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female The Helpful Fox Senko-san - The Pressure to Pamper

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Love it. After I've read whole manga during waiting for new episodes I was wondering if Senko has ever peed herself/how strong her bladder is. Can't wait for the next part. 

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20 minutes ago, Imouto Kitten said:

I'm unfamiliar with the source material, but anything with fox girls is usually good and this didn't disappoint...

Though, it sounds like the source is a manga with an anime adaptation... can anyone fill me in on the title and tell me if the anime has an English dub(Blind, so can't do subs and my Japanese is garbage)?

As this title describes, the anime is known as The Helpful Fox Senko-San, or Sewayuki Kitsune no Senko-San in Japanese. There is an English dub, but the only ways to watch it now (legally) are subscriptions to either Crunchyroll or Funimation. Also can't say how good the dub is, I wouldn't expect much, the quality does sort of live or die by how cute Senko sounds.

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On 7/19/2019 at 6:14 PM, Imouto Kitten said:

I'm unfamiliar with the source material, but anything with fox girls is usually good and this didn't disappoint...

Though, it sounds like the source is a manga with an anime adaptation... can anyone fill me in on the title and tell me if the anime has an English dub(Blind, so can't do subs and my Japanese is garbage)?

Wait, sorry if you find this offensive or insensitive, but if you are blind how come you can read the thread and type so well? If you hadn’t said, I honestly wouldn’t have realised you were blind as you’ve typed near perfectly.

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9 hours ago, Imouto Kitten said:

For reading the thread and other web pages, I use a screen reader(specifically the Orca screen reader since I'm using a graphical web browser on a Linux system). Major limitations include inability to read text from graphics, not working well with pages optimized for mouse or touch screen to the detriment of keyboard users, and not working well with most non-Latin characters(e.g. it can only read Greek letter-by-letter and can't string it into words, it can only only identify Kanji and Kana as Chinese letters and Japanese letters respectively, some unicode characters are only identified by hex code point). And while soft-subs are often stored as text, I know of no means to have a text-to-speech engine read subtitles in timewith the audio from a soft-subbed video file.

As for typing, I learned to touch type about 15 years prior to going blind and was actually surprised to learn that there were competent typists who aren't touch typists. Oh, and my screen reader echos my every keystroke, at least when not typing a password, and echos the character deleted when using backspace.

More on topic, I did manage to find a few clips from the dub on YouTube. I'm almost willing to bet money Senko's Japanese voice is cuter, but considering some of the fails I've heard with dub actresses making loli characters sound grating or like middle-aged women, I'd rater Senko's English voice as at least passable.

Also, I'd totally love to be pampered by a little loli fox girl.

Thank you for the elaboration, I find that fascinating. I always feel a bit worried I’m being rude when I ask people about disabilities, ever since I managed to enrage a large group of deaf people by asking them about their disabilities.

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And here we are with the rest of the story! Apologies for the slight delay; I had to do some quick revisions to make sure it was up to scratch. Now without further ado...

 

The Pressure to Pamper: One Long Night

The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder

With thanks to Sake, Captain L, and Etchyfox for editing

 

“Mm?”

Senko’s eyes fluttered open to a dark, unfocused room. She rubbed the sleepiness out of them, and blinked a couple more times for good measure. It was still the apartment, no funny business from Shiro or Yozora here, the room now only lit up from the turned-down TV and the moonlight coming through the back patio door. She was seated at the floor-table with an empty cup of green tea and an ancient scroll with the words “Nakano’s Super Relaxing Evening Ideas” on the top.

It was the perfect evening plan, if she thought so herself: A scrumptious meal with freshly-fried tofu, then a relaxing bath containing special salts to revitalize a weary body, topped off with a tender massage and a little sake from her personal stash to wash away that last bit of stress. It was just missing one thing, that being Nakano himself.

“Oh, that’s right,” she muttered while looking around. She had been waiting for him to come home for a while now, long enough for her to drift off to a sitting sleep. Shiro probably would be teasing her about being “such an old lady” or something if she were around. More importantly, after all that time, Nakano still had not come home. That could only mean he was working late, possibly even spending the night at the office again. Neither was good; a man’s workplace was not supposed to be his home. At this rate, Nakano would be lucky if he didn’t have a heart attack right at his desk.

"Aah, stop!"

"Hmm?" Senko turned her attention to the voice coming from the TV. She had forgotten that she had been watching a marathon of Little Yoko, Inari Girl while cleaning and brainstorming. It seemed this episode was nearing its climax: Little Yoko had her back against the wall, having been cornered once again by the fiendish Don Tanukiman.

"Ah-ha-ha-ha!" cackled the Don, "There's no escape this time!"

"Noooo, you can't!" begged Little Yoko, her hands pressed between her twisted legs.

"Oh, but I can!" Don Tanukiman raised his camera. "Once I have a picture of you having an accident, you'll be finished! Now come on and let it all out. You know you want to!"

Little Yoko whimpered as her eyes darted between Tanukiman and the very unfortunate location she had been cornered in: a random part of a water park full of spritzing fountains, crashing waterfalls, and rushing rivers. A full tidal wave of suggestive sights and sounds bombarded her body and bladder, making her feel as though she could explode at any second.

“Ah… I can’t… I’m g-gonna-”

The episode suddenly paused on Little Yoko’s look of panic. Senko set the remote back down, unable to watch any further even if she was dying to find out how it would end. Unfortunately, seeing all that water coupled with Little Yoko’s desperate dance made Senko very aware of her own growing problem. Now that she thought of it, the last time she used the bathroom was that big morning pee. Even for her, that was plenty of time for her bladder to fill back up. The green tea she had to help her focus did not help, either. 

"Uugh," she groaned. No way could she focus with such a bothersome pressure. Best to get up and take care of it first.

Senko rose to her feet, wincing from the shifting weight in her groin, and stepped towards the bathroom door. With one hand on her crotch, she reached for the handle.

Her ears twitched as she heard the sound of a door opening. Not the toilet; no, it was coming from the front.

Nakano was home at last. It wasn't the most ideal time for Senko, but that mattered little to her. She let go of the bathroom door and briskly walked to the front of the apartment, watching the knob turn from his key. Potty time could wait; it was pampering time.

She threw her arms out and put on a big smile right as the door opened. "Welcome home, Naka… Uyan!?"

It was like looking at a ghost. Nakano was hunched over from the weight of the world on his back, his pupils missing from his eyes and his mouth slightly open. The shroud of darkness covered him like a blanket, so much that Senko could barely see the outside world past the door frame.

“N-Nakano!? What happened!?” She reached out to him, only for him to trudge past her, slipping his shoes off and leaving the door open.

“Uugh, work… so much crunch,” he mumbled with his face cradled inside a hand. “Last-minute changes. Lots of programming errors. So much… yelling…” He dropped his suitcase on the floor-table before turning to his bed and falling onto it with a “fwomp”.

