her armor wasn't helping. It wasn't all metal, mostly on her stomach, but any part of her body that moved was instead a tough leather that still allowed for flexibility, but it was tight. That rough, cold material pressing against her pussy was really not helping her stay dry (in either sense). So preoccupied with her pain, she didn't even realize her dad was talking, and was only knocked back to reality by every other dragon taking off from the cliff towards the volcano. “Crap,” she shouted as she ran off the edge and took off to the air, the jolt making her wince. The first leg of the gauntlet was crossing the water pass to the volcano. Easy for winged creatures, except for the giant sea worms thrusting themselves out of the seas to either knock the dragons out of flight, or maybe eat them. Ember was a good flyer, under normal circumstances this would be egg's play. Just her luck that she felt like she could wet herself if she didn't focus on that, sapping away tremendously at her concentration. Still she flew, weaving around the sea worms, her hands gently rubbing her crotch to keep pressure down. “You can do it, Ember,” she encouraged herself. “You're smart and capable, getting that scepter will be easy. Just don't piss yourself, that's the most important thing.” The sea worms were thankfully more into attacking all the other dragons despite her armor shine, so she had an easy time not paying full attention to the creatures. Her bladder was throbbing and pained, so full and bursting. The princess wouldn't whimper, but she really wanted to. She was safe from external threats, so she breathed easy for a minute, when something unseen knocked into her stomach from below with a loud clang against her armor. It missed hitting her bladder and making her lose control immediately, but the force did knock the breath out of her, a light smoke leaving her now-open mouth and nostrils. She suddenly had no energy to move, her wings stopped, and she plummeted down to the water, unable to react as she sunk beneath the waves. ----------------- Ember's eyes opened slowly, and multiple things all occurred to her at once. The first thing was that she had not drowned, or been eaten. Next, that little dragon was standing above her, so it would appear that he was somehow responsible for rescuing her. Finally, the one that hit her the hardest, she still needed to pee. It was nice that she didn't wet in unconsciousness, not that it would have mattered being underwater and all, but that meant she was still holding, and badly. “Hey, are you okay,” the other dragon asked, leaning way too close to her face. She tried to respond, telling him to back off, but all she did was choke some water she swallowed while drowning. She hacked it up onto her armor, which lead to another revelation; her helmet was off. Her arms flew up to search for the missing piece, and they were blue again. She turned her head to the sides, and her green paint was spread out on the beach, washed off from the water. Now, she had nothing to hide her identity, and even this foreign kid recognized her immediately. “Princess Ember!” “What do you think you're doing?” Being royalty, Ember was prideful, she didn't like the idea of this pipsqueak saving her life. He also wasn't leaving so she could get back to getting that scepter...and holding herself. “Only saving your ungrateful scales!” That was a distinctly female voice, as high-pitched as the tiny one was, it couldn't be him. Now that she was observant, that pile of seaweed suddenly seemed suspicious, what with its two sets of eyes. She stood up, wincing at the added force of gravity on her bladder, and ripped the lump away, revealing two ponies, purple and white. “Ponies?! What are they doing here?” Now ponies witnessed her failure, exactly what Ember wanted. “They're my friends!” “Friends? Dragons don't do friends.” He looked insulted by that comment, so she moved on, he did rescue her after all. “Whatever, I don't care as long as none of you get in my way. I have a gauntlet to win. I don't care what my dad said! I'll show him and every dragon who thinks I'm just a little princess there are better things than being big and strong!” Ember wanted to get these strangers away from her as soon as possible. She didn't want to be delayed any more than necessary on retrieving the Bloodstone Scepter, and she'd really rather be alone to deal with her bladder privately. ----------------- Ember was flying through the sky with the baby dragon, Spike, on her back as lookout for the boulders the Slingtails were throwing, in exchange for being flown up. The two of them had covered for each other's secrets from Garble, and had come to the conclusion that a truce would be mutually advantageous, at least until both were at the entrance to the volcano. Ember rationalized that the sooner and easier she got up to the caverns, the quicker she could retrieve the scepter and get back to pee, because