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Exploring what happens to a group of 5 female students living in shared accommodation with only one combined bathroom & toilet https://www.omorashi.org/gallery/album/1608-bustin2pees-artwork/ There will be a separate story for each girl eventually...

I watched the new Guardians of the Galaxy movie and I saw this scene. It surprised me and turned me on quickly. I was always wanting something like this to happen. omo 2.mp4

Summary: After over four years of hanging with the wrong crowd, Fiona finally decides enough is enough and dumps Scourge. Now, stuck out in the wilderness with nowhere to go as a storm rages on, the vixen spots a small shack, an answer to her prayers. Little does she know, the shack belongs to a certain two-tailed fox, and after those three glasses of water she drank, she just might find herself in a troubling spot... Notes: All characters involved in omorashi are age 18 or higher. Copied from my AO3 account. Feel free to check it out here for a complete collection of my work! https://archiveofourown.org/users/Awsometime/works “Well this is just... great!” The shivering red vixen’s words were swallowed up by the howling wind and pitter-patter of rain on leaves and wood as she trudged through the dense forest. She looked up at the darkened sky, quickly regretting her decision as a raindrop from the powerful storm pelted her eye. “Ah, damnit!” Fiona cursed as she stomped in frustration, kicking up a puddle of water and making herself even wetter. She cursed again. “Of all the nights...” she began, her words being broken up by a shiver as her black, skin-tight top and pants did little to protect her from the cold. “Of all the nights that I could’ve chosen to dump that green asshole, why did it have to be on a night I didn’t check the weather?!” Her tail swished angrily behind her as she continued her aimless trek, keeping her vulpine eyes peeled for any hint of civilization. But as the storm stretched out as far as she could see, her hope began to fade along with the last bit of muffled sunlight. Fiona instinctually rubbed her arms, which only served as a way to mat her soaked fur. “Just need to… find somewhere for tonight.” Right as the last of daytime faded, a slight twinkle beyond the trees caught Fiona’s eye. With a hopeful gasp, she trudged toward its source. She darted through the forest, almost colliding with several trees in the low light. But not a minute later, she stepped into a clearing. The red vixen was now in what appeared to be some sort of ruins. The lush, green forest floor had almost immediately transitioned into barren rock, and she could finally see more than a few feet in front of her. Though the odd rock formations and buildings in the distance would’ve otherwise intrigued her, Fiona was far more interested in the source of the light she’d seen. Sure enough, as she glanced atop a cliff not too far away, she saw a small, orange structure, sticking out amongst the ruins as the only modern looking building. “Oh jeez, yes!” Fiona exhaled as the thought of a roof over her head lit an inspiring fire within her. She took off toward the building, being careful not to trip over a fallen pillar or one of many other discarded relics. As the wind and rain continued their assault, the vixen finally reached the door and placed a series of determined knocks on its wood. “Hello, is anyone in there?” she called as steadily as she could. “Please, I’m stuck out here in the storm. I just need a place to stay until morning!” She received no response, and the door remained locked, a barrier between her and protection. Fiona stepped back and growled, her frustration no doubt influencing her as she weighed her options. The light pouring out of the windows on the side told Fiona that the place was, at the very least, not abandoned. At best, the little hut had no permanent occupant and was already inhabited by someone like her; At worst, whoever owned the place wasn’t interested in letting her in. With another irritated growl, the fed-up fox made up her mind. “Well, either way, someone’s gonna learn to share tonight!” Taking another step back, Fiona pushed off the ground and forward, bringing her leg out in front. Her booted foot made contact with the door, and its older lock gave way almost immediately. It swung open and slammed against the inner wall of the house, closing partially before Fiona grabbed and pushed it back. After stepping inside and fervently shaking the water from her fur, the fox was greeted with about what she’d expected. Discarded machine parts littered a desk off to the left of the room, and a staircase was against the far wall. “Hmph! Whoever owns this place, they’ve gotta work on their interior decorating,” scoffed Fiona as she sashayed in like she was the new owner. While observing a few more of the house’s features, she found herself clearing her throat rather