Senko, who had been shutting the door and sorting Nakano’s shoes behind him, went straight to his side. She couldn’t begin to understand exactly what he was talking about, but it was clear he had gone through hell today. This had to have been the worst he had felt since before she entered his life, and she definitely couldn’t leave him this way. But just looking at him, Senko knew he wouldn't have the energy for a late dinner or bath. In fact, he was already where he needed to be most.

“Nakano…” Senko laid a hand on his shoulder, giving him a warm smile. "You've had an awful day. Why don't you go straight to sleep? You can even cuddle with me if you want."

He looked up at her with weary eyes and muttered "R-right. Sleep. Cuddle." It seemed his normal reservations had vanished in his current state.

"Mm!" With that, Senko turned around and stepped to the wardrobe closet. She wasn't worried about Nakano sleeping in his work clothes for tonight, but she still needed to change into her sleepwear.

Pulling her sleeves down her shoulders, Senko let her kimono fall to the floor, leaving her in just her socks and panties. These would be discarded as well, and Senko bent down to do just that. It didn't matter in the least that Nakano could easily see her; they took baths together, after all. 

The socks slipped off easily enough, but upon pulling her underwear down, the open air touching a certain part of her sent a signal to her bladder that the time to empty was near. Her holding muscles felt weaker, and one leg instinctively rubbed over the other.

Senko groaned at this unpleasant reminder of her need for a toilet. Again, her first thought was to make straight for the bathroom and rid herself of such a bothersome pressure, but that idea was immediately thrown out. Her reluctance to use the toilet around Nakano reared its ugly head again, but more than that, she couldn’t think about herself right now. He needed a good helping of fox-style pampering more than ever, and she was gonna give it to him if it killed her.

She sighed one more time before uncrossing her legs and returning to getting dressed. A short while later, and she was in her usual sleep attire of a pink robe and nothing else. Panties were fine for daytime wear, but when it came to sleep, Senko preferred as little fabric as possible, much like her other kitsune friends.

Turning around on bare feet, Senko approached the bed, noticing that Nakano had removed his pants and jacket, and also had a hand covering his eyes. Respectful as always, even if it wasn’t necessary. “Ready for bed?” she asked in a soft voice.

“Hmm?” Nakano removed his hand from his face. He only looked at Senko for a second before adjusting himself so that he was under the covers with enough room for her to join him.

Senko smiled as she pulled down the covers and climbed in. Snuggling right next to Nakano, she draped her tail between them, enveloping the two in its natural warmth.

“How do you feel? Better?” whispered Senko.

Nakano stared into her golden eyes for a moment, then nodded. She could already see his body starting to relax, just as she hoped. “I’m… sorry,” he finally responded.

“Hmm? For what?”

"I was forced to work late again, and I had to miss out on your plans for me." His gaze lowered to their legs, until Senko placed a hand on his cheek to bring it back up.

“You don’t have to worry about that,” she said, “I’m just happy that you still made it home safe and sound. Besides, you have the day off tomorrow, right?”

“Y-Yeah, I do.”

Senko giggled. “Then we have all day tomorrow to give you as much pampering as you want!” Her eyelids lowered. “Now, let’s go to sleep. You’ll feel so much better in the morning.”

At last, Nakano gave her a weary smile. “R-right. Thank you, Senko-san.”

“Mm!”

She watched as Nakano’s eyes slowly drifted shut, his head slightly turning into the mattress. Within minutes, he was peacefully breathing through his mouth, fast asleep. At that moment, Senko sighed and let her smile drop.

“Ugh, at least someone will sleep peacefully tonight,” she muttered to herself as she put a hand to her aching bladder. With Nakano asleep, it was practically begging her to get up and make for the toilet, but she had to wait. It was too risky; if Nakano woke as she climbed out of bed, she wouldn't have a good excuse for it. Even worse, if he didn’t wake up immediately, but instead while noises not meant to be heard by man were coming from the bathroom. She'd never be able to climb back in bed with him, and he needed all the care he could get right now.

A little bit longer, that's all she needed to wait, she told herself. Until then, she just had to not think about it. Senko closed her eyes and tried to think of more pleasant things, like how nice it was to be able to sleep next to another person. At least, someone who didn’t snore as much as Shiro did. Then again, Nakano didn’t have a tail he could drape over her to keep her warm like with the other foxes, but that’s what the blanket was for.

That was something else she had to wonder about: Little Yoko’s tail in the TV show. She knew it was only an anime, but was her tail just as fluffy as Senko’s? She doubted it; all she ever saw Little Yoko do was frolic around and get chased by Don Tanukiman. The poor girl probably never had time to properly groom her tail. She certainly didn’t have time for a potty break in that one episode.

Before Senko could stop it, that unfortunate scene played back through her mind. The helpless fox girl trapped by the cackling Don, hands buried between her legs, desperately fighting to delay the inevitable flood in the face of all that rushing water…

“Come on!” gloated the Don. “Now come on and let it all out! You know you want to, Senko!”

“Uyan!?” Senko looked around. Suddenly, she wasn’t just observing this incident anymore, but now stood where Little Yoko was, even dressed in the young girl’s outfit. She didn’t know what was happening, but was certain of one thing: she really needed the bathroom right now.

“N-No! I mustn’t!” She lifted a foot off the ground and placed a knee over the other, anything to keep it in for a few extra seconds. Unfortunately, she could feel it slipping away from her, how it would come out any moment now.

She squeezed her eyes shut, not wanting to face the Don and his maniacal photo-snapping. It was only when she felt the first little bit come out that they snapped back open. Only now, the Don and the water park were gone, and she was looking back into Nakano’s sleeping face.

“H-huh?” She blinked a couple times before realizing: A bad dream, that’s all it was, something to only leave her feeling a little gross over for a while before forgetting about it.

Until she noticed something else to feel gross about, that is.

She didn’t want to believe it, but the feeling on her leg and somewhere more sensitive couldn’t be denied: wetness. It was only a faint feeling, but frightening nonetheless. She had peed a little in her sleep, and with no underwear, there was nowhere for it to go but on her body and maybe even the mattress itself.

That she had even leaked at all was bad enough, but Senko could feel the rest of it pressing in her bladder, trying to force out more regardless of where she was, maybe even all of it. She needed to get to the bathroom right away, no more waiting.

But that’s when Senko noticed a different kind of warmth, that being the warmth of a hand across her arm. At some point in the night, Nakano had rested his arms across Senko and pulled her deeper into him. Any other time, she would have been more than happy that he was embracing her so, but not when she was about to soak the sheets. If she thought him listening to her peeing would be bad, she didn’t want to think about him waking up in a bed saturated with her urine.

But how could she get out of bed now that someone was holding her there? It wasn't an issue of strength, as Senko's demigod powers would break her out of any human grip with ease. Once again, the problem was getting out without waking him, and she didn't see any way she could manage that.

Like a fox in a cage, Senko was trapped in bed with no way out. Her heart fluttered as the panic set in, her bedwetting seeming inevitable now. Even with both hands and legs squeezing with every bit of strength she had, she knew she couldn't last the rest of the night. Not even wrapping her tail between her legs for an extra squeeze would save her, either.

