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I love Sarah Silverman and her show from a few years back had some funny desperation sections...here's one of my favorites from the show. I also like the one where she pees into a Pringles container! http://www.cc.com/video-playlists/kw3fj0/the-opposition-with-jordan-klepper-welcome-to-the-opposition-w--jordan-klepper/3fbg8z

Summary: A (kinky) retelling of chapter 14, Temperance. A full-bladdered Apprentice and Nadia get to enjoy themselves while they try to find out the truth about Lucio's ghost. I tried to keep the narration as gender-neutral as possible, so you can imagine the Apprentice however you want. Nadia's smile speaks volumes: the clothes she has prepared for me must fit me more than I imagine. Even before trying them on, after all, I knew she had made the right choice. If there's something I believe in about her is her tastes. "What do you think? " I turn around once, twice, giving her the time to admire me. I love the way she looks at me. "You look beautiful. ", she says pleased. She's more beautiful than what I could ever wish to be, but I don't have the time to say it. She leans closer and her lips touch mine. Under the mask, I can feel my face growing hot. Her lips are so soft! My hand rests on the small of her back and I let myself enjoy her warmth. If I died right now, I'd die more than happy. The kiss lasts for a few seconds. I'd like it to last a little longer, I wish I had the chance to get bolder. Nadia steps back: her eyes are gleaming. Her breath is a little faster, but she clears her throat and tries to hide it. "As much as I'd like to bring this a little further, my love, we have a Masquerade to attend. I still need to get changed. " Of course, she's right. She's still wearing the flimsy nightgown. I notice how, when she leant closer, the shape of her breasts became more visible beneath the fabric. Trying to calm the thundering in my chest I say: "Need a hand?. " "Yes, thank you. ", she replies. She steps away, toward her guardrobe. The first thing I see when she opens it is a lucid ensemble of feathers and silk. It's so black it's almost intimidating, now that she has taken it out. I can't wait to see her wearing it. I help her with the fastening on the back. As soon as I touch the fabric, I can't even begin to imagine its cost. The golden decoration catches and plays with the light at each movement. The silk is smoother than the skin of a baby and the feathers are authentic. Each of them is perfect on its own. I'm ready to bet they were plucked out one by one. The best part, however, is not the fabric: it's the part where it's missing. Nadia is showing her cleavage in all its magnificence and I have to make an effort not to stare too much. "You… you look gorgeous. ", I manage to say. I'm glad she can't see my face. "Do you really think so? I'm glad. " The compliment pleased her, I hope she will kiss me again. She has noticed my intention though- I don't know how, considering the mask. She offers me a mischievous smile as she turns her back. I raise my hands in defeat and follow her to her toilette. She still needs to to her hair and make-up, I guess. It takes so long I start worring we might end up being late. In the end, though, it's more than worth it: we get to look at each other in the mirror, playing hide-and-seek with our glances, and once she's done she's even more beautiful. I'm about to compliment her again when I see her growing thoughtful. "What is it? ", I ask. She looks uncomfortable. I've seen that face before. "Oh, it's nothing of importance, really. ", she says. "I was just thinking whether I ought to… hrm-mh, relieve myself now, or if it would be best to wait. " She looks so embarassed! I have to make an effort not to chuckle. "You should do it now. ", I reply. "Ghost-hunting is going to be hard with a full bladder. " We can't get distracted. We don't know how Lucio is going to move. And I'm sure that we won't like it, no matter what. Nadia nods. "Let me search for a chamberpot. " "Do you want me to help you? " The look she shoots me is almost comical. "Darling…", she then says, regaining some of her composure, "I would never wish for you to do the maid's job. " A few scenarios come to my mind and I can't help smiling. I'd like to tease her, a little. "Are you sure? ", I say. Nadia can't see my face, and yet my tone must be unmistakable. "Oh? ", she replies, her own voice changing like mine. "Perhaps I ought to let you take care of these matters more often, then. " As I bow my head as much as I can, I declare: "I am now and forever your most faithful servant, my Lady. " My curstey must be quite poor, for I can see her struggling with a smile. Oh, but of course: Nadia knows very well the game we're playing. At once, her lips straighten and her eyes grow cold, even if she can't hide the spark of amusement in them. I do my best not to grin under the mask. I stand as stiff as a wooden board in order to look as maid-like as I can. "Well then. ", she says. "Fetch me the chamberpot. " "Of course, your Highness. " I know perfectly well that Nadia doesn't treat her servants like that. Not using 'please' must bother her more than what she'd like to admit. Once more I bow my head almost to my knees' level, then, off I am, searching the room. It doesn't take long, I know her rooms well enough now, even if their gargantuan size still baffles me. "Here, your Highness. " I'm handling that chamberpot as if I was carring a bowl of jewels and gold. It's getting harder for Nadia not to laugh. I place it at her feet and wait, my hands behind my back, my face lowered in respect. "Well done. ", she says. "It was my greates pleasure, my Lady. " My third bow must be a little too extravagant, for this time she starts chuckling and doesn't stop untill her arms are around my neck and her lips are on my forehead. She smells like unkown flowers, like a distant country and yet like home. She smells like something I don't want to lose and for a moment the apprehension for what awaits us tonight weights heavy on my heart. But there's time for that. "My, what a lucky mistress I am. ", says Nadia. "I'm the luckiest of servants then. " My eyes find hers in the holes of the mask. We get lost in each other and I don't want it to end, I don't want her to leave my arms, I don't want to face Lucio's ghost. But we gotta do what we gotta do. I can only wish one day all of this will be nothing more than memories. Nadia steps back. "Let me take care of this. We'll leave as soon as I’m done. You've distracted me more than enough. " I chuckle. I don't want her to see my worry. I know that she's as anxious as me, if not more. She disappears behind the decorated partition by her toilette and I'm left alone with my thoughts. "Dear? ", she calls after a moment. "Yes? What is it? " "You don't have to do this if you don't want to but… I'm having troubles with my gown. Would you mind helping me with it? " We've come a long way if she allows me to assist her in such a moment. Yet, her embarassment will never cease to amuse me. I have to hold back a smile as I keep the fabric out of her way. She refuses to let me hold the chamberpot for her, even if I wouldn't have minded it at all. I guess that even if she has stated the contrary, she doesn't want me to be that kind of servant. It takes a while for her to relax. I don't want to tease her, nor bother her. I let her take her time, and in the end Nadia lets out a quiet but remarkable trickle. She's still stiff and I'd like her to be more at ease, but at least she manages to relieve herself without any problems. Once she's done, she dries herself with a clean piece of cloth and sets everything aside. A real servant will clean up later. "Thank you, dear. ", she tells me while washing her hands. "It was nothing. ", I reply. "All set? " "Yes, I think so. " "Ready to go goat-hunting? " "I thought it was ghost-hunting, but in both cases I don't think I could define myself as 'ready'. ", she says, as I open the door for her. "Let us say that I'm more than ready to find our unpleasant guest. " \\ \\ \\ The Masquerade is the most amazing, astonishing, spell-binding celebration I have ever had the chance to witness. I've ever let myself think of marriage before, but now that I get to see Nadia's skills in action I know for sure who's going to take care of everything. Even if, considering how stressful it was for her, it goes without saying that I shall help her however I can. I'm not sure I could do much, though. Nadia's really outdone herself. The Palace looks even more magnificent than usual: its halls are crowded with the costumes and masks of the guests, with the sound of a dozen different