often. This, along with the rain hammering the walls, made her realize something. “Man, I’m parched!” Eyeing a sink she’d spotted earlier, Fiona strutted up to it and then started carelessly throwing open the cupboards above it. “Let’s see here… cups?” Upon throwing open a cupboard beneath the counter, the vixen found what she was looking for. “Ah, there we are! ‘Bout time!” To Fiona’s delight, the sink worked like a charm. It splashed a torrent of cold, clear water into her glass on demand, and soon, she was letting out a refreshed sigh as the last of it tumbled down her dry throat. She wiped off her lips before retrieving another glassful. After two refills, the fox felt satisfied, and she dropped the cup into the sink. The sink… “Wait, what’s that?” Fiona’s eyes shot back to a small design on the sink in a double take. They grew wide as saucers as she saw a familiar logo of two orange, white-tipped tails beneath the faucet. “Don’t tell me this is-” “A really bad idea on your part? Ok, I won’t tell you, then.” Those youthful words were the last she heard before the impact of a hard object against the back of her head robbed her of her faculties. She stumbled back and collapsed into someone’s arms, looking up just in time to see a hint of orange fur before the last of her vision faded to black. ==== Fiona awoke with a start, darting her eyes every which way to take in her surroundings. However, a throbbing sensation on the back of her head brought her actions to a screeching halt. Instinctually, Fiona’s right hand tried to shoot up and cradle the wound, but it met resistance. “Huh?” she exhaled as she looked back at her arms, only now finally starting to realize the situation she was in. “Oh, you’re awake.” The vixen knew that voice anywhere. Her mind raced to recall the logo she’d seen right before passing out, and her eyes followed the sound to an inevitable sight. Leaning against the opposite wall, with his twin tails swishing behind him and a light scowl on his face, was none other than Miles Prower. He stared back at her restrained form, tied to a chair at her legs, waist, and hands, with locks around each of the ropes for good measure. “T… Tails?!” “Don’t call me that,” demanded the fox in swift retaliation. “Only my friends get to call me that.” With a whirlpool of questions raging through her head, Fiona decided to ask the most important one, that being, “Tails, why am I tied up?” The fox withdrew his gaze and let out a patronizing scoff. “Why wouldn’t you be? You’re the enemy.” “Tails…” “I told you, it’s Miles . Someone who runs around with Scourge is no friend of mine!” “I…” “No. I’m done hearing excuses. I’m done being treated like I’m just some dumb, lovestruck kid!” snapped Tails, baring his fangs as he took an authoritative step forward. “I don’t want to hear your lies anymore!” “Tails, I dumped Scourge!” “I’m sick of- what?” With an annoyed sigh, Fiona rolled her eyes and replied, “I dumped that bastard today! That crap he pulled on Moebius was a step too far for me, and it made me realize how dumb I was being. Happy now?” Tails’ mouth hanged agape for a moment, his powerful brain no doubt working overtime to make sense of Fiona’s words. For a moment, his face softened and his shoulders fell. The younger fox opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again. As quickly as it’d come, Tails’ softer expression vanished in favor of a disgusted scowl. “No, I’m not ‘happy now’! You think, after all those years of manipulation and abuse, that you’re just gonna waltz in here and act like I should trust you?!” “No! This was an accident!” Tails gave an amused laugh in response. “Hah! I’m guessing that time you slapped me in the face and ripped my heart out was just an ‘accident’ too, right?” “That was a mistake, that’s different!” “Oh, of course it was!” mocked Tails, his eyes beginning to water. “Well, news flash, Fiona. Maybe four years ago, I’d have fallen for this trick, but guess what? I’m not a dumb twelve year old kid anymore!” “I’m not trying to trick you, Tails!” “Yeah, and Sonic isn’t blue!” “Tails, listen to me!” “I’d rather listen to claws on a chalkboard!” “...” An awkward silence settled over the room, with Tails refusing to take his eyes away from Fiona for even an instant as she struggled with what to say. It was during this time that the vixen’s eyes widened in realization. She looked down at her lower body, recalling the three glasses of water she’d guzzled down Chaos knows how long ago. The liquid had begun to work its way through her, and it’d chosen the worst time to demand an exit, presenting itself as a mild pressure in her abdomen. Oh, Chaos, how was she going to do this? “Uh… Tails?” “Miles.” “Tails, please…” The orange fox crossed his arms and averted his gaze with a stubborn scoff. “Alright, fine. Miles,” began the vixen as she awkwardly fidgeted in her chair. “I know this isn’t the best time to bring this