Or would it? Her eyes opened and stared at her large, fluffy tail. Senko knew from her baths that it could absorb a lot of water. Could it actually…? No, her tail was special; she would never use it as some kind of diaper!

At least, not if she was in her right mind. Unfortunately, this was an emergency. If she was going to lose control in bed, it was better to be in something that wouldn’t leave an embarrassing stain and would hopefully mask the smell enough.

I can’t believe I’m about to do this…  Senko gulped as she slowly slid her tail off Nakano and pulled it towards her. She paused to put a hand on it, feeling that it was especially sensitive tonight, or at least she thought it was. This was not going to be pleasant in any way, so she needed at least a second to mentally prepare for the gross feelings that would come soon.

But nothing could have prepared for what happened next.

“Uyan!?” Suddenly, hands that weren’t her own grabbed her tail, making her yelp in surprise. The firm grip on such a sensitive part of her made the strength vanish from her body, a weakness among fox demigods that they never shared for good reason. 

“Fluffy… Fluffy…” A fast-asleep Nakano muttered this with a droopy smile as his fingers weaved through the hairs of her tail, burying themselves in a warm softness mankind had yet to replicate. Whatever dream he was having at that moment was at least a pleasant one.

But Senko had no time to think about that when she was being vigorously ravished. Every stroke and tickle of Nakano’s fingers sent all sorts of sensations through her entire body, many of which she was definitely not okay with right now. Within seconds, her breathing became labored and a bead of sweat formed on her brow. Her ears twitched and toes curled of their own accord. Muscles all over squeezed and relaxed in a quickening tempo, especially the ones still fighting to keep her urine bottled. Worst of all, she could feel something quickly building up inside her, getting dangerously close to being released all at once, and it wasn't her pee.

Still unaware of the havoc he was wreaking, Nakano only grew bolder with his strokes. Leaning in, he buried his face right where her tail was at its fluffiest, sending a jolt powerful enough to make another spurt of urine shoot out of her and onto the sheets.

"Aah… eeyah!" Senko couldn't take it anymore. Yanking her tail away, she scrambled out of bed, landing with one hand shoved underneath her robe and the other wrapped around her tail. Both hands squeezed as hard as possible, desperate to suppress the impending release for just a second or two longer.

Meanwhile, the sudden jerking and commotion brought Nakano out of his dream. "H-Huh? Senko-san?" He asked with bleary eyes and a groggy voice.

But Senko couldn't worry about him anymore, not with the precious few seconds she had left. On weak knees, she stumbled her way to the bathroom door, panting and begging her body to last until she could at least reach the toilet, or even the bathroom floor.

It didn’t. Right as her bare feet felt the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, Senko’s legs lost all strength, sliding out from under her as she attempted to reach for the door knob. Before she knew it, she was on the floor with her knees in front of her and feet splayed to the sides, her overly-sensitive tail draped over her lap. Whatever energy she had left was wholly devoted to holding everything in, but somewhere deep inside, she knew it was all over. With her entire body ready to blow, it would only take a single bit of stimulus to send her over the edge.

Who else would be the one to deliver that stimulus but Nakano? Having regained enough consciousness, he had watched Senko’s sudden run and fall. His mind filled only with concern, he jumped out of bed and ran to her, paying no attention to the faint wetness on the mattress.

“S-Senko-san!? What’s wrong?” he asked her, placing both hands on her shoulders.

There was a moment of silence as Senko inhaled from the impact. If anyone else were in the apartment, they would have sworn to feel a slight electrical impulse that makes one’s hair stand on end, like the calm before the storm. And then…

“Hiiiiiiyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!”

A long scream filled with emotions of all kinds rang through the apartment complex. Dogs howled in the distance. Just next door, one Yasuko Koenji was startled awake at her computer desk, having fallen asleep while working on her manga. She groaned while adjusting her glasses and muttered, "They're just as bad as honeymooners."

Her surprise was nothing compared to Nakano’s, now wide awake. He could only stare at the foxgirl going rigid as every muscle in her body squeezed its hardest, every nerve firing off, endorphins flooding her body, and her tail lifting straight up in a series of spasms. Even a man who had never dated - such as himself - could understand what was happening, and it put a big blush on his face.

That wasn’t all, either. Right as Senko peaked, a tidal wave of gold exploded out from underneath her robe, instantly forming a puddle. Obscene noises filled the apartment, from the strong hiss between her legs to the spraying as it struck the tile. Her knees were the first thing to be tainted by her pee, but within moments, the rest of her legs and feet were surrounded in a gross, wet, smelly warmth.

It was the most intense climax Senko had ever felt, but also one of the most short-lived. The next thing she knew, she was panting and slumping forward, her body having lost all its energy. Even her tail fell limp to the floor, quickly mingling with the urine and absorbing it into its core. The euphoria disappeared just as quickly, and now she felt sweaty, gross, and definitely embarrassed to have done such a thing right in front of Nakano. It only got worse when she became aware that she was peeing herself, with no hope of stopping it without even a modicum of strength left.

“Ah… Ahh…” Senko looked in disbelief at her massive pool of pee. A shiver ran down her spine, her ears drooping from the weight of the world on her. In 800 years of life, this was officially the grossest she had ever been. Not even the faint pleasure of finally getting to pee could make up for such a humiliating accident. “Oooohhh…”

Nakano had just as many conflicting emotions from watching Senko wet herself. The strongest, however, was of worry and pity. He had never seen her at such a low moment, and looking at her fluffy tail being defiled so broke his heart in a way he didn't think possible. His only desire in that moment was to comfort and protect. Kneeling down, he gently wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug.

"Huh?" Senko turned her head in his direction. It wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate the gesture, but she had other reasons to object. “Oh, p-please don’t! You’ll get it on you, too.”

“It’s fine,” he replied. “I just thought you could use this right now.”

Senko paused, having been taken aback by his stance. Even with the horrible stress he had built up, Nakano’s only concern was for her. She sighed and lowered her head, watching her puddle continue to grow around her. She was supposed to be the helpful one here, but she definitely didn’t feel that way.

“Senko-san, could I ask you something?” asked Nakano.

“Mmm…” she pondered for a moment. “What is it?”

“Did you… need to do this when I came home?”

She turned her head away. “Ugh, you’re not supposed to ask a lady about these things.”

“Please, forgive me.” He bowed his head. “If I had known about your problem, maybe I wouldn’t have been so, er, hands-on in my sleep.”

“Nakano, you have nothing to apologize for,” said Senko, shaking her head. “It’s my job to pamper you when you need it most. You’ll always come first to me.”

“But even so, you really shouldn’t push yourself so hard for me. If you really need the bathroom again, please take care of yourself first. I really don’t want to see you like this again.”

That makes two of us. Senko sighed. “I’ll try, but… it’s not easy for fox demigods to admit these things.” She looked back to her puddle, feeling the last of her pee finally leaving her. In all, it was a massive mess; she would certainly have to mop it up before she returned to bed.