songs, with the wonderful scents of candles and flowers and of each and every kind of food the kitchens could prepare. There are dancers, and acrobats, and musicians and sparkles of magic livening up the already cheerful atmosphere. In every direction, people are laughing and speaking aloud, carrying glasses filled with all sort of beverages. The only downside is that there are far too many guests asking for Nadia's attention. I wish she could concentrate on what's really important, instead of being yelled at for the price of shrimps and whatnot. But even then, we are enjoying ourselves a lot. "What do you think? ", asks Nadia. She's wearing her mask now and she looks absolutely breath-taking. "I think that if I were Lucio, I too would come back from the dead to see all of this. You really did a great job, Nadia." "I'm glad you like it. My efforts weren't in vain, after all. ", she says, smiling. I can't stop looking around. In every corner there's something different, an interesting mask here, some peculiar food there, a woman eating fire a little way up. I'm amazed. I'm having fun. I love to have her hand in mine as we make our way in the middle of that jolly chaos. I've almost forgotten about our real goal. But something else is starting to distract me. I was paying so much attention to Nadia's needs that I forgot to mind my own: I can feel the need to pee making its way in my lower abdomen. By now, we are too far from her rooms to get back and relieve myself in their privacy. I'm still fine though. More than fine, actually. We have a job to do, and I also want to keep enjoying myself with Nadia. I can wait. \\ \\ \\ The search starts. We've had our dance, now it's time to get back to buisness. If only people would mind their buisness and let Nadia be instead of annoying her at every chance! She's already starting to rub her temples. And now that I notice, I'm starting to look above the heads of the guests around us, searching for any sign of restrooms. That's not good. I don't quite know who or what we're searching for, but I'm sure that it's not the pissoirs. I have to focus. "I do remember this room. ", says Nadia. My attention goes back to her. She's been saying that a lot, but we haven't found any clues yet. We've visited a room filled with leaves and trees and a corn maze, pretty much like an in-door garden; while in another room we found magic paint and people dancing in the darkness (I did enjoy that quite a lot, thanks to Nadia). This time, the first thing I see are the dozens of colorful glasses, stacked on the tables like rainbow pyramids. Considering the excitement of certain guests, it's a miracle that everything is still intact. Although now that I get a better look I can see that there are servants helping them. "This is also a no go. Still, as we're here… " Nadia wants me to try some of the beverages. I, on the other end, am not so sure I should be drinking. Each glass is as tall as Nadia's hands; which, even if beautiful and delicate, are still quite big. I should refuse, the search is more than enough for an excuse. But she looks so eager! And people have been pestering her ever since we set foot on the dance-floor. "I'd like to try a blue one. ", I say before I can change my mind. Nadia smiles. "Excuse-me. ", she says to a waiter. "Would you mind giving us a blue one and a red one please? " I was wrong when I said the glasses are as big as Nadia's hands: they're actually bigger. I stare at the glass, at her long, dainty fingers wrapped around it. I'm making a mistake here, no doubt. But I had been eyeing the blue ones up for a while so… "Cheers: to a succesful goat- ghost?- hunt. ", says Nadia. "Cheers. To us. ", I reply. We taste the gaudy liquids. My eyes widens, I force myself to keep my lips shut: the drink is crackling in my mouth! It tickles my tongue, the inside of my cheeks, and as I swallow it, I can feel its spark in my stomach. The effect fades almost at once, but I'm still struggling. I feel as if I wanted to start laughing for no reason at all. "From the face you're making I assume yours must've been more surprising than mine. ", says Nadia smiling. Magic. I should have known at once; I mean, what kind of drink does that? Not even Julian's swill can compare. Just to be sure, I take another sip, longer this time. Again, the crackling, the tickling, the weird sparks, as if I was drinking a cold, liquid version of a camp-fire. And again, the need to laugh. This time I can't hold it back and I end up laughing in Nadia's face. I feel heat rising to my face. I cover my mouth: I don't know what I'd give to make her forget about it. However, after the first moment of confusion, I see her laughing too. She's so beautiful when she laughs that my cheeks remain red, but for a different reason. "Oh, I see. ", she says amused. "I remember tasting that when the cooks were still getting everything ready. Drink some more, it's quite good. " I'm starting to get used to the feeling and I love the way it makes both of us laugh. Before I know it, half of my drink is gone. She barely tasted hers. "Let's switch. ", she then says, " Try this one, it's my favorite. " I'm curious . She doesn't like sweet things, and indeed, this is quite sour, like a good white wine. The most interesting thing, though, is the warmth: I just can't get enough of it. I fill my mouth, enjoying every second, before swallowing. It makes me feel all warm and weird inside, but in a good way. Surprised, I notice how I've felt like this before: it's how I feel when Asra comes back after he wanders off on his own, it's how I felt when Portia let me in her home, how it feels like when Julian smiles, like the rowdiest of pirates. It's the feeling I got when I woke up at Nadia's side a few hours ago. It's… "Essence of love, my darling. " Nadia is observing me behind the edge of her glass. "Do you like it? " I don't know what to answer. All my words are lost in that sensation of warmth. My only reply is another big swig and a kiss. I don't care if people see us. As soon as Nadia opens her lips, I let some of the liquid inside her mouth. She's not as careless as me, she does turn away from the crowd, bringing me with her. But she doesn't leave. When I open my eyes, I forget about the warmth: the look she's giving me is setting me on fire. "I want another one. ", I say, my voice low. I have to make an effort not to press her against me. "Is that so? ", she replies. "Don't we have a ghost to hunt, a room to find? " The warmth is fading. I shake my head: I'm back to my senses. Too bad. With a sigh, I take a step back. I can still fell the heat underneath my mask. Nadia is about to speak again, but something attracts her attention. I follow her gaze: Procurator Volta is chugging down what I assume being a cocktail of five or six mixed beverages. The drink is splashing all over her face. I grimace. The show is quite revolting. "Looks like you're not the only one enjoying the free drinks. Procurator Volta-… " Nadia's call gets openly ignored. As soon as Volta spots us, she drops the glass, making a colorful mess on the pavement, then she runs off in the commotion. Soon we lose sight of her. "Quite odd. ", remarks Nadia. "Too many sugars? " Before she can reply, a huge gentleman covered in peacock feathers and emeralds approaches us. He's taller than Nadia and his voice booms above the chaos of the party. He's so loud that with all probabilities even the rulers of the neightbouring countries can hear him. He's talking about wine and taxes, but neither me or Nadia give him more than two seconds. "Looks like it's time to go. ", I announce. "My, I've already made our friends wait long enough. ", she says at the same time. She grabs my hand and leads me outside in a rush. The gentleman's voice can still be heard in the hallway. He gives up soon enough though. "I don't understand. People know that this is a festivity, right? Why are they bugging you like this? ", I ask as soon as we catch our breaths. "Oh, don't be too hard on them. ", replies Nadia. "Some of them have real problems. I'd be more than glad to listen to them even now, but we have more important matters at hand. " "Right. Have you remembered anything new yet? " "No, not at all. Recalling such things in this confusion is harder than you might expect. " I squeeze her hand a little. I don't want to put any more pressure on her. And talking about pressure, I still need to pee. I finished Nadia's drink and drank half of my own. My bladder is already starting to feel fuller, but at least their effect is gone. I'm not sure I'd be able to concentrare while trying not to laugh like an idiot, or while feeling the need to kiss Nadia with all I have. \\ \\ \\ Room