wicked wyverns she needed to piss so bad. Until then, she'd need to be tough and hold it. “Pull up! There's on on your tail!” That's why the help was needed, a boulder from behind her would have passed by unnoticed until it whacked into her, and she would not survive a second crash. Her bladder wouldn't, at least. She did as she was instructed by her passenger and ascended, which meant energy suddenly taken away from holding to her wings. “Give me more warning next time!” Another sudden movement would probably not end well. “I'm doing the best I can! Those things throw rocks fast! Go left!” A growl formed in Ember's muzzle, she'd throw Spike off if she didn't need him, but she did so all she could do was avoid the boulders. And of course, coping with all the sloshing she could feel inside. She was dwelling on it too much, that was only making it worse, but it was taking so much of her attention. The Slingtails were no longer a problem at least, because Ember and Spike landed on the outcropping volcanic entrance. Having rock beneath her feet was much more comfortable for the dragon, with one leg swiftly beginning to rub the other as soon as she hit solid ground. “Damn, I'm desperate. I really should have gone this morning.” “Did you say something, Ember?” And now Spike heard her disdain, though not clearly. “Ignore it.” Giant plumes of fire and screaming dragons from inside the cave showed that the struggle was far from over. Holding it longer would suck royally, she was starting to regret not doing anything about it on the beach, even if it was in the open with others right there. If she wanted any hope of making it through in her current state of distraction, she'd need the continued assistance. “Listen, Spike, I wouldn't have made it this far without you. So I guess, if you want to, we could keep working together. I mean, just until we get through that tunnel.” “Okay,” Spike shouted as he started climbing up Ember's leg to her back. Ember's eyes widened as his claws found footing between her scales, and knocked him off with her hand. “What do you think you're doing?! You don't need me to fly you anymore, don't climb on me!” “I do need you to fly, though.” He pointed into the cave and Ember's gaze followed his claw. That's when she saw the next obstacle; dozens of rock spires protruding from every part of the walls at constant intervals, something that wouldn't be possible without impressive flexibility and speed. Ember's head fell as she almost cried, but still allowed Spike to mount her before taking off once more. Dragon Lord Dad really outdid himself to pick his successor, because this tunnel was deadly. Ember had to twist her body in every direction to avoid the rain of rock slamming towards her while minding the heavier than expected baby she had to carry. She wasn't even thinking, it was all instinct, all she could process was how thankful she was to be limber and flexible. She was curving her body into C shapes, flattening herself as much as physically possible, and spreading her legs when spikes grazed the crotch of her armor. Just expending energy was not helping her hold it in, even worse moving her body so much, this was the beginning of the end. Her bladder was tired and starting to give in, it leaked a few drops into the leather, which at least didn't absorb it and make it obvious. It was crazy how much she just wanted to grab herself to relieve pressure, but that could lead to a fate far worse than an accident. Somehow, they both made it through relatively unscathed into a chamber with a sheer drop into lava, but Ember was not okay upon landing. She instantly fell on all fours with her legs together, panting and heaving. More drops began leaking out, now starting to stream out a little from the pant legs of the leather. So preoccupied with herself, she didn't notice one of Spike's pony friends, the white one (who somehow got this far wearing a rock disguise), sliding off the edge, not until Spike jumped in to pull her back, which he just barely managed without suffering the same fate. She was quick to thank her savior with a hug. “Oh, thanks, Spike!” Spike sheepishly scratched the back of his head. “It was nothing.” Somehow, miraculously, Ember regained control over her bladder, if barely. Even with a dragon's natural advantage in that area, it was almost unbelievable how badly she needed to pee right now, she honestly felt like she was about to burst and thinking about it was not making it better. No, she couldn't dwell on it any more, not if she wanted to stay dry. She was still able to put that aside to respect what Spike did, even if it was stupid. “Nothing? You just risked everything to save her! And they're putting themselves in danger just to support you!” He seemed surprised at her surprise. “Well, that's just what friends do. Don't you have anyone who looks out for you?” “Not really. Unless I count you.” Being sappy was not something