But before that, it was time to get up from her pitiable posture. Nakano released his hug as she managed to stand up, him flipping the light switch to let her assess the full damage for herself. It wasn’t pretty, to say the least. Her legs, feet, and groin all glistened with her urine, and the back of her robe had a damp patch as well. Pulling her tail in front of her, she nearly cried at the amount of liquid it absorbed, the sure smell of pee emanating from it. It would take a lot of scrubbing before her tail was clean again in her eyes.

“You should take a bath before you go back to bed,” said Nakano as he stood back up. “Let me deal with the mess in here.”

“Uyan, I can’t make you do that,” sighed Senko. Her human could be so thick-headed sometimes. “It’s not fair to make you clean up my mess, after all.”

Nakano rubbed his head before an epiphany struck him. “Then how about I at least draw a bath for you? That way, it’ll be ready for you once you’re done here.”

It was too good of an offer for her to pass up, but Senko felt there was still one thing she needed to make sure of. She turned to him and said, “Okay, I’ll do that on one condition.”

“One condition?” he asked.

Senko gave him a foxy smile. “You have to join me in the bath, too! I can’t have you going back to bed with all that stress and tinkle on you.”

“Oh?” Nakano smiled. “Then if it will please you, I guess I’ll get ready for a bath too.”

“Mm!”

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(A/N: Oof, this one took a while for me to get out there, both from writer's block and going through some personal health-related issues at the time. Oh well, it's here now, and also ToS-friendly according to Maki himself. Enjoy the first half of a new story!)

 

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The Pressure to Pamper: One Enduring Day Part 1

The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder

With thanks to Sake for editing, and daveshuyi and Imouto Bouquet for ideas

 

"Once I have a picture of you having an accident, you'll be finished! Now come on and let it all out. You know you want to!"

Over the wily Don Tanukiman’s cackling, Little Yoko could only look around in desperation, her hands firmly at her groin and legs locked together from the knees up. The water park all around her proved just as devilish as the don, assaulting her senses with all kinds of rushing, trickling, gushing, and crashing water.

The poor kitsune girl was at her absolute limit, and she knew it. Even taking a single step without her bladder bursting wide open seemed impossible. She could feel the tears welling up, ready to run down her cheeks at the same time as the urine ran down her legs.

“Ah… I can’t…” Little Yoko closed her eyes and lowered her head a touch. “I’m g-gonna… make it!”

Suddenly, she threw an arm straight out, her hand wide open as if a magical instrument was about to poof into existence. Her remaining arm and legs put everything they had into keeping her dry for just a little longer.

“Bah, be as defiant as you want!” shouted Don Tanukiman, “We both know that it’s only a matter of time before you g-oof!”

The Don’s eyes bulged out of nowhere, sending his sunglasses flying. He fell forward with a thud, a large swollen bump appearing on the back of his head accompanied by the cracking sound of his camera breaking from the impact. Just above him was Little Yoko’s flying broomstick, sailing through the air on a beeline to her hand, no matter what or who it had to knock over to get there.

Grabbing it out of the air, Little Yoko mounted the broom and took to the skies, her destination being the closest public facilities. Her legs straddled the wooden base and her free hand stayed firmly pressed between them like her life depended on it. Her clothes certainly did.

In a matter of seconds, Little Yoko found a very promising bathroom just outside the water park, uncrowded and open. Soaring straight to it, she jumped off her broom and ran inside, knowing she had mere seconds left before it all came gushing out.

This being a TV show aimed for a younger audience, all that was shown next was the restroom exterior, with the camera slowly zooming out for a couple seconds. Then, it suddenly cut to a foot clad in a sandal and white sock stepping out. The camera panned upward, showing off clean, dry legs and skirt before stopping on Little Yoko's very happy, very relieved face.

"Aaaahhh, much better!" she declared, her voice significantly more relaxed. Another crisis averted, and with her none the worse off; she had every reason to be pleased with herself. 

Pulling her broom back, Little Yoko set off into the air. "Maybe now I can really have fun today! That water park actually looks like a lot of fun. Better go get my swimsuit! Wheeeeee!" she said before flying off. 

The camera irised in as she disappeared with a twinkle before opening back up to Don Tanukiman sitting on a bench, nursing his big bump with one hand while holding his broken camera in the other. "I just bought this, too,"  he complained just as the show closed off on his sad face.

The show came back on to its ending credits, complete with a catchy outro. Sitting at the floor table, Senko put her cup down and turned off the TV. "At least one of us was able to make it," she commented with a sigh.

She rose to her feet and walked to the balcony door, staring at the bedsheets hanging up to dry after a good wash. They weren’t all that dirty to begin with, but she had to make sure every last drop of her shameful waste was out of them, even if it was hardly anything in the first place.

It had already been a couple days since her accident, but it still clung to the back of her mind. Yes, Nakano forgave her, but she still had a bit of trouble forgiving herself. She was supposed to be the one taking care of him. How could she do that when he had to console her while she’s collapsed onto a puddle of her urine? Some helpful fox she was.

“Got a lot on your mind today?”

Senko’s ears twitched at the young voice with a thinly-veiled hint of cheekiness. She turned around to find Shiro, a younger kitsune girl that she had the sort-of-pleasure of knowing. She had her hands on her hips and quite the smirk on her face, not unlike a cat about to pounce on her prey. Senko could feel a slight shiver run down her spine; whatever was about to happen next, she knew it was not going to be pleasant.

“Or you are just making extra sure the bedsheets are clean?” she added with a giggle.

Still, Senko had to be the adult in this discussion. “Morning, Shiro,” she replied. “What brings you here today?”

“Oh, nothing much,” continued Shiro in her barely-hidden amusement. “Just wanted to hang out here today for a wee bit.”

Does she…? There was a faint twitch on Senko’s eye, but her face remained stoic otherwise. “Mmm, well Kuroto has already left for work, so it would just be you and me. I wasn’t planning on doing anything too special today, either.”

“I figured as much. You are the type of girl who likes to ‘piddle’ around.” Shiro’s lips curled upward just a tad.

She does. Senko sighed and lowered her head. “Go on, get it out of your system.”

“Pfft… bahahahahaha!” From there, Shiro’s weak facade immediately crumbled. She began by pointing and laughing, but then fell onto her back, her hands clutching her heaving belly while her feet kicked in the air from the biggest fit of laughter she had enjoyed in a good while.

“I should have seen this coming,” Senko spoke to herself.

“Ahah… ahahah…” Shiro sat up, rubbing a tear out of her eye as her piercing laugh subsided. “I still can’t believe it. The Great Senko peeing herself like a toddler! I really thought I was dreaming when Yozora showed that to me!”

“Y-Yozora!?” Senko’s pupils went white. Does the entire spirit world know about that now? It’s gonna be tough showing my face there for a while…

“But seriously, what was the deal with that? Too proud to say you have to tinkle to a human?"

"I…" Senko looked away, unsure of how she could even put this. The truth seemed just as good of a reply as anything. "It was just bad judgment on my part.  I put Kuroto's needs over my own for too long one night. It's really not a big deal." At least, she wished it wasn't.