up, but… would you mind if I used your bathroom?” The howling laughter Fiona received was about what she’d expected. She watched in annoyance as Tails held his stomach and wiped his eye with his free hand. “Oh, goodness…” Tails began, recovering from his laughing fit and glancing down at Fiona. “Your little ‘I’ve changed’ plan failed, so now you’re hoping ‘please let me go potty’ will work?” “Tails-” began the fox, cutting herself off and sighing as she realized growling his forbidden name would get her nowhere. “Miles, I promise, I’m not trying to trick you here. You saw me drink all that water before you clocked me!” “Hmph!” grunted the two-tailed fox as his scowl remained on his face. “Well, I’m sure you can hold it until the Freedom Fighters get here.” “When’s that?” “Hah!” mused Tails, looking down at his arm where a teched-out watch was wrapped around his wrist. “Three hours, maybe four, depending on how long Sonic wants his beauty sleep to last.” “Three hours?! There’s no way I can hold it that long!” “You’re acting like I even believe you to begin with!” “Grr… Miles!” Fiona shifted in her chair. The ropes tied around her waist and constricting her bladder certainly weren’t helping her predicament. “Look, just let me piss real quick. After that, I’ll do whatever you want. Hell, I’ll tie myself back up for all I care!” “And I should trust you, because…?” The vixen opened her mouth to reply, only to shut it in an unfortunate realization. There really wasn’t a reason for Tails to trust her. “That’s what I thought.” ==== By the time Tails had told her a little under an hour had passed, Fiona was growing desperate. The mild discomfort in her midsection had graduated to an ache, and her bladder protested with a stinging sensation every time she squirmed in her chair to try and find the most comfortable, and least straining, position. More than once, she’d caught Tails peering over to her with a softer expression. But it disappeared the second he realized she was watching him. With her thighs already rubbing together in discomfort, Fiona figured she had nothing to lose from asking, “Miles, can we talk?” “Your little dance isn’t convincing me.” “Not about that!” Fiona rebutted. “Then I have nothing to gain from talking to you.” “Then just listen!” “...” With a sigh, and forcing her bladder’s concerns to the back of her mind, Fiona began, in the kindest tone she could produce, “Look, Miles. I understand why you’re upset. I would be, too! What I did to you, to everyone, for all those years, it wasn’t right!” “Understatement of the century.” “The point is, I’ve changed since then!” insisted Fiona, leaning forward in her chair, only to immediately wince in regret as the ropes pressed against her uncomfortably full bladder. “You said you were just a stupid kid four years ago, right? Well, so was I! I made a mistake, Miles, a big one!” Fiona watched Tails’ face for any sign of a change, only to come up short. So, she continued, “After my choice to run off with Scourge, things just started to feel more and more… wrong! Like I was doing something stupid, but had no way out. Think about it. Scourge was all I had, Miles! What would you have done if I’d come crawling back to you back then? I think today’s a pretty good indicator!” “We gave you multiple chances to change, and you blew it! You ask what we would’ve done? I don’t know, probably what you deserve!” “And what do I deserve, Tails?” The question’s weight crushed any desire Tails had to correct Fiona on his name. He stared back at her blankly, trying to muster up a response. “Do I deserve to just be alone for the rest of my life, promising people I can change only to be thrown aside like I never can? ‘Cause it sounds to me like that’s exactly what you’re proposing!” “Fiona, I…” Tails’ words gave way to the storm still raging outside. The two stared with nothing but each other and the torrent of rain to keep them company. The vixen watched as hurt washed over his face. “This is… really complicated,” conceded Tails, letting his gaze fall to the floor. “We’ve been enemies for so long, and for you to show up now and… you can’t just expect people to immediately trust you again, Fiona.” “I’m not asking for that!” cried the vixen, lurching forward in her chair and wincing as her bladder shot waves of pain through her body in protest. “I’m just asking you for a chance.” Fiona could’ve sworn she’d seen at least a dozen emotions all take their turn commanding Tails’ face as he stood in quiet contemplation. After what seemed like an eternity, the younger vulpine finally opened his mouth. “I’m gonna need some time to think about this, Fiona.” The vixen nearly bit her lip at the mention of the commodity she was hastily running out of. She stared down at her aching abdomen, weighing her options carefully. As much as she wanted to bring up her need for relief again, even beg him if necessary, she decided against it. The