dragons did, it made Ember uncomfortable just thinking about these niceties. No, it was probably her bladder, another wave of intense desperation hitting her like...one of those boulders from earlier, actually. Now she had Spike and his friends looking at her, though, she couldn't grab herself this time. It wasn't just because she was a princess with an expected visage of dignity, she had just opened herself emotionally to this baby dragon, she'd look stupid if she kept rolling with the exposures. There was only one way to fix this in her mind. “Which I don't! Because we were only helping each other get through the tunnel, and now we're through the tunnel, so that's it.” Upon hearing that, Spike froze. “So we aren't really friends?” He sounded sad. “Maybe if we were in Ponyland, but like I said; dragons don't do friendship.” And she flew off, though she looked too eager to leave for her liking. At least she resisted grabbing her crotch again until she was definitely out of sight, so everyone else was none the wiser as she departed deeper into the catacombs. Without really looking, Ember found herself in the next trial, different passages covering every centimeter of every wall, with the idea to find the right one. That wasn't so much the dragon's current concern, because she stopped moving, merely hovering while every scale on her body trembled. She began whimpering and squeaking as she unintentionally descended, her knees (covered by armor) hitting the rock bottom. She crossed her legs tight while her hands vigorously rubbed her pussy, sending her falling to the ground with her butt raised up, tail shaking like a rattlesnake. Even a trained dragon such as herself took almost a minute to recover and stand from the wave after wave of her urine begging, pleading to be released. “Recover” may not be the best word, because even upright, her claws did not move and she was dancing in place to hold it longer. “Fuck...gotta piss need to piss where can I piss I'm gonna piss,” she kept repeating, frantically looking at every opening. It was no longer about getting the scepter and returning, right now she needed a few minutes of privacy to do something. It meant she needed to leave Spike behind, even if he was nice, but sacrifices needed to be made. There were so many different paths that odds were high she could pick a random one and be unseen, there could be no better time than now. Looking really panicked with nothing to hide, Ember ran into one of the tunnels. Just as she had expected, the choice she had picked was a dead-end, it just happened to be what she wanted right now. It was a shallow room with nothing but the opposite wall, but that was not going to stop Ember now. She hurried to that wall, stood about a foot in front of it, ready to let go on the rock, until she suddenly realized the biggest obstacle was not location, it was removing her armor. Both metal and leather were connected on the back and she'd need to remove both completely, strip down fully, if she wanted to pee. The leather was even too tough to allow her to pull the crotch aside as a shortcut. Things had to be difficult. “I don't have time for this,” she shouted angrily to no one. “I'm going to soak my scales in a few seconds!” She could feel that intense burning inside, the kind being a dragon did not alleviate, she physically could not last much longer. The thought crossed her mind to just rip the leather off, she was more than capable of that strength even sapped of her energy, but that would leave her full vulva exposed to any of the other dragons, and she would not give them that kind of view. So, as much as she was against it, she'd need to meticulously remove her armor. Keeping her left hand gripping her crotch as tight as she could manage, her claws piercing into the top layer of the leather, Ember reached her right hand behind her back to the base of her wings, where the clips to her metal armor lay. With as much finesse as a direly desperate dragon could draw upon, she snapped the clasps undone and allowed the chestplate to fall forward off with a loud clang. She kicked it away, her foot shaking the whole time as she bounced on the other knee, not enough to prevent further dribblings of urine. Now it was just this last piece between the dragon and sweet release. A bunch of knots kept the tight cloth on her body, and they needed to be untied. Oh how badly she wanted to just tear the ties and get it over with, but then it couldn't stay on after. Still, she tugged on the string, when she realized that, in her rush that morning, she didn't tie them very well, they were almost falling apart on their own. All it took was a little yank for each of the straps to get them loose. Finally, something was going right in her day. Amidst the torturous pain, Ember still managed a smile as the back flaps began falling apart...but then it stopped right above her ass. Just another disrobing obstacle to build