“Really now? The caretaker of a human wets herself, and it's no big deal?" said Shiro, still smirking. "I'd say that's a sign, if you ask me."

"What are you getting at?"

Shiro put a hand up to her chin, a sign Senko knew all too well. “You’re getting up there in centuries, Senko, and you’re not exactly all-powerful like Yozora. Maybe by taking on the role of pampering Nakano, you might be biting off more than you can chew.”

She’s really gonna go there, huh? “I would hardly think a single mistake would mean I was incapable of taking care of Kuroto,” she said, crossing her arms.

“Maybe you think that way, but what if Yozora doesn’t? She might be thinking of replacing you as we speak.” Shiro placed a hand on her chest. “And if she just so happens to think I would be the best suitable replacement, then who would I be to refuse?”

Senko could feel something inside her snap. She knew Shiro could only be teasing her, but the mere thought of being pulled away from Nakano over a single mistake… Her cheeks grew warm and the hairs on her tail began to fray.

“Shiro, Nakano is my responsibility, and I will see my job through to the end.” she said with a noticeable firmness growing in her tone.

“But how can you do that if you can’t hold your pee-pee? I guarantee I would never have peed myself if I were in your place that night.”

"Would you, though? I was watching you the last time you played video games with Kuroto, you know."

"Yeah, I whooped him pretty good again. Almost didn't even have to read his mind!"

"You also kept bouncing your foot and had a strained look on your face the whole time. I was pretty certain I would have had to clean the floors a second time that day."

"Eh!?" Shiro lost her smug smirk and glanced away for a moment. “E-even so, I'm positive I still could have held it better than you!”

“You can say it as much as you want. There’s no real way you can prove it.”

Suddenly, Shiro’s face lit up, and her frown grew into a very mischievous grin. “Oh, I know exactly how I can prove it.”

Another chill went down Senko’s spine, but she couldn’t resist asking. “And how is that?”

Shiro dramatically flung her pointing finger at Senko. “Let’s have a holding contest, here and now!”

Senko stared agape. “A… holding contest? What on Earth are you talking about?”

“It’s easy! We drink a lot, then the first girl to pee loses. This way, we can see for sure who could have held it better!”

“Shiro, you can't be serious." Senko crossed her arms. "That's not the kind of competition ladies like us should be getting into."

"Why not? Nakano's not gonna be home until long after our contest is over. Nobody is gonna know about it."

You mean other than Yozora? thought Senko.

"Wait a minute." There was the smug look again. "Do you not want to compete because you know I'll win? Too afraid you'll be upstaged by the eager young junior with a bladder of steel?"

Senko turned her head away. "If you're trying to goad me into it, it's not going to work," she claimed, despite her rising blood pressure.

"Or are you just worried Nakano's gonna come home to you making another puddle on the floor? He definitely won't think very well of you. He might even have to put you in diapers!"

"Uyan!?" The mere thought of being forced into something so degrading left a gross feeling all over Senko.

“I’m just saying, if you wet yourself a second time in front of him, even I might look like a better pamperer, and-”

That does it! Whatever Shiro was pressing on inside Senko finally snapped. Senko looked her junior right in the eye with a newly-found fire. "Alright! If you're so insistent on proving yourself better, then you can have your chance."

"W-wait, really?" Shiro blinked. "I mean, a-ha! It's settled; a battle of bladders among the demigods! I hope you were planning on doing laundry today, because your underwear won't survive this!"

At least I have underwear to ruin, thought Senko, briefly glancing at Shiro's exposed thighs. "I don't know if I'll enjoy the win, but I don't plan on losing," she said as she walked to the kitchen.

“Heh, that makes two of us!” said Shiro following behind. “So what are we drinking? Maybe some of your special sake to really have some fun?”

Senko grabbed her tea kettle and filled it up. “It’s far too early in the day for alcohol. We’ll stick to green tea and water for this contest.”

“You’re no fun sometimes, you know that?” said a frowning Shiro. "Guess I'll just have to keep myself occupied some other way."

Meanwhile, Senko stared into the water inside the tea kettle, her reflection looking back. Was she really about to do something this improper? This couldn't be the face of a girl who would take part in a pee-holding contest. What would Nakano think if he ever got wind of this?

No, she couldn't think that way. This was about putting a mouthy junior back in her place, nothing more. Besides, she was certain she had the capacity to outlast Shiro. That girl had a tendency to use the bathroom whenever she first felt the call of nature… and announce it rather loudly, at that. The only time she didn't declare her need to pee was around certain humans like Nakano. Likely a pride thing, and Shiro was certainly full of that. A little humility might be good for the growing kitsune.

Putting her determined face back on, Senko closed the tea kettle and nodded to herself. For everyone's sake, she would win this contest.

 


 

"Oh come on, that's so unfair!"

Shiro huffed and threw her controller down, pouting at the TV screen. The computer fighter struck a victory pose while the words "You Lose!" taunted her in bold red text.

"They're obviously cheating. It’s the only way they could stand a chance against me!” said Shiro, looking over to Senko.

Sitting at the floor table, Senko did her best to hide her amusement. Not that she was any good at video games either, but she found it funny how humans and demigods alike could get worked up over these things.

Hearing no response, Shiro huffed and picked her controller back up. "Well, it can't keep it up forever. I'll beat them yet, you'll see!"

Had Shiro not said something similar about a dozen tries ago, Senko might have believed her. Regardless, she had no doubt her junior would keep at it for as long as it took to win. The girl had quite the stubborn streak when it came to competitions.

If only Senko had realized that a bit sooner, she lamented. Looking down at the empty cup of tea, Senko subtly squeezed her legs together. How long had it been since they officially began this contest? At least a few hours, it was now the early afternoon. This combined with the cups of tea they drank every hour added up to one undeniable truth.

Senko wanted to use the bathroom. Really wanted to. It was amazing how quickly tea went through a demigod’s body. Already, it was getting difficult to distract herself from the growing pain in her groin. It was always there, no matter what household chore she tried to engross herself in.

While Senko had kept her tail busy with cleaning, Shiro remained firmly on her rear playing Great Fluff Fighters Special. Senko had her eye on her whenever she could, to remind herself she wasn't the only one suffering from a call for nature.

Shiro had been trying to hide it, Senko had to give her that much. She hadn’t complained once about needing to pee, but it was the little things that gave it away. A twitch in her foot, an occasional squeeze of her crossed legs, and her white tail curled around her midsection to try and obscure it all. There was no denying it; Shiro was just as desperate for the bathroom as Senko was, no funny games here.

A chime went off on an hourly timer. “Oh, it’s already that time again?” asked Senko.

Shiro groaned and paused her game. “Alright, I could use a quick break anyway.”

The girls gathered at the floor table, with Senko pouring out two cups of green tea. They each took a cup into their hands, looking into the liquid before lifting it to their lips. In perfect sync, Senko and Shiro gulped down the soothing tea, neither one stopping until their cups were empty.