boy needed time, and bringing up her problem now might just make him even more suspicious. With her mind made up, Fiona laid back in her chair and got as comfortable as she could. ==== As the minutes crawled by, Fiona felt her composure being hammered away at. Her legs rubbed together as best they could under their restraints, and she wished desperately that she could at least jam her hands in between them to hold herself. She glanced longingly over at Tails, who had by now dozed off against the wall. Her bladder begged her to wake him, to call his name and beg him to let her out so she could make a mad dash for the bathroom, yank down her pants, and… “Hngh!” whined Fiona, shaking herself from her fantasy before she wet herself then and there. Just a little longer, she thought. Tails was sure to wake up soon! The jingling of the locks stirred the two-tailed fox. He pried his heavy eyes open and turned his attention to the vixen, who was now biting her lip and looking every which way. “Fiona?” Tails’ voice jerking her from her concentration didn’t help the vixen’s desperate state. Fighting the urge to immediately beg him for relief, she looked him in the eye. “T-Tails, you’re up!” Tails took a moment to look Fiona up and down. Clearly, she was either in a lot of pain, or she was a damn good actress. Her bushy red tail jerked behind her as she fervently rubbed her legs together, and beads of sweat poured down her face. “You weren’t lying about having to go, were you?” “No!” Fiona couldn’t stop herself from blurting out as she squirmed desperately. “I didn’t bring it up before, ‘cause you were asleep, and I wanted to give you your time. But now I’ll ask again. Please , Tails, can I go take a piss?” “And you promise, no funny business?” “I’m about to do my ‘business’ all over your chair and floor if you don’t give me somewhere else!” He stared at Fiona again, almost hoping he’d be able to find some hint of deception so he wouldn’t have to make the choice he was about to. “I don’t know…” “Tails, I’ll behave myself, I swear! I’ll tell the Freedom Fighters everything I know, I’ll even rat out that bastard Scourge for you! Just please, let me take a damn leak!” Whether the vixen was genuine about wanting to change, Tails didn’t know. But one more look at her fidgeting form made it clear to him that she wasn’t lying about one thing. “Fiona, you’ve convinced me.” The words came like an answer to Fiona’s prayers. She felt a wave of relief wash over her as she thanked Tails up and down. “I’ll unlock your ropes.” Fiona fell back in the chair and bit her lip with a whine. “Please, just hurry up!” Tails strode over to his nightstand and jerked open the top drawer. He quickly scanned its contents, only for his eyes to widen in shock. “Tails, what’s that look for?” “I… thought the key was right here,” the fox muttered, looking back at his bursting captive, then back at the drawer. “Oh no, don’t tell me you lost the key!” Fiona whined as pain erupted from her overworked bladder. “Please, Tails, find it. I’m about to piss myself over here!” “C’mon… Think, Miles, think!” grunted Tails as he slapped his forehead, trying to retrace his steps. “I knocked Fiona out, brought her up here, locked the locks, then I got a drink of wa-” Suddenly, the fox’s eyes grew wide as saucers. That was it, the sink! “Hold on, Fiona! I think I left the key downstairs!” “I’ve been ‘holding on’ for going on forever now. I’m not gonna have a choice in the matter pretty soon!” barked Fiona as another bladder spasm brought her legs crashing together. “I’ll be right back!” was the younger vulpine’s frantic response as he rushed out of the room and down the steps. Now alone with her begging bladder, Fiona threw her head back and slammed her eyes shut, diverting all her strength to her bladder as it strained to hold back the ocean of contents locked inside her. “Oh… hurry, Tails, hurry!” By the time Tails had bounded back up the steps with the key in-hand, Fiona was fit to burst. Her bladder’s begs had graduated to plain demands, and she was seconds away from just giving up and soaking her pants and the furniture beneath. “Fiona, you’ve got to stop moving your legs so I can get the lock!” “Oh… alright!” moaned Fiona. The second Tails unlocked the rope and it fell slack to the floor, her legs pounced overtop of one another, crossing with all their might as they bounced in unison. “Just two more, Fiona. Hang in there!” Tails moved onto her waist, sliding the key in and twisting before jerking the lock off. The desperate vixen gasped as the ropes previously constricting her fell, allowing her already-full bladder to stretch even further. Hopefully, the momentary relief of pressure would be enough… Fiona awkwardly stood up and jammed her legs together, fervently shifting her weight between them as Tails went for the last lock. The temptation to yank down her pants and soak the young inventor’s floor