after room, annoying guest after annoying guest. We walk, and eat, and drink, and dance and let ourselves be worried about the situation. It's been hours since the beginning of the Masquerade and we still have no clues. Also, I can't show it and I have no intention of admitting it, but I'm starting to grow restless. I can't focus when I need to pee so bad. "Still nothing? ", I ask for the umpteenth time. My leg can't stop bouncing as I look around. "No. " Nadia is rubbing her temples. I hope she doesn't push herself to the point of getting a migraine; but time is growing short. She sighs. "How does a break sound to you? I have a private gazebo we can go to. " I hesitate but only a little before agreeing. I don't dare hoping we might find a restroom on our way there. And indeed, we get to see all sorts of elaborate costumes and acrobats, but no sign of the toilets. I'm starting to miss the white ceramic of the pissoirs. I can't wait to find myself in front of one of them. To make it worse, as we cross the gardens we find ourselves in the middle of a tea-party. There are guests, sitting in groups or in couples, drinking from the most exquisite tea sets I've ever seen while eating little sandwiches and sweets. The smell makes my mouth water, but the sight of the amber-colored liquid is torture. I watch it slosh in the cup of a lady and I have to refrain from shivering. The gazebo is not too far. It looks intimate and fancy. If we had been in a different situation, if Lucio wasn't about to come back to commit an atrocity and I wasn't in need of a chamberpot, I'm sure I would have appreciated it much more. Two guards are standing at the entrance. Nadia orders them to keep everyone out, then she leads me inside. For the first time in hours we get some peace. There's no-one around us and Nadia seems to relax. She takes off her mask: I can see she's growing weary. I take off my mask too to get a better look around: the space is indeed as cozy and intimate as I had expected, maybe even more. There's food prepared on a table and what I assume being a throne in front of the entrance. Nadia touches my arm and exchanges a glance with me before sitting down. She looks majestic. I'm torn between wanting to kneel down and kiss the ground before her feet or climbing in her lap and letting her coddle me. "What do you think? Do you like it here? " "Yes. ", I say. " I really like it. Mostly because there's only you and me. I was getting tired of all that commotion." She smiles. She rests her chin on one of her hands, while the other opens in a welcoming gesture. "Come here then. You deserve some rest, don't you? " My wish is being fullfilled and I didn't even ask. I'm more than eager to join her. As soon as I make myself comfortable on her knees her scent embraces me: it's a blessing compared to the dissonant ensemble of sweat, heavy perfumes, flowers and all the rest in the halls. The fabric of our clothes caresses my skin. She's soft and warm and I feel like I could fall asleep and let the world end on its own. Her arms move around me. I could use a hug, sure, but the added pressure on my abdomen is not so pleasant. I force myself to hide it. From deep within her throat comes a contented sound. "Now I feel like I could face a ghost-goat, the courtiers and maybe a small hurricaine all at once. ", she says. "Not so fast. ", I reply in a chuckle. "We've only just gotten here, haven't we? Might as well enjoy ourselves. " "I agreee whole-heartedly, my dear. " I feel her breath on my neck, the point of her nose against my ear: she's kissing me. I'd like to kiss her too, but I must admit that my need is kind of dampening the mood for me. I can't relax as much as I'd like to. I've been holding it back, but soon my leg will start bouncing again. "Hungry? ", she asks me. I would have never thought I'd be glad to have her mouth leave me, but I'm not sure I can handle her teasing right now. My crotch is already occupied as it is, unfortunately. She's taking some grapes from a golden plate. The berries are ripe and lucid, the portrait of abundance. She takes some, one by one, before pushing a single berry between my lips. It's so full of juice that some drips from the corner of my mouth as I sink my teeth in. Nadia's fingers move to catch some drops. I observe enraptured those same finger-tips disappear between her lips, her tongue darting to clean them. Swallowing gets hard as my throat becomes tighter. "More? " All I can do is nod. I can't take my eyes off her face. She's looking at me as if she could eat me up whole whenever she wanted. She wasn't afraid of the cheetah, after all, why would she be afraid of me? She offers another berry. This time she puts it between her own lips before passing it to me. She sinks her teeth first, I feel the juice dripping on my tongue, then she lets go. She barely gives me the time to swallow before her tongue finds mine. She plays with me, teasing, and my breath gets heavier. I want more, but she pulls back. I have her taste on my lips, my head is ablaze. Her eyes glimmer as she smiles. "Patience, my darling. " She turns to her right, where the table and the refreshments are. I can't see what she's searching for, but I do feel her other hand on me. She's gentle, it's almost a caress, but she's letting me guess the fimness of her fingers. Nadia moves her arm: now I can see the golden cup she's holding. I don't mind the wonderful decoration on it. I'm worried about its content. And about what Nadia si planning to do with it. She takes a long sip. I wait, her hand marking my flesh beneath my clothes. I need to pee. I need to pee so bad. I don't know if I'm starting to sweat because of the urgency or because of what is going on. Nadia bends her head, her mouth searches mine: the liquid is warm and sweet as it slides between my lips. It tastes like honey and like summer. "Ambrosia. ", she murmurs. I don't know if I like it, but I have no doubts: I want her to feed me some more. She's returning what I did with the red drink. The only difference is that she's ten times better than me. She takes two more sips. As I keep drinking and I keep playing with her tongue, a painful pang stabs my abdomen. My bladder is so full! I have no idea of what's keeping it from bursting. Probably it's the fact that I'm in Nadia's lap. And that the fabric between us is so expensive that there would be no way for me to repay it, not even in ten years of life. Nadia's hand is growing bolder. She's trying to get under my clothes, she wants to taste my skin. I'm squirming, both eager to meet her touch and in need of relief. I feel her fingers on my tummy. I moan, but not because of my arousal. It's starting to hurt, I want to leave. "Nadia… ", I call, my voice almost strained. "We can't stay here, we have to go. " "Are you sure? " She takes another sip. Her ruby eyes hunt me down from behind the edge of the cup. Am I sure? It's getting hard to tell. Another pang and the answer becomes as clear as the sky. "Yes. Please. " I try to get up. She lets me go at once, but I was so relaxed that my muscles take a moment to do their job. I feel the hard bone of her knee pressing against my crotch: my, it feels good, and yet I'm so afraid I'm going to leak that I almost fall face first in order to get back on my feet. "Are you okay? Did I-… " "No! ", I say at once. "It's not your fault, at all. I-… I did like it. But I have to go now. Come with me? Please? " I offer her my hand. My whole body is restless: she looks at me from head to toe. She must think I'm crazy, yet I offer a greateful smile when she gets up and her fingers lace with mine. "You didn't answer my first question. Are you alright? " "Yes, don't worry. It's nothing, really. " I can't bring myself to tell her what's wrong, it's too embarassing! We're back outside and the guards stand at attention when we pass. I'm the one leading the way this time: I want to enter the Palace again. I don't know where or how, but this time I have all the intention of finding the restrooms. We're walking back through the tea party when Nadia stops dead in her tracks. As I turn, I'm ready to do anything, even to beg if it will get her to run inside with me. I don't know how long I've got left, but I know it's not much. "Prosecutor Volta, hold it right there! ", calls Nadia aloud, startling me. I have the time to see the Prosecutor drop an armful of dirty sandwhiches on the ground before running away like before. "I've had enough of these shenanigans, this time we'll get her. ", says Nadia. Then, before I can open my mouth, she starts pulling me along with as much speed as her gown allows. Considering her strides, keeping up with her is already hard on its own, but now that