Two sighs were let out as they set their cups back down, the tea warming their bellies yet again. As much as Senko liked green tea, it worked best when enjoyed as just one cup paired with a nice meal. Pouring it down her gullet every hour wasn't that enjoyable, especially knowing it would quickly make its way to her cramped bladder.

"It's a good thing your tea is so delicious," said Shiro, "I still think this would be way more fun with your sake stash instead, though."

Senko shook her head. "Maybe, but I definitely can't have Kuroto come home to two intoxicated kitsunes. How could I properly pamper him in such a state?"

"Are you kidding? He's probably gonna be working real late again. Alcohol doesn't stick as long for us as it does humans. We'd be sober and bushy-tailed by the time he stumbles through the door." Shiro's eyes lowered. "Plus, our contest would be over quicker, I'd bet."

"Hmm?" Senko raised an eyebrow. "Why would you want this over sooner? Is it getting bad for you?"

"Eh!?" Shiro suddenly sat upright and put on a cocky grin. "What are you talking about? I barely even feel it right now! I'm more worried about you. Just making sure you have enough time to clean up the puddle you'll make before too long."

"Thank you for the concern, but I won't allow any more puddles to happen on these floors, no matter who it's from."

"So you admit you're gonna give up and run to the toilet at some point?"

Someone's getting ahead of herself again. "We'll both be using the toilet, regardless of this contest’s outcome.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m not planning on soaking the floor while you have a nice squat over the potty. I’ll be emptying my bladder in triumph right after you.” A growl from nearby wiped Shiro’s smug smirk from her face, making her clutch her stomach. “Ugh, speaking of empty, I really need something to eat with all this tea.”

Senko looked down to her own belly. Now that Shiro had brought it up, they had yet to have a proper lunch. Cooking and eating would probably make for a good distraction as well, if only for a little while. “Sounds like I had better whip up some fried tofu for us," she said.

"Awesome!" Shiro perked right up. "Your cooking will make this a lot more fun!"

Senko stood up, slowly and carefully so as not to disturb her bladder. Shiro, on the other hand, jumped straight to her feet, only to wince and stiffen up right afterwards. It was only for an instant, but long enough for Senko to notice. With any luck, this contest would be over sooner than she could hope for.

They stepped into the kitchen area, each girl thinking about filling their stomachs to the same extent as their bladders.

“Huh?”

Both girls’ ears twitched at the sound of a key turning a lock. Someone was opening the front door, way before Nakano should be coming home. Immediately, all thoughts of food and pee disappeared as Senko and Shiro watched the knob turn and door swing open.

"Senko-san, I'm home!" In stepped Nakano with a smile. "Oh, Shiro-san? You're here too?"

"K-Kuroto! Welcome home!" Senko replied, her voice holding equal amounts of happiness and confusion.

Shiro looked to Senko. "Wait, what's he doing here? He’s not supposed to be home this early!"

"Right, about that." Nakano rubbed his head. "We were working as usual when the power went out. I'm not sure exactly how, but the whole block was out of power. Anyway, we can't get any work done without electricity, so they sent everyone home for the day."

"That's… great news!" Senko forced a smile as Nakano walked past them, removing his jacket and setting down his suitcase. "Now you have the whole afternoon to relax."

"Y-yeah, relax. At home. With us in the same room," said Shiro flatly.

Senko followed behind, her heart and bladder throbbing in equal measure. “S-so, what should we do now that you’re home early? I know plenty of ways to help you wind down.”

“Well, about that,” said Nakano, “As I was walking home, I noticed how good the sunshine felt today. I was hoping I could maybe get outside for a little bit.”

“Mm, you don’t get many chances to enjoy the afternoon.” Senko put a hand to her chin, then her face lit up. "Oh! there's a park not far from here. We could have a nice picnic under the sun!"

Nakano offered a smile. "That sounds lovely, but are you sure you can put a whole picnic together so quickly?"

"Of course!" Senko put her hands on her hips and pouted. "You don't think I can handle something like that?"

“Er, no, I didn’t mean it that way!” said Nakano, putting his hands up.

Senko’s pout changed to a smile. “Mm! Now why don't you go freshen up while I get our picnic all together?"

"That sounds like a plan." Nakano returned the smile before heading into the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Senko dropped her smile and walked to the kitchen. She had to come up with something to quickly throw together for a picnic, yet still be up to her high standards. Not that it would be a challenge normally, but thinking on a strong urge to pee was not easy, even for a demigod. 

But nevermind the picnic. Once again, Senko was in the predicament of needing to relieve herself while Nakano was around, and so soon after her accident.  It seemed like they had only just had that conversation about her being more open with her needs, and yet she was already betraying that. Just him being around was making her think twice about this entire contest. Maybe it would be for the best if...

“Hmph, I know what you’re thinking.”

“Uyan!?” Shiro was practically in Senko’s ear with her hand in her face, making the elder girl jump back.

“You’re probably thinking Nakano coming home early means you have an easy excuse to call this contest off, aren’t you?” said Shiro.

How is she so perceptive on such a full bladder? thought Senko.

“W-well, it’s not going to work! This contest isn't ending until one of us pees!” Shiro said with a strange amount of force and slight blush on her cheeks.

To this, Senko frowned. "Shiro, you can't seriously believe we can keep this up around Kuroto. This contest is embarrassing enough as it is."

"Then there's only way one out, and you know what it is." Shiro glanced to the bathroom door with a knowing smile.

Senko found her eyes drifting to the water closet as well. This would be her only chance to get out of this contest, with zero chance of this ending in an accident for her. Her bladder definitely wanted her to take it; she felt its subtle squeezes to make her rush in as soon as Nakano stepped out. How good it would feel to have that pressure gone from her body and mind… then she could devote her whole heart to making this picnic the best it could be.

But all it took was one look at Shiro to know that it wouldn't be worth it. She could practically hear what Shiro wanted to say with that devious smile: "Give up now, so I can lord this over you forever. Every time we’re together with Nakano, you’ll know that you might not be the best person to take care of him.” Could she really look him in the eyes if she gave up now?

Senko looked away from the toilet door despite her body's protests and smiled. "Thank you for the offer, but I must decline. I am in this contest to the very end, no matter what that end may be.”

For a moment, Shiro’s face twitched as though she were pained to hear that. However, it was just as quickly replaced with an upward head turn and a huff. “Suit yourself. It’s… just gonna be a long walk back home in wet clothes, is all.”

Is she talking more about me or her? thought Senko. She supposed it didn’t matter, for there were far more pressing issues to focus on. Their contest was about to get a lot more complicated, and possibly even more embarrassing. Even if she won and still made it to a toilet, Senko wasn’t sure if she would look back on this day in pride, let alone openly share it with others.

Still, she could not and would not give in now. This would be one of her biggest tests ever as a caregiving fox spirit, and she would give no less than her very best to surpass it. Turning to the kitchen, Senko got started on putting together the meal for their picnic. If nothing else, she would make certain they would have a scrumptious lunch to go with the endurance trial that would be the rest of this contest.

 

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(A/N: At long last, the second half is finally done!)