the second she was free was overwhelming. But she couldn’t do that to him now. “Alright, Fiona. That’s it!” Her hands wasted no time in flying to her crotch to hold back the coming flood, she danced in place as she shot her gaze over to Tails. “Tails. Bathroom. Where?!” “First door down the hall to the right.” Fiona didn’t waste a second more. She knew a controlled hobble to the bathroom was out of the question. She was going in the next ten seconds, pants or not. With that in mind, the vixen took off in a mad dash toward the door. She felt the last of her restraint failing as she darted into the room and threw on the light, not even bothering to shut the door behind her. Then, her eyes fell upon the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen. The toilet sat against the far wall, practically calling on her to fill its vacancy. “Ugh… I’m gonna fucking piss myself if I wait any longer!” she cried with a violent shiver as she grabbed her leggings and yanked them down. With her privates now exposed to the open air, her bladder finally gave up its fight. Rather than try and quell the light trickle of clear pee now trailing down her leg, Fiona dashed forward and jerked the toilet seat up before collapsing forward onto the bowl. Fiona’s beyond-full bladder needed no invitation to start releasing its hours worth of stored up contents. A mighty torrent of clear urine rushed out from between her legs and crashed into the awaiting water below. Both this sound, however, and the raging storm outside, paled in comparison to what poured out of the vixen’s mouth. “Hahhh… finally!” Fiona moaned in ecstasy as every second worth of pent-up stress and pee cascaded from her. Her bushy tail swished off the edge of the toilet as she filled the room with her delightful exhales. In a final resignation, Fiona let her body collapse forward onto the rear of the toilet. She closed her eyes and donned an airy smile as the torrent continued. “This feels... so fucking good,” she breathed, her words being broken up by one of many sighs of relief. The waves of ecstasy now surging throughout her body was a feeling she never wanted to end. But alas, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, her stream began to slow. First to a trickle, and then to a few drops, and with one last sigh of unparalleled relief, Fiona felt the last of her urine empty from her body. “Ugh, thank goodness he believed me…” breathed the alleviated vixen as she stood up from her awkward position on the toilet and reached for the toilet paper. After cleaning herself up, Fiona turned toward the entrance, only for her eyes to widen in realization. “Oh, Chaos!” In a burst of speed, Fiona yanked her pants back up and dashed out of the bathroom, only to shoot her gaze down the hall and see Tails standing at the end of it, blushing madly and refusing to make eye contact with her. “Tails! You…” “You forgot to close the door…” was the fox’s embarrassed response as Fiona strode up to him. “Yeah, I noticed.” As the two stood there awkwardly, Fiona eyed the chair, suddenly recalling their deal. “Oh, right…” “Hmm?” Fiona seemed to ignore him, instead opting to stride over to the chair and sit back down in the pose she’d left it in. “Remember? I promised I’d go right back to here once I was done, so go ahead, Tails. Tie me up again.” At that moment, Fiona couldn’t have guessed what was going through the young fox’s head. But his response certainly wasn’t one of her guesses. “There’s no need for that.” “Wh… what?” Tails responded with an awkward chuckle. “After all you just went through, and all I’ve seen, just you offering to be tied up again is enough to earn at least a little trust from me.” A warm smile washed onto Fiona’s face as she rose from the chair and strode up to Tails. The boy retreated for a moment, but quickly found himself in the taller vixen’s arms. “Thank you, Tails. That means a lot to me,” smiled Fiona as she broke their embrace and bent down to reach eye level. “In fact, I think for that, you deserve something I should’ve given you a long time ago.” Tails felt his entire body freeze stiff as he stared into Fiona’s approaching eyes. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as she grasped his shoulders and pulled him in, closing her eyes as her lips met his. The fox hardly wanted to believe it. But the warm, blissful feelings now echoing through his body confirmed it. Fiona Fox was kissing him. After they broke away, Tails told his lips to move, to say anything at all. “Mwaa… huh?!” “Just a little something to show my gratitude,” Fiona replied with a light, yet devious tone that drove Tails further up a wall. “Well, aside from the one you already got.” Tails raised his eyebrow. “Already got? What do you mean?” Fiona’s next sentence would drive a mad flush onto Tails’ cheeks that would give her own fur’s redness a run for its money. “Silly fox, you got to make a woman moan.”