her fury, she began shaking even more violently in rage, her tail slamming the rock floor, the spiked armor on the tip piercing the stone. “My fucking tail!” The butt of the leather had a short tube on the rear she slid her tail into, because fuck everything had to be impossible for her. She reached back to the base of her tail, bending at the knees, trying her hardest not to pee. She couldn't resist, though, as a thick stream of piss jetted from her urethra into her garment, once again flowing down her legs in rivulets between her scales. Ember was so close, she just needed her tail free, and then she could step out of the armor and finally take that long-awaited leak, and her exhausted, strained, bursting bladder couldn't take it any more. Unlike every previous lapse in control, this one wasn't stopping, only growing in volume. “Shit shit shit,” she yelled in anguish. It was too late to say she didn't wet herself, but it was still a race to reduce the shame and damage. The princess couldn't be careful any more, now that she had a little slack on the rear, she yanked her tail up through the hole, the spiked tip sliding off against the tail hole and clanging against the granite ground. She strained as the appendage tried its hardest to snap free, the warmth (which did feel good to a dragon) spreading down her legs, through the gaps in her scales. The sound of hissing was audible above her grunts of fighting back. It was honestly unbelievable when it happened, but her tail slipped out from the top of the back fold of the leather and swung free. But then the whole piece refused to fall further when there should have been nothing left to hold it up. She was ready to surrender, until she realized she had somehow ignored her sleeves all this time. With determination previously unseen, the blue dragon pulled her arms in and gravity did the rest of the stripping for her. It felt like it had been hours, like her bladder had literally been at its breaking point, but there was absolutely nothing left for her to hold for, not that she had been doing such a good job of it towards the end. But now it was over, she was peeing and not wetting herself this time, the natural force propelling the stream in a forward arc, crashing into the rock wall with a loud splash and streaming down to the floor like a golden waterfall. Ember couldn't resist, she sighed quite happily at the feeling of the intense pressure fiercely leaving her body, her tail swinging around as another indicator of her mood. Yeah, she didn't really make it, her legs still felt incredibly warm with urine soaking down them, but it's not like there was any shortage of what was pouring out cleanly onto the wall. Dragon bladders were giant, after all, what was soaked into her scales was a small fraction of her capacity. The heavy, continuous flow from her urethra was more than decisive evidence of that. Seriously, this felt really good to the little dragon, her tongue hung out as she panted light smoke. She wasn't really staying hidden, what with the loud echo throughout the caverns and the pungent scent any nearby dragon would smell, so she could really let loose with her enjoyment. “This feels goooooood...had to piss so much.” There wasn't much threat of a peeping pervert, she and Spike had clearly overtaken the competition, that's why she felt able to bail to use the bathroom. Besides, if she turned around and found a dragon staring, she'd tear him apart and have the royal right: even more so when she'd become Dragon Lord. The hunt for the Bloodstone Scepter was about to resume, because Ember's pee was almost ending. The force was no longer enough to hit the wall or even push forward, not that it mattered. The puddle she had created was so far-reaching and massive that she was already standing in it, peeing directly at her claws wouldn't do any damage, it wasn't deep or anything. Once the final trickles fell, Ember shook her hips to dislodge stubborn drops insisting on sticking to her vulva. Now, she was as dry as she could be, and she accepted the finality with another sigh. She couldn't lie, that felt nice and relieving, wetting in the caves was the best decision she could have made. But she needed to get moving, even with a lead, precious minutes had whizzed by without her making progress. Rushing, she redressed into all the armor she left strewn across the floor, shaking the leather to dry it out as best as she could. She could still feel the wetness when the crotch touched her sensitive scales, but it would work. No time to waste, she thrust her wings and flew out to explore every other cave she had neglected. There were tons of them, so there was also basically no chance of any other dragon discovering the little pond she had made if they hadn't already. She still reeked of urine, any of her species would pick up on that if she got within even yards of another, but they'd keep their mouths shut if they were smart.