I'm on a full bladder every step feels like an hazard. At the light of the torches, we catch one last glimpse of our runaway. She's getting into the maze: without faltering, Nadia follows her suit. "W-wait… ! ", I try to say, but Nadia doesn't mind me. I'm leaking! If I don't slow down I'm going to make a mess. The maze is dark, there are a few candles here and there, they make the atmosphere more mysterious. We're lucky, there's no one else aside from us. And my luck is double: after a few more turns we lose sight of Volta, after a few seconds we can't hear her steps anymore. Considering her diet, I don't know how she manages to be so fast, but I'm glad we lost track of her. Nadia starts slowing down, then she stops. We try to catch out breath in the darkness. "We lost her. Again. ", says Nadia annoyed. She stands in front of me, looking around as if trying to understand in what part of the maze we are. I don't care if we're lost. The matter at hand is growing dangerously pressant: as soon as we stopped I grabbed my crotch. I'm so mortified I might cry, I hope she doesn't notice. "It's irritating. How, in heaven's name, can she run so fast? Oh, but as soon as I get her-… " She looks at me. I, with my best impression of puppy eyes, look back at her. I need to piss, I can't wait anymore! "Nadia, I-… " "Oh. ", she says. Her attitude changes at once. "I see… " She steps closer. Her body pushes me against the hedge and I feel its twigs scratching my back. She starts touching me. I don't know what is going on inside her head, but I'm more than sure that she has miserunderstood something. She's kissing me with more passion than before. "We lost her. ", she says. "But at least we can restart from where we left off… " Her hand slides in my underwear. She must think I'm as aroused as an unexperienced teenager, but the wetness between my legs is not arousal. I grimace at the thought of her hand touching something so filthy. I try to squirm away. "Nadia-… ", I beg. She cuts me off again. "Hush. ", she says. "The hunt can wait. Volta can wait. You, on the other hand… " She's lowering herself now. I'll never forget the way her eyes gleam in the moon-light and the way her dress pools around her like jet-black ink. "What was it? ", she says. Her voice is husky. "I am now and forever your most faithful servant? " She's undoing my belt. Some pressure's gone from my bladder, but it's still not enough. I don't have time for this. I shouldn't enjoy the situation, not when I'm in these conditions. Nadia's fingers move on the buttons of my breeches. Less pressure again, but it's still not enough. I can't lose focus. And yet, when Nadia lowers my underwear and her eyes get a glimpse of what's underneath, the sight pleases her more than enough. "Mmh. ", she comments. She touches me for real this time. I let out a moan that sounds more like a whine. It hurts, my tummy's swollen… and yet all my blood has gone south. She plays with me like a fussy eater with the food in their plate. She soaks her fingers with my skin and once she's satisfied, she pushes them between her lips. The sight of her tasting me like this is almost enough to make me climax. She's kneeling at my feet, as if the roles were reversed. But the though that I might be the one in control doesn't cross my mind, not even once: she might be kneeling like the lowest of servants, but she's holding the situation in the palm of her hand. Quite literally: her fingers are back between my legs and I can't help but moan. I'm not pleading for more, not completely, at least: I want to relieve myself. I can't keep going like this, with the risk of wetting myself, of wetting her in my distraction. I clench my eyes, grit my teeth. I don't know if I can manage to climax without making a mess, I really don't know. As I try to think about a solution, I feel something wet and slippery: Nadia's tongue. I moan again, loud enough that one of her hand raises to cover my mouth. She stops just enough to murmur: "Hush, my darling. You don't want someone to come here, do you? Even if… " Someone is indeed coming, she means to say, but she's too well-mannered too make such a joke. My teeth sink in my bottom lip: her hands, her mouth, they're starting to be too much. Damn, she's so good! She started slow and gentle, but now she's eating me up in a single mouthful. My hips are moving on their own, I'm pressing myself against her as if I wanted to choke her with all I have. She's taking me in with no problems. I'm close. I can feel myself tremble. Before the very end I manage to say: "Nadia I… I love you. " I can't tell if I'm coming or if my bladder has finally bursted. I feel Nadia stepping aside as fast as she can while long, warm spurts leave my body, and I close my eyes enjoying the relief to the fullest. My knees buckle. It's hard standing up, I'm shuddering with pleasure. Being able to relieve myself feels so fucking good, I'm almost about to climax again. I'm moaning even harder than before Nadia is still by my side. Her arm is around my waist, she's helping me stand. I barely feel her breath tickling my ear as she chuckles. "My sweetest darling. I love you too. " My urine arches before pooling on the ground. It's taking so long that I'm starting to fear someone might find us. The only sound is the trickling of my piss. Eventually, though, my bladder's done. My muscles ache and I'm not sure everything's dry, but I'm feeling ten times better than before. I let out what migth be the biggest sigh of my life and shake off the last drops. I'm out of breath. The realization of what just happened is starting to sink in. "What was it about going ghost-hunting with a full bladder? ", says Nadia. I don't have the courage to look at her, but I can imagine the raised eyebrow she's giving me. I can hear the smile in her voice. I'm mortified. A good part of her dress is wet. My clothes aren't any better. My underwear… let's just say, I'm too embarassed to let someone else wash it for me. And the puddle at my feet is unmistakable. I've almost flooded the whole path between the hedges. "I-I'm sorry! " "For this? Oh, don't worry. I'm the one who should apologise. I shouldn't have teased you like that. " It's incredible how she can change my mood in less than a second. I was on the verge of crying, but the way she's kissing my forehead, so gentle and soothing, has calmed me down at once. Maybe it's also the effect of the recent orgasm, but in either case, I'm not complaining. I take her hand, kissing her knuckles. She's as gorgeous as ever standing under the moonlight. I know I must be a mess: I'm standing half-naked in the middle of the maze with my pants all the way down to my ankles as if it was the most natural thing in the world. No wonder she's fighting back her laughter. "In my defence, however, you should have told me earlier. " "I just-… ". I'm too embarassed. I can't bring myself to admit it. "I searched for the restrooms, yes, b-but I couldn't find them! " She smiles. "Silly. ", she says, kissing me again. "Next time, just ask ok? I'll make sure you reach the closest restroom. With dry clothes, if possible. " "I'm sorry about your dress… " "Tonight the weather is nice and warm. It won't take long before it dries. And anyways, as much as I like it, I wasn't planning on wearing it again after the Masquerade. " I neaten up my clothes. Hiding the wet spots is gonna be hard. As if reading my thoughts, Nadia says: "If you're uncomfortable, I'm sure we'll find something suitable for you in the wardrobes for the guests. For the moment, we can always say that you spillt a drink. " She takes my hand. She's so good at taking care of me. I'm almost feeling guilty: do i deserve it? Do I deserve her? "Thank you. ". I stand on my toes and kiss the corner of her mouth. I feel her smiling again under my lips. "You're very welcome. ", she replies. "It's time for us to go now. " "W-wait. " I take her hand, holding her back. "Don't you want me to… I mean… " This time I can totally see her eyebrow rising. "In the gardens, while the whole city is roaming the Palace and while my dead ex-husband is planning on ruining the party? " She has a point. "But you didn't mind it when it was me. ", I say as we start heading for the exit. "Oh, don't mind that. It had... slipped out of my mind, so to speak." I'm glad to see that at least she's trying to hide the mischievous bend on her lips. I give myself the time to observe her beauty one last time, then I look forward, ready to get back to the crowd. Notes: Second and last piece for the Arcana fandom. I wrote this a year ago and while editing it doubled in size, God only knows why. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, see you next time.