So how are we enjoying Tears of the Kingdom so far? i've been having a lot of fun. Though i will admit most of my playtime involved me screwing around in Hyrule. I've cleared the entire map, completed about 65 shrines as of writing this but I've only recently started making progress with the story and seeing the cutscenes. This short in particular takes place shortly after one of the memories. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Still thinking about returning home?" Rauru asked. Zelda took her eyes off the stone for a second and eyed the Zonai King of Hyrule. "Y-Yeah....I think I'm starting to get the hang of things. But i still can't help but worry." Zelda said as she brushed her hair and looked around. Rauru noticed the strained look on her face and smiled. "Please don't push yourself princess. As Sonia said. It'll become second nature in due time." Rauru said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. Zelda smiled, though Rauru couldn't help but notice how strained Zelda's expression was and how she was sweating. "How about you get some rest. I'll go get you some refreshments." Rauru said. Zelda thanked the King and watched as he walked away and disappeared into the forest she was training in. Once he was out of sight, Zelda crossed her legs and placed her hands on her thighs. In the time Zelda had spend trying to draw out her Stone's power, The tea she had drank from Sonia had began working it's way through the princess' System. And she was at a point where every step she took caused her to wince. For about an hour she had to divide her focus between keeping a hold on her bladder and using her power and she was nearing her limit. But the Castle was far away and she wasn't sure she could handle walking all the way back there. She had a distressingly close call not to long ago while trying to use her recently-discovered powers on a much larger object. Zelda hissed and looked around. Rauru was nowhere in sight now and neither were any of the guards that accompanied her on her way to the forest. Taking a deep breath, Zelda slowly made her way towards the bushes. Behind those bushes was a boulder Zelda had practiced on earlier. She hid behind the boulder and took another look around to confirm nobody was watching. Admitedly, This wasn't exactly the first time Zelda had found herself having to do her business outside. She remembered having to do so while exploring a cavern with Link not too long ago. But those experiences did very little to quell her nervousness. Once she made sure nobody was around to see her, she hiked up her archaic dress. She pulled down her panties to her knees, looked around once more and then crouched down until her butt has hovering mere inches above the grass. Despite her bladder's begging, there was a bit of hesitance before she felt comfortable. She took a deep breath and relaxed her muscles. and then a powerful stream of pee came out of her most intimate area. Splattering against the grass and slowly greating a puddle that was just barely being obscured by the grass. Zelda closed her eyes and leaned her head back, she couldn't resist letting out a satisfied sigh. All the pressure and stress she felt earlier being quickly replaced by an overwhelming feeling of relief. Zelda felt so much more relaxed now, the noises of the forest added a touch of serenity to a situation that she would've found overwhelmingly awkward. She was so engulfed in her relief she failed to notice the figure creeping up on her. "Am i interrupting?" That snapped Zelda out of her relaxation and in a split second the relief was replaced with panic. She turned around to see the Queen and Founder of Hyrule looking at her. Zelda couldn't quite get a read on her facial expression but she she couldn't imagine her being happy about this. "Q-Queen Sonia! I uhh...This- .....This isn't what it looks like,i uhh...." Zelda scrambled for a excuse, trying to put an end to her stream. But she couldn't stop it. Sonia slowly approached her. Zelda covered her face, being unable to face the Queen. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! i couldn't wait...i had to......Please forgive me!" Zelda whispered hastily, unable to look at the queen. And as such, she failed to see the Queen stop next to her and reach below her own dress. She hiked it up and draped it in front of her, revealing a lack of underwear. Zelda snapped out of her thoughts when she heard some shuffling, She worked up the courage to look to her side and her eyes widened as she watched the Queen get in the same position she was. And if that didn't strike confusion into the future princess, what happened next definitely did. Sonia relaxed and a stream of urine jetted out of her own body. Splattering against the grass and adding to the wetness Zelda had created. Zelda was so in shock she hadn't registered that her own stream was coming to an end. "Q-Queen Sonia?!" "Ahhhh.....Nothing feels better than releasing it after a long day of work. Wouldn't you agree?" She said as she looked at Zelda before closing her eyes and relaxing further. "Y-You're not...i mean..." Zelda stuttered, not knowing how to respond. Sonia looked at the princess once more and smiled. "You don't have to be ashamed. When the goddesses call, you've got to answer." Sonia said as she looked at her own stream. "I too have had to hold it for long periods of time. Sometimes i barely make it back to the castle. Mastering your abilities, extensive meetings. They can be though to sit through." Sonia said. Now facing the princess once more. "And i'd be lying if i said i hadn't found myself having to sneak and hide once or twice." She said with a giggle. This caused Zelda's anxiousness to diminish a little. She looked at the Queen's stream, which was already starting to die down. Zelda looked down and only then noticed her own had stopped. "Umm...i don't suppose you'd have anything to wipe with?" Zelda asked with a sheepish smile. "Heh....I'm afraid not. Most of the people in this time aren't very lucky to have that luxury. Me and Rauru do but...Well, we're not in the castle right now are we?" Sonia said. This did get a small chuckle out of Zelda. She stood up and pulled her panties back up, The wetness causing her to shiver a little. Sonia stood upright again and dropped and readjusted her dress. "There's a river nearby we can use to wash our hands" Sonia said as she urged Zelda to follow her. Zelda smiled and followed the queen. The queen turned around and looked at Zelda. "Remember to take a break occasionally and don't strain yourself, Princess. You will master your abilities soon. I know it." Sonia said. "Yes...Yes, your majesty." Zelda said with a confident smile. The two royals continued walking. As they did, Zelda's thoughts drifted back to her powers...and then to Link. "Link. I'm okay. I'll be back with you soon..."