 

 

The Pressure to Pamper: One Enduring Day Part 2

The Helpful Fox Senko-san fanfiction by MasterXploder

With thanks to Sake and the NoMaKo developer for editing

 

 

A sunny day with warm weather. A pleasant breeze gently cooling the hairs of her tail. Good food and a warm picnic cloth to sit on. Last but not least, special magic wards set up around the park so nobody would see or disturb the two fox girls out in broad daylight.

By all accounts, it should have been the perfect recipe for an ideal afternoon at the park. Unfortunately for Senko, even the best days can’t be enjoyed when you’re too busy trying not to pee yourself.

Sitting atop her legs on the picnic cloth with her knees in front, Senko kept her eyes on Nakano as he sipped from a cup of tea. There was a good reason why her hands were hidden underneath the tail curled around her torso.

"Ah…" Nakano sighed as the cup left his lips. "You always make such good tea, Senko-san." He looked over to her with a smile.

"I'm… glad to hear you like it!" Senko smiled in return. She prayed there was not a trace of tension on her face, for there was certainly a lot of it down below.

“Yeah, Senko does make the best tea in the spirit world,” Shiro said, also seated with her hands beneath her white tail. “You know, I feel that the girl who makes the tea should be the one who enjoys the most of it." She leaned in with a coy grin. "So how about you help yourself to the last cup?"

"Er…" Senko looked away, her face twitching. She and Shiro had been keeping up with drinking tea even out here with Nakano. At this point, she had enough to make her not want any tea for at least a week, her bladder proving a constant and painful reminder of such.

"Hmm? That's… strangely nice of you, Shiro-san," said Nakano.

"Hey, I can be courteous and caring and all that stuff, too!" Shiro crossed her arms and huffed. A second later, her eyes opened and hands went back under her tail.

"...R-regardless, the one who makes tea for others should never take most of it for themselves. It's very inconsiderate," said Senko. "You should have the last cup, Shiro. You are our guest for today, after all."

"No!" Shiro yelled, only to look away rather sheepishly. "I mean, I'm good. Fried tofu and sweet rice balls always fill me up like crazy."

Senko frowned. As far as lies went, that had to be the most obvious one Shiro had told yet.

"Hmm… well, I have an idea." Nakano grabbed the pitcher and poured it into his cup, helping himself to what remained of the tea.

Senko wanted to smile in the little relief this brought her, but then saw Shiro looking rather worriedly at Nakano. 

"Hmm?"

Nakano stopped drinking, his face going blank.

"Kuroto? What's wrong?" asked Senko. What has Shiro done now?

"Er, it's a bit embarrassing, but…" He looked away with an awkward smile while his free hand moved to between his crossed legs. "Is there a restroom nearby? It just hit me all of a sudden."

"Restroom?" Perhaps out of sympathy, Senko felt another wave of pressure from her bladder, forcing her to suppress a wince. "Um, not to worry! I remember we passed one on the way here. I'll take you right there!"

She stood up, gritting her teeth from the sudden shift in pressure causing her more pain, and took Nakano's hand. "Come on, this way!"

"I… better come, too," said Shiro, only barely hiding her own pain as she got to her feet. "Just to… make sure he makes it to the bathroom and such."

And that I don't use it. Senko guessed that's what Shiro wanted to say. Then again, maybe she was going to call it quits and use the toilet herself. Wishful thinking, maybe, but the sooner the contest was over, the better.

No matter what, Nakano came first. Senko pulled him along, quickly but not so much that it would upset his bladder too much. That, and she couldn't walk that fast without upsetting her own. It was tough to walk without her own legs wanting to squeeze together. She wouldn't dare try that with him in plain sight, but it remained oh-so-tempting of an idea for the whole walk.

As Senko promised, they reached the park’s facilities within a minute. Upon reaching the divide between the men’s and women’s rooms, Nakano broke free of her grasp and rushed inside, muttering only a quick “Thank you, Senko-san!” along the way.

"Be sure to clean up after yourself!" she yelled before he disappeared around the walls.

Now free from his sight, Senko rubbed a knee over her other leg, a mere moment of reprieve she would gladly take.

"Pfft, I knew humans had small bladders, but I didn't think they were that small," remarked Shiro. "How do they get anything done if they're running to the toilet all the time?"

"Shiro…" Senko turned around to face her. "Kuroto is not the kind of person to wait until the last minute to use the bathroom. His need completely caught him off guard."

"Yeah, so what?"

Senko's eyes narrowed. "I saw the look you gave him when he reached for the last cup of tea. You weren't just disappointed that I didn't drink it, were you?"

"W-what do you mean? You think I had something to do with it? I… I don't have control over that!" Her eyes darted back and forth.

It only took a couple seconds of being under Senko's disapproving, unamused gaze for Shiro to cross her arms and groan. "Ugh, fine, I confess. I might have gotten impatient and wanted to get this contest over with, so I…”

“You what?”

“While you were making tofu and stuff, I grabbed some of that powder from the spirit world that makes you have to pee, and sprinkled some of it in the tea pitcher.”

“U-uyan!?” Senko was beginning to worry her face was going to be stuck in a permanent shocked expression if these surprises kept up. “Shiro, how could you be so irresponsible? No wonder Kuroto had to go all of a sudden!" Not to mention she tried to cheat!

"Hey, I made sure it wasn't poisonous to humans or anything like that. Plus, I had to drink it, too. It was all in the same pitcher." Shiro punctuated by crossing her legs and squeezing her fists. "This stuff works like crazy, gotta admit."

Seeing her rival in a desperate state was a little comforting. If only she hadn't just been told she'd been drinking diuretic-laced tea this whole time. That bit of knowledge was enough to shake her resolve a good bit. Her bloated bladder was only going to become more so, and much faster than ever.

In her moment of weakness, Senko found her eyes drifting over to the doorway leading into the ladies' room. Within seconds, she could be in there putting this problem behind her, or rather underneath her into a toilet, and very forcefully at that.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

Senko gasped and turned to Shiro. In hindsight, she probably should have expected this.

"It's right there," she continued, motioning to the ladies room. "All you have to do is plant yourself on one of the seats inside, and your troubles will be all over. You know you want to!”

As much as she didn't want to admit, Senko didn't know if she could refuse Shiro's offer a second time. Her muscles ached so much, practically begging her to let go and relieve herself of all that pain, pressure, and pee. She already was imagining herself running in there, getting into position, and-

"Eep!" 

Shiro's squeak ended her vision before it could go too far. Senko looked over and found that her junior had suddenly gone rigid, her cheeks turning a light red with her hands firmly at the sides of her closed legs.

Once again, a spark of hope lit up in Senko's mind. Was Shiro about to make herself lose? There wasn't any urine on the ground or outside her clothes, but it was unlikely that she hadn't let out a little bit just now. Maybe she just needed a little extra push in the right direction.

"Shiro, please." Senko lifted a hand in concern. "You really shouldn't hold it in any longer. Go ahead and-"

"No!" Shiro interrupted, putting on her biggest determined face yet. "I… I'm not doing anything until you go first!"

"Go where?"