Here's how Carlota and her rival Cindy Tran will get equal views online.

Stella trying to keep her mom covered.

As payback, Carl locks Carlota outside of her apartment when she is desperate to pee and records her peeing behind the trash can at the side of the apartment.

Summary: A female boating passenger is massively bursting and unable to find relief. Title: Isolated Desperation Content: desperation holding, bursting, frantic, fidgeting, crotch holding, can't hold it forever, transgender, spurting, accidental wetting, public urination, long urination, powerful stream Characters: 1. Daviya 2. Ginger-haired girl 3. Booth guy 4. Boat captain 5. Staysee Marshall Comments: This story is the only story not transferred over to omorashi.org and modified. As usual, it involves female desperation to urinate. There aren't water sports or kinks. And no sex. Plot: It was another butterly cold night in January 2022. As usual, Old Man Winters continued his reign of bitter cold served with a side of whipping winds. It was Janusry 2022 up in the northern latitudes and the temperatures already below 20°F. Currently it was past midnight on a Saturday morning and the night life still thrived, but at a much lower density. A few buildings, including hospitals, gas stations, some office high-rise buildings, and emergency first responders were open. The rest were closed or closing down. A good example were the bars and stadiums. It was 2 am and still people were trying to make it home. One such person was a 32-year old woman named Daviya Dorn. "Excuse me ... (panting and frantic) please .... wait (panting) ..." Daviya called out to a man behind a booth at the ferry port. She staggered with her hands stuck in her crotch. Daviya winced and writhed in pain while hunched forward. "Are you okay?" asked the man but Daviya immediately replied "Twenty-five bucks! Now give me a ticket NOW?". The man gave her the ticket and she continued down the corridor and to the ferry boat. "Uuuu-uuuuuuuu-uuuu!" Daviya whimpered. Once onboard, the boat began moving as she just arrived right on schedule. Daviya was coming from a night of heavy drinking and having a great time with her friends, and her boyfriend. She drank lost on water, soda, and alcohol with her friends and I mean LOTS. Her poor bladder and below were distended. From 5 pm to 1 am. She filled up on fried foods and liquids. She was now paying for it. She would have gone to the bathroom but the nearby bars and gas stations were surrounded by long queues that stretched for several blocks each. Some resorted to public displays of flashing or discreetly publicly emptying their bladders. But many were rounded up thanks to the new bill signed by the governor. Police could now round up anyone doing the deed. In the past she would have done this but now was different. Not only that, but she wore several three layers of thermal wear underneath thick material plus a heavy winter coat. The only place to find for relief was the ferry boat. But she had to wait for a cab plus endure the car ride before 2 am. That is the last scheduled ferry ride before 7 am. Before she was severely bursting but now she was massively bursting. She winced as she hunched forward, hands in her crotch, gritting her teeth and clenching her muscles tight to hold back the impending flood. The last time she wet herself was as a 5-year during a road trip up north for camping with her parents. Back to the present. The ferry boat left the docks and began its 5 mile journey south towards Southern Dykerfield, the next town over. It was a rural town filled with greenery, some homes, and open fields. (It is sort of like upstate N.Y. above Westchester like Pearl River and Nanuet.). Averdawn City was a city island (like Manhattan). The ferry boat was packed with passengers inside the cabin and immediately outside. Daviya leaned against the outside wall of the cabin with her hands still wedged between her legs. "Damn it all. I had to have all those drinks like usual and end up like this. But now I'm not home. I'm still out over water." She was hating herself for overfilling her small bladder and not paying any attention to the consequences. Daviya wished the boat would move faster. It was an hour ride and she desperately had to urinate. She could barely move and had to go NOW. But as she entered the cabin she could see the inside packed with passengers and the long queue. She went over to a ginger-haired girl nearby and asked her "What is the long line for?". The ginger-haired girl, looking at Daviya like she had 20 heads, replied "These lines are for the bathrooms." "Okay thank you!" Daviya replied. She went back outside in the blustery frigid weather. Even after all she drank and wore, she still shivered. The cold threatened to make her wet herself. She strained big time to keep the exit hole shut. She desperately wanted to let it go anf not care if it flooded her pants. But she couldn't go home like that. Her poor bladder and urethra were screaming bloody murder non-stop and driving driving mind crazy. It sent signals that the pressure was way to great and still growing. But her will power hadn't fully withered yet. Daviya told herself to hang on. For the first 15 minutes, everything went smoothly as the boat kept approaching its destination. The queue was still huge but as time went, it did become smaller. It was filled with those coming from the football stadiums, professional wrestling stadiums, and bars. The men were relieving their bladders, bowels or hurling up booze. The women always took the longest. It seemed that everything was going as planned. Her need rose and no longer could she make her need to go subside. It was now an incessant and extremely powerful urge that only grew more intense. However, bad news began first with the bathrooms. There was a flood as one of the clogged toilets backed up and overflowed with .... human waste and stuffed toilet paper. Then, a couple of faucets failed to work. It only made things more stalled as it reduced the number of working toilets and sinks to use. Then, after another 5 minutes (total of 25 minutes of the whole ride) disaster struck. The engine