Foreword: During the early 19th century, the brothers Grimm would have collected many oral tales to preserve in written form. However, the stories that eventually made their way into these volumes were edited to remove some of the more vulgar content. Some stories may have been cut out altogether. Perhaps there was once a story just like this one, cut from the volume due to the obscenity of a princess needing to pee. If so, it would have been doomed to die as a forgotten folk tale, never to reach a modern audience. Until now… Three princesses and a pot Once upon a time, there were three princesses who lived in three neighboring lands, and they were so fair and so kind and so sweet, that they came to be known by all as the princess of cherry pies, and the princess of lemon tarts, and the princess of almond cakes. One day, the fathers and mothers of these princesses met with each other to discuss treaties and trade and tales and troubles, and many other things kings and queens discuss with each other. And of course, the three princesses snuck away from the meeting table to discuss the kinds of things only princesses talk about when they believe nobody is listening. But as luck would have it, that day there were blackguards and scoundrels sneaking around, hoping to hear some whispered king’s or queen’s secret. And the princesses had snuck off just far enough that the royal guards could no longer find them. So, they were kidnapped and carried off far away to the prince of blackguards. And when the prince of blackguards had seen the three captive princesses, he had said this: “You three are my captives, yet I shall show you three mercies. You shall be watered and fed so that you do not starve. I shall send messages of ransom to your kingdom, rather than its enemies. Finally, you shall be given a chamber pot to share in your captivity so that you may keep your dignity whole.” And so it came to be that the three princesses were locked in a tall tower, and they were given food and water and a white porcelain pot. But none of the princesses wanted to use the pot in front of the other, as the duties of a dignified princess demanded. But as the first day passed, their bladders filled and filled, and as the first night passed, their bladders filled even more. And soon, they wanted to pass their waters so badly they could hardly stand it. And then when the sun was high above the tower on the second day, the princess of cherry pies said “Forgive me, for I am a disgrace. I must concede that you two are my betters in dignified elegance and endurance, and now I can only beg you do not tell of this to anyone else.” The princess of lemon tarts asked what was troubling her so, and the princess of cherry pies said “Must I say it out loud? I must pass my waters now, for they hurt me so. I have failed in my duty as a princess, to disgrace myself so in your presence. But it cannot be done any longer, I must use the pot.” And so the princess of lemon tarts and the princess of almond cakes both promised her never to speak of this, and hurried to help her out of her dress and corset and smallthings. Finally, the princess of cherry pies stood trembling and naked before the pot as the wooden lid covering it was removed. The inside of the pot was pristine, as if it had just been scrubbed. And it is said that the sobs of relief that came from the princess of cherry pies after she sat down were so gentle and thankful that it is said that birds gathered outside the window and started singing, and the flowers outside started growing. Tears streamed down her face as she filled the pot. And she did not stop until she had filled the pot half-way. During the second night, the princess of lemon tarts could not sleep for her full bladder. It throbbed and chafed and stung her so, that she thought she would do anything to be rid of it. And when the moon shone through the window of the tower, the princess of lemon tarts decided she would die if she held her waters for any longer. Quietly she snuck out of her bed, and removed her smallthings as best as she was able before bunching up her dress. Then, she removed the wooden lid and sat over the pot. And though the princess of lemon tarts tried to be quiet as a mouse, it is said that her hushed whimpers of relief, which sounded so happy and sad all at once, caused the clouds above to rain in grief of her lost dignity and the animals near the tower to tearfully celebrate her relief. And when she was finished, she put the wooden cover back on the pot and went to sleep. However, the princess of almond cakes had witnessed all of it. And now she so urgently needed to pass her own water, and was so jealous of the other two, that she decided to sneak out of bed just as the princess of lemon tarts had. And just like the princess before her, she hastily undid