"Uyan!?" Senko and Shiro stood upright with blank faces at Nakano. Even fox spirits could be startled by humans when distracted by a full bladder.

"Um, uh…" The girls' eyes darted about. "Go… back home!" Shiro declared in a forced grin.

"You… want to go back home?" asked Nakano.

"Um, Shiro was just talking about wanting to play video games with you. She's been practicing all day," said Senko. 

"Really? I don't think you'd have to practice to beat me. You're already way better than I am."

"Yeah, what are you talking abou-" Shiro gasped, then immediately put on a cocky grin. "I mean, I need to remind you humans who the real gaming masters are, lest you forget!"

"Er…" Nakano rubbed the back of his head. "Alright, we can head home now if that's what you want."

"Mm! Then we better pack up our picnic and be on our way," said Senko. She smiled, but was disappointed on the inside. Bursting bladder aside, it was a pretty pleasant time. She'd have to arrange another picnic someday, preferably without any distracting contests to worry about.

Thus, all three departed from the restrooms with only one emptied bladder among them. Senko and Shiro may have been all smiles as they walked with Nakano, but they were anything but happy on the inside. The contest, and resulting agony and stress, would continue on for a while yet, and all they could do was hope the other girl would give out first.

 


 

“Mmm… Nngh… Uyan...”

These were the kinds of noises Senko and Shiro made to themselves as they walked behind Nakano. With every step and sway of their hips, their bursting bladders let off another pulse of pain, a constant reminder that release would be happening soon whether they liked it or not.

Senko knew she was approaching her very limits. This pressure felt very much like it did on that night, shortly before she jumped up to run to the bathroom and disaster struck. They weren’t even halfway back to the apartment when Senko decided she had had enough. The toilet would be her first destination whether she won this contest or not.

Speaking of, she looked at Shiro, who grit her teeth and clenched her fists as she walked with a very stilted gait. Senko wasn't sure exactly how this girl was able to hold so much in that small frame of hers, but the fact that she had managed to last so long was an accomplishment in itself. Shiro deserved to win this contest, even if she would gloat about it for the next century or so.

At least it would be over soon, either way. As they all rounded the block, Nakano's apartment finally appeared before them. With relief in sight, Senko felt a powerful urge to break into a sprint to the toilet, held back only by her dwindling self-restraint. At her side, she could have sworn Shiro muttered something under her breath. Senko didn't know if it was all that important now; her mind was only focused on one thing.

The short walk to the stairs felt like a mile, every step being agony on her overtaxed groin muscles. Slowly but surely, however, they were getting closer. She just had to keep her focus on the back of Nakano's head as he walked forward, leading the way to the stairs, where he would head up, unlock the front door, and then…

Why was he stopping in front of the steps?

"Er, Kuroto?" asked Senko, trying her hardest to not sound pained. "Is something the matter?"

"Hey, we didn't say you could stop moving!" said Shiro.

Nakano paused to take a breath before turning to face them. "Before we head up, could I ask what's been going on with you two?"

"Eep!” Both Senko and Shiro’s faces lit up in panic for just a moment. “W-what do you mean?" asked Senko.

"You've both been acting off ever since I came home early. I thought maybe I was imagining things, but even at the park, your behavior was… not normal."

"Y-you're just imagining things," said Shiro. "Trying to stall me from beating you at video games again. Now move it!"

"I just want to know if everything is okay. I didn't interrupt something important between you, did I?"

"N-no!" blurted Senko. "Not at all. The truth is… um, well…" In a rare moment, Senko had not thought out anything before she spoke. She couldn’t tell him the truth, but despised lying to him as well; even if she didn’t, there was little chance she could think up a convincing fib so quickly and with such a distracted mind. Seconds passed like hours in the ensuing awkward silence, with Senko internally begging for anything to change and get them out of there.

It was a wish she would regret making.

"Gah!"

"Uyan!"

It was like a switch suddenly flipped on both Senko and Shiro. Their facades broke in an instant as a spurt dribbled from between both sets of legs, hitting the pavement at their feet. Their hands crammed into their groins and tails stuck straight up and frayed out like startled cats.

"G-girls!? What's going on?" asked an incredulous Nakano.

"Aah, I can’t! It’s c-coming now!” Shiro whined.

“T-toilet!” said Senko.

At once, both girls rushed past Nakano, leaving him in confusion as they climbed the stairs as fast as they could. The contest didn't matter a single bit to either kitsune anymore. All they knew was they were moments from peeing and needed to get to the bathroom post-haste.

Climbing the last flight of stairs, Senko and Shiro bolted for the door to Nakano's apartment. Only now did they realize that he was the one with the key to let them in, but they simply didn't have time to wait. A more magical approach would have to do.

Not even breaking stride, Senko and Shiro ran at full speed towards the locked door. Rather than smack right into it, they passed straight through with a glow of light, the portals closing behind them just as their tails pulled through.

Nakano's dark and quiet front room greeted both of them. The bathroom door was just a few meters away. With true relief only a little further, neither of them wasted any time in taking a step forward.

"Aah!" It seemed the strain of utilizing magic proved a little too much for their bladders. Another dribble escaped from them, going into Senko's undergarments and onto Shiro's leg. Worse still, it wouldn’t stop for either of them, continuing to slowly leak out. It was coming whether they liked it or not, and all they could control was where it happened.

Senko was the first to rush forward, slipping out of her sandals with ease. Shiro followed just behind, leaving a faint trail of piddle as she ran. Despite the pain and extra spurt into her undergarments, Senko lifted a hand from her groin and pulled the toilet door open, throwing herself inside.

"W-wait, Senko!" She saw Shiro's beet-red and desperate face mere inches from her before slamming the door shut.

"Sorry, one at a time!" Senko yelled.

"No, you can't!" Shiro pounded on the door, feeling the hand in her crotch growing wetter by the second. "Senkooooo, please! I can't… I, I'm gonna…"

She never finished the sentence. Instead, her voice petered into a squeak, for that was the exact moment that what little hold she had left finally gave out.

Without any undergarments, there was nothing to absorb any of the tidal wave of gold that burst forth. A loud hiss immediately formed as her skirt and hand became drenched with warm, staining urine. Streams and drops fell from everywhere they could, running down her legs clenched from the knees up, and then raining onto the floor with a thunderous volume. Her purple thigh-high socks grew dark from several streaks of pee running all the way to her feet. A large puddle quickly formed on the tile underneath her, ensuring the bottoms of her feet were thoroughly soaked.

Despite the gross warmth, strong smell, and distinct sounds all over her lower half, Shiro could not believe what was happening at first. A demigod fox peeing herself? Impossible! Even with all her close calls before, the last time she had an accident was centuries ago as a little kid. But she wasn't a kid anymore, she was the Great Shiro! How could this plan of hers ever go so wrong?

But, as her bladder continued to empty and tarnish everything below the belt, Shiro felt the weight of her failure sap away the strength in her legs. Her hand slid down the door as she slowly collapsed onto her knees, the fronts of her socks becoming saturated in the puddle. Even worse, her tail drooped to the floor, where it proceeded to