stalled. Everyone felt a slight jerking motion followed by a metal clanking noise. Then, the captain spoke. "Greetings ladies and gentlemen. We are experiencing an engine failure due to the cold and must wait for another ferry boat to arrive. It will be an hour wait but we appreciate your patience." The cabin teemed with noises and comments for complaints. Inside was slightly less cold compared to outside but cold it was. They were stranded, cold, tired, and desperate. What a terrible morning for these passengers. Daviya cursed under her breath. "F***!". What is a person to do she wondered. Here she is on a ferry boat bursting like Armageddon is about to happen and now the boat is stuck. Daviya has to wait an hour. An hour more! Thus was nonsense. And then the drive home was another 1 hour since she lived a couple of miles south of South Dykerfield. And there was no telling if the next ferry boat had working toilets. Her poor aching bladder and urethra sounded off signals of critically high pressure and the need for relief asap! But what could she do? Where could she go? For the next 20 minutes she pee danced, sometimes crouching down, keeping her hands in crotch. She winced in pain fighting this one ever growing already massive wave of desperation that grew more intense by the minute. Worse off was the wind that whipped by and made her stagger nearly made her let a drop escape. She wasn't just battling the pressure inside her. She also battled the immense frigid temperatures. It was freezing and shivering didn't help. Her hands were numb and burning from the cold weather. She could barely hang onto herself with her almost-popsicle hands. At one point, her teeth were clattering. Her breathing was labored and her heart raced. All this from the weather and her need to urinate. After those twenty minutes she couldn't take it anymore. She had to do something. She made her decision and made it now. "I can't take it anymore. This is too much. I can't hold this!" She went over to the edge of the boat, still fighting the same incessant, unwavering ever-growing wave of desperation, and prepared to empty her bladder. She could feel her bladder contracting, forcing her urine upon her tortured exit hole. It just couldn't do it anymore. It needed relief. She proceeded to check both sides of herself and saw no one. Then, behind her to see that no one was looking. Luckily, the lights went out and it was dark. Some people had their cell phone flashlight apps but they weren't enough to see what she was doing. Then, she started to unbutton her pant button, but her fingers were so numb it was trouble. She couldn't properly undo it. Her heart raced even more as the pressure kept growing and her mind went massively frantic. "Comeoncomeoncomeon" she kept repeating in a strained voice. She kept fumbling with the button. Suddenly she froze. She gasped and her mouth hung open. She just let loose a small spurt of her urine. After a few seconds, she began more aggressively tugging at the button knowing full well time was up. The pressure was reaching critically gargantuan. Daviya was 1/3 the way to freedom. Next step came the zipper. She got it down halfway only for that to be stuck too. She tugged and tugged but to wouldn't budge. She tugged in several directions and tried to pull on the fabric that was stuck in the zipper. But nothing. She could barely hang onto the zipper handle due to the cold weather and the winds that threatened to knock her down. At one point she stepped back a few steps and spurted a drop. But she continued. But to avail. Finally her body gave way and her urethra couldn't take the pressure from her bladder and kidneys. Daviya began spurting jets of her urine. "Nononononononononononooo!" At last she was urinating into her thermal ware. She didn't ware underwear, boxers or a thong. She was just going, albeit not at full force since she did have some control. But it was waning. She put her hands inside to grab herself, tugging to make something come out. "Comeoncomeoncomeongetoutgetoutgetout!". After 20 seconds, she got it out and ponted it out to the bay. She let go completely and let it all out. Now she was urinating at full force. Her jet of urine was like that of water being shot out from a firehose. Daviya panted while trying to regain her breath and her heart still racing. The pure ecstasy of relief was too much as her legs shook and about to collapse down to the floor. The urine on impact with the water created a several ripples followed by steam vapors. For the next 3 minutes, she urinated like there was no tomorrow. Sadly even afterwards, she still urinated as her body was cranking out more fluids to be expelled. After 1.5 minutes, her stream diminished to trickling of drops into the water. Daviya's hands were so cold she just let her member drop and hang over her clothes. Her member still dripping into her thermals. She just stood there for 10 seconds before pulling up her pants. Daviya was still urinating drops into her clothes. Although she felt sticky and damp, right now it wasn't relevant. She was free from her pain and cold. She didnt care at all. It was now 2:56 am and still about half an hour more before another ferry boat comes. In case she had to go again again kept her pant open. She sat down on the ground outside the cabin so no one would see her. If she had stains on her jeans no one would notice. She waited for the next ferry boat to come in the meantime. At 2:17 am she had to go again. Her aching urethra needed relief again but it wasn't so bad so she chose to hold off. At last the next ferry boat came and she boarded it. The last of her trip lasted for until about 4 am. Between 3:25 am and 4 am, Daviya held it until after the boat ride docked. A lot of the passengers hogged up the bathrooms there too. But once she got off the ferry boat, she was met by her roommate Staysee Marshall. Staysee drove them home and there Daviya emptied her poor bladder for good. She showered and went to sleep not waking up until 2 pm later that day. She did the laundry for her clothes and from her time on the ferry bost to now she finally made the choice to not get so drunk and desperate again.

Summary: A female clubber is bursting for the bathroom while on a long bathroom qeueue. When she can't hold it any longer, she proceeds to take matters into her own hands before having an accident. Plot: Damn it! How long is this line going to be. I have to pee sososo bad." Gwenndolinne Masterson thought to herself. Since 12 midnight until now (1 am), she waiting on line for the ladies' room inside the Pheonix night club. As usual, Gwenndolinne was bursting beyond belief and needed to urinate so badly. The pressure just kept mounting upon her bladder as well as her poor urethra. Gwenndolinne always indulged in a good time at night clubs. She loved the music, dancing, good food, and the liquids. Specifically, she loved the soda, fruit punch, and red wine. Gwenndolinne just can't help herself and in the presence of these liquids, she consumes lots of it with her food. And she just can't help but ignore her need to go until she is severely desperate to bursting. And right now she was bursting big time. Gwenndolinne bobbed up and down, keeping her right leg double crossed, standing bent over, fighting her incessant wave of desperation. The pressure just kept mounting as all the fluids and food collected into her urethra. "Damn it why is this line not moving. Hey get outta there!" Gwenndolinne shouted followed by an "Oh no-nononononono no no oh no." Gwenndolinne almost spurted from speaking loudly and with passion. She had to go and soon or else. The line didn't move much except for 7 people out of what was a total of 25 people. There were 18 people still in front of her and it was pretty clear this line wasn't going to move any faster. One 21-year old girl in place #4 near the door was holding her crotch and bobbing up and down, couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me excuse-" but she was cut short by the person at the door entrance. "A-a (shaking her head in a no-way manner)! Get to the back of the .... seriously?" The girl replied "I can't hold it. I just can't hold it oh gaawwd!" running inside while unable to stop wetting herself. Her trail of desperation was followed by complaints and cursing. One woman (40 years) said "Yeah kid run inside! If I wasn't desperate, I would-ah (wincing) eeeeeemmmmmmmmmm ....". Gwenndolinne Masterson couldn't believe what she saw. Here she was and number 19 on the line. And yet some girl jumped the line. "Who was this bimbo that grabbed her ticket for relief?" Gwenndolinne wondered. Gwenndolinne couldn't handle the proverbial smack in the face as her wave of desperation was made worse by her bladder contracting. It was as if her bladder saw this and protested with anger. Gwenndolinne applied more pressure against this pressure by contracting her urethra even more. She was already in so much pain and had to endure more. "This reminds me of the time I had to wait for Piper to get out of the bathroom and I had to piss in the garbage bag.". (Please see my fiction Desperate Morning). Gwenndolinne Masterson kept telling herself she would make it soon so as to not make her need worse. But time was ticking forward. It was 1:15 pm and still only two persons went inside while the girl from before (wetting herself) still didn't come in. The other woman (from before yelling at the pissing girl) couldn't take it anymore and ran inside. Since she was ..... well ... as big as Nyla Rose (AEW wrestling star) who could stop her as she pushed everyone out of the way. One girl (22 years old) lost her footing and landed on her butt. Sadly she began urinating in her jeans. "Noooooooooo!" the girl screamed. Gwenndolinne continued to bob and pee dance while leg double crossed online. At one point, her need became such an unnatural wave of desperation that cause her to crouch down. Wincing, teeth clenching, and whimpering, Gwenndolinne had to muster more of her strength not to let a single drop escape her. She has had accidents before but this time she wanted to avoid that. She wasn't going to let herself be (as her friends call her) Peeing Gwen. She hated that and she hated her stupid gluttonous nature for waiting too long at this point. She was determined to stay dry. After 20 seconds, she got her need under control but her urethra was paining her. She desperately wanted relief and wished the line moved faster. Suddenly, she and others could hear yelling inside the ladies' room. The female nearest the door could hear this. "You toilet hog! We need the toilet and you're enjoying phone sex? I just pissed myself and you just wave it off. That's it!". "Screw you!". Female bouncers came into the bathroom and hurried both women out. Two went in as three came out. Gwenndolinne was still trying to keep it together for the next 40 minutes. In that time she kept thinking positive thoughts, such as the time she went fishing with her father up-state. She remembered how peaceful it was and how quiet the environment behaved. This thought always helped to calm her nerves no matter the situation. But how long would it last? During this 40 minutes, another female (27 years) with jet-black hair, stiletto heels, a revealing top and a micro-mini skirt couldn't take it and ran off the line. She grabbed a huge beer mug from a customer about to ask for more beer. She lifted up her skirt and shoved the mug into position and released her pent up ocean. "Yes yes oh yes y-yes sweet relief. Oh man!". The customer behind her shouted at her to clean the mug while the staff told her to pay for damages. She casually waved her hand stating she was rich and would pay easily. At the end of the 40 minutes, Gwenndolinne couldn't take it anymore. Her will power was not enough to deal with the wave of desperation that reached super ultra maximum pressure against her poor urethra. Something had to give. And it could be her body that badly screamed neurotransmitters to let go like you wouldn't believe. Her mind lost it. She ran off line and looked for a plant pot or a corner not occupied. She began resorting to her frantic foolish self she tried to avoid becoming. She looked all over and saw not a single plant pot or an unoccupied corner that no one would see in her. She ran out the door and looked both sides. To her right was never ending buildings with alleys that were filled with people already. To her left was the same thing, except for one alley that seemed to be devoid of anyone. "Perfect!" she said to herself and ran over there. Gwenndolinne was overcome with much relief and wanted to get there asap. But she had to be careful not to cause herself to have an accident. She was wearing strappy shoes with heels and each step she took combined with her ectasy for relief and her need to go threatened to cause her to go. But she remained focused and made it to the alley of question. "Finally." Gwenndolinne cried with a smile only to find men taking a bathroom trip or vomiting. She was horrified by the horrible sight of biological waste and the numerous people. There was no privacy. And worse! The alley had a bad odor. Some looked like they were not from tough neighborhoods while others were skinny guys just waiting to be punched. Gwenndolinne stood there swaying her knees while bent forward, thinking about her next move. But where was she going to go. Suddenly, she felt a small dribble travel down the middle and that ended her indecisiveness. She ran past all the weirdos and seedy people, ran into the darkened areas of the alley and stopped behind a trash can. She saw the ground had a pot hole leading into the sewage. She made up her mind. Gwenndolinne positioned herself over this pot hole and readied to lower herself when another wave of desperation so powerful it nearly punched a jet of her pent up golden falls. She winced and gritted her teeth so hard she might have as well as caused her teeth to travel back upwards. "Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" she whimpered. This wave immobilized her to the extent that she felt moving might cause her to leak. But her resolve finally took over and she lowered herself. She lifted up the hem of her short skirt halter top dress, revealing she went commando. She opened her legs apart and made one last look down to ensure she properly over the pot hole. It was so dark she couldn't be completely sure but time was running out. She counted in her mind 1..2..3 and let go. A jet of her urine the appearance of a fire hose jet emitted itself from her nether region. Several smaller streams deviated from the main jet into the pot hole as well as rivulets emerged down the middle dripping profusely. Some of the rivulets went down to her buttocks nearby her genital region and dripping off the skin of her buttocks. Gwenndolinne almost fell backwards from the sweet ecstasy of relief. Her bladder deflated as well as her urethra feeling the pressure of the flow of her urine rapidly moving by. Her urine sizzled as steam emerged from the pot hole. It was hot and the sight according to the others was hot too. They couldn't believe someone did this in front of them. Suddenly, a voice could be heard calling out "Fuuuuuzzzzzzzz!". Everyone scrambled out of there to avoid the police, leaving Gwenndolinne by herself still urinating. A police patrol slowly drove by the alley. During the driveby, the driver looked in the direction of the alley. Gwenndolinne stood there frozen and crouched next to the trash pail still urinating. Her stream did start to trickle but she remained still. One officer asked if his partner saw anyone. The driver couldn't see anything and continued driving. Her stream slowly tricked to a stop and once she pushed out the last few drops, she proceeded to get back on her feet. She carefully left the alley and inspected the coast. Majority of the street was empty as people carefully left quickly. Gwenndolinne left as well and made her way home asap. She didn't bother to wipe the dried up urine off her bottom and the few rivulets that traveled down the inside seams of her thighs. Gwenndolinne proceeded to plop on her bed and worry about it the next morning. And the laundry too. FYI: Gwenndolinne is 25 years old.

During the Generic road trip, Martha had to go behind a rock since there was no bathroom anywhere.

Frida has Carlos pull over in the camping ground so she could get out and pee.

Because it was too disgusting in the port-a-potty, Gogo decided to pee behind the port-a-potty instead while Honey decides to check up on her.

She could have made it in, but Janet was too far from her building and decided to take a quick pee in the alleyway.

Courtney had to pee and went behind the tree, unaware that Alvin is recording her from behind.

From the TV show A Kind of Magic....

Isabelle, Eliot Kid's mother, locked outside and had to pee REEEEAAAAALLLLLLY bad!

This is Dan recording Elise peeing at the side of the house after he locked her out when she had to go real bad. You can tell by looking at her face that she is NOT pleased.

Kimmy from Sym-bionic Titan. When the bathroom inside is occupied and someone else is watching you. Kimmy here hates wet pants.

Barb loves to be nosey to her neighbors. But when they accidentally spy her doing her business outside, she's actually taking it lightly.

Chloe from Grojband

Shouldn't had drank too much tea. She doesn't want her kids to find out what she's doing behind the bushes. PS, follow the line that connects to each speech bubble to know the order of the dialogue.

Right after the Cartwright family returned home from their evening at a restaurant, they walked up to the front door. Donald then noticed Kitty dancing around in desperation. "Wow, honey!" Donald said, impressed. "I didn't know you were such a good dancer. I'm still wondering why you're dancing if there's no music being played." "I'm not dancing, you idiot!" Kitty snapped. "I drank too much of that lemonade!" "Oh," Donald replied. "Is that what the song is called?" "No!" Kitty snarled. "I had five tall glasses of lemonade and I've been holding it for an hour now!" "Okay," Donald said, still dumbfounded by what Kitty meant. "But what does drinking lemonade have to do with dancing?" Kitty just slapped him in the face. "I am not dancing!" Kitty snapped once again. "I filled my bladder with 48 fl oz of that lemonade back at that restaurant and I have to pee! Are you really that stupid?!" "Oh," Donald told her. "Well why didn't you say so? You could have gone at the restaurant while we were still there." "That bathroom was too filthy," Kitty complained, hugging onto her crotch tightly. She wiggled her way to the door, searching for her keys. "Okay, Donald," she told her husband. "You can quit fooling around and give me the keys so I can unlock this door, step inside, and go to the bathroom in there!" "Okay," Donald replied. "Now let me see where I put them... " He searched for the keys for about a few seconds, and Kitty was bouncing in desperation, with one hand grabbing tightly on the doorknob and the other holding her crotch. "Are you going to give me the keys or what?!" Kitty snapped at Donald. Then Donald looked horrified. "Oh no!" he said. "I think I locked them inside the car!" Kitty then stared back in shock. "You what?!" she shouted in Donald's face. "I... I... " Donald stammered. Kitty was now furious. It was bad enough her husband had done a lot of dumb things in the past. But with him locking the keys in the car and her bladder getting ready to burst, she was really ready to attack him. But she thought better of it. So she ran to the car and tried to open the driver's door, only to find it was locked. As she stared inside, there they were. Inside the ignition, dangling slowly. Kitty growled at the top of her lungs as her husband and child slowly approached her. "Donald!" she yelled. "Y-y-y-y-y-yes, dear?" he asked apprehensively. "HOW DO YOU LOCK THE KEYS INSIDE THE CAR?!" Kitty shouted, emphasizing every word. "You don't use your head?" Donald answered nervously. "I hope you're proud of yourself now!" Kitty snarled. "The keys are locked inside the car, we're locked outside our house, and I have to pee!" "I can fix this," Donald protested. "Oh yeah?" Kitty replied sharply. "HOW?!" Donald tried to think for a second. But had nothing. He was feeling rather uneasy on what his wife would do. She was on the verge to bursting and was about to attack him if she got her panties wet. Luckily, he had dodged a bullet when Kitty made her decision. "I'll deal with you later!" Kitty shouted at her husband. "Right now, I have to find a way inside the house so I can use the bathroom!" Kitty held onto her crotch and ran back to and around the house to find some way inside. The backdoor was locked. The windows were locked. The garage door was locked. Everything around the house was closed tightly. Kitty growled in frustration. "EVERYTHING IS LOCKED!" she shouted at the sky. She held on to her crotch tighter. She really needed to go and could barely hold it in. "I really need to pee so bad," she whined. It wasn't helping that she saw that the house's roof was still drenched from raining yesterday. It dripped a thin trail of water from the edge rapidly. Kitty also looked around to find the faucet for the backyard was also dripping with a tiny thin trail of water. She was really desperate. Kitty then looked around some more. With no access inside a building and water dripping around her, she had only one option: go outside. She watched as her husband and child approached her. "Donald," she told him. I want you to come with me." "Where are we going?" Donald asked, hesitant of what he thought Kitty would do to him. "Just come with me," Kitty grumbled, grabbing Donald by the wrist and taking him with her, their child following along. She guided them to a large bush in their backyard. "Now listen up," Kitty told her husband. "I want you to keep lookout while I pee behind this bush. And when I am done, I want you to give me something to wipe with. Do you have any napkins?" Donald checked his pockets and pulled out a few napkins. "They're all clean," he told Kitty. "Cheers," Kitty replied, snatching the napkins out of his hands. "Now I want you to stay behind this bush and don't look at me." So Kitty went on the other side of the bush as Donald covered his eyes with his hands. Kitty could feel the flood gates opening any second. So she took a furtive look around to make sure no one was watching, pulled down her pants and panties, squatted down, and began to pee instantly. "Ahhhhh!" Kitty sighed in relief. "Now that feels much better." Kitty felt her pee hitting the ground rapidly. She was relieved that although she was upset to have to be forced to pee outside, at least she made it before she could wet herself. "I hope you're not staring at me back there!" Kitty called to her husband. "I hate people who watch me pee! I especially hate those monsters looking at me! I am NOT a project you can just observe! I want my privacy out here since I couldn't make it to the toilet!" "I'm not looking, honey!" Donald protested, his eyes still covered by his hands. "I promise." "You better not be staring at me!" Kitty called back as she continued to pee. As she continued squatting, Kitty saw that a trail of her pee was getting longer and longer. After about two minutes, the pee trail was 2 yards long. "Are you finished back there, honey?" Donald asked from behind the bush. "Not yet, Donald!" Kitty shouted furiously, her pee coming out faster. "I told you I drank too much lemonade! This is going to take a while!" So Kitty continued peeing, and soon, a good five minutes passed since she started peeing. Her pee trail was now about four yards long, and it was flowing on the ground like a yellow river. Kitty was still squatting while peeing rapidly. Her bare butt was getting so cold she could feel the goose bumps on them. She groaned in frustration. Why did I drink so much lemonade?" she complained. Kitty continued peeing for one more minute until her pee finally weakened into tiny drops. "Finally, I'm finished," she sighed. "I can't believe it took me this long to finish peeing." Kitty used the napkins to wipe herself and threw the napkins on the ground. "Are you finished yet?!" Donald asked, popping from behind the bush. He had accidentally saw Kitty still squatting with her pants down, getting a view of her bare butt, and Kitty turned back to see Donald by surprise. "DONALD!" she screamed. "I told you not to look!" "I'm sorry," Donald said, freaking out. "I was just seeing if you were finished already!" Kitty then pulled up her purple panties and red pants and stood up to face Donald. "Well I'm done!" she told him. "And I'm still mad at you for locking the keys in the car." She stepped over an absurdly long trail of her pee and on the other side of the bush to confront Donald. "I told you I was sorry," Donald complained. "I'll just call an auto company to see if they could get the keys out of the car," Kitty told him as she guided her husband and daughter to the front yard. "At least I still have my cellphone. You guys sure have it easy though. You can just whip it out and stand while keeping all your clothes on, while I, a woman, have to bare my bum in the air to go outside." As the Cartwrights left, Lydia then came around from behind the big bush, encountering a 4-yard stream of Kitty's pee. Lydia stared at it in disgust. "This must be what human urine looks like," she muttered. "And that woman says monsters are disgusting. They have a house right there. Why didn't she just go there? Don't humans have any decency?"

This character's from Hotel Transylvania The Series

Becca Chang couldn't find the cleanest restroom in the park. So she went behind the bushes to pee and has her daughter keep watch so no one sees her peeing.