her smallthings and took the wooden cover of the pot. However, by now the pot was completely full and could not be used. And so the princess of almond cakes had to put the pot back, and put back on her smallclothes without passing her water. By the dawn of the third day, the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts, who had both used the pot were again full of bladder and in much discomfort. It did of course not compare to the sufferings of the princess of almond cakes, who had not passed her waters in all this time. But neither the princess of lemon tarts nor the princess of cherry pies knew about this, as they both assumed the princess of almond cakes had found some moment of privacy during one of the nights they had been captive. It was then a lark flew and landed on the captive princesses’ windowsill. And this was an enchanted lark, because it started speaking to them. “Princesses who come from three lands,” it said. “I am sent to settle an old debt. Many years ago, the queen of almond cakes saved my children from being cooked and served at a royal feast. Now, I have arrived at your windowsill to repay her good deed in kind.” The princesses were overjoyed at these news, and rejoiced. Except for the princess of almond cakes, who stayed silent all throughout. The lark spoke again. “As my debt is to the princess of almond cakes, I can fulfil her deepest wish. If she tells me of her heart’s true desire, it is within my ability to grant it.” The princess of cherry pies spoke then, and said “Then you must simply wish us away from here and back to our kingdoms! Then we can finally be free of the discomforts of our captivity.” Then the princess of lemon tarts spoke “Or you may wish to change the hearts of these blackguards, so that they decide to return us home freely and never again hurt a traveler!” The princess of almond cakes told the lark “I wish for both of these things. I wish that we may return to our homes, and that the company of blackguards and scoundrels have a change of heart and never again cause harm. This is my heart’s desire.” But it was not her true heart’s desire, in reality the princess of almond cakes wanted only to relieve her stinging bladder. And the lark said “Very well.” and flew off. But the more time passed, the less did her wish come true. Later that day when the sun was above the tower, the lark came again. It said “Because your wish has not yet come true, it cannot be your heart’s true desire. Please, you must tell me your heart’s deepest wish or I cannot help you.” And then the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts tried to encourage her to think of her heart’s desire, for they too wanted the lark’s help. But the princess of almond cakes could not tell them of her heart’s desire, and instead said “I only wish to return to my bed, in my room, in my castle, in my kingdom.” And the lark said “Very well.” and flew off again. This time, the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts were quite cross with their companion, as she had wished to only be returned herself. But again time passed, and her wish did not come true. When it was almost dark, the lark returned again. It said “Because your wish has not yet come true, it cannot be your heart’s true desire. Please, you must tell me your heart’s deepest wish or I cannot help you.” And the princesses of cherry pies and lemon tarts told her that she must tell the lark true, now, for their own bladders were almost as full as they had been before. Finally, the princess of almond cakes said “I only wish to relieve my aching, burning, stinging bladder! I only wish to be free of this ocean I carry within my belly, and pass my waters after three days!” And as soon as she said so, the prince of blackguards entered the tower. He had heard the commotion, and decided to come and investigate. As it happens, he was also carrying a pot filled with gold and jewelry that his band of scoundrels had stolen from a wealthy merchant. Faster than the prince of blackguards could respond, the princess of almond cakes tore off her dress and her corset and her smallclothes, grabbed the pot he was holding, and threw out all the gold. And it is said that her exhalations of relief were so sincere and regal, that the sun itself was forced to turn the other way as to not witness this private act. Even the prince of blackguards, wicked as he was, had to turn his eyes away. And it is said that after that day, the prince of blackguards was changed. And he returned the princesses to the kingdom, and turned away from his wickedness. And some say he was rewarded by the princess of almond cakes for helping her in her utmost need, and became her most loyal knight. And that he would bring a clay pot to her room every night, so that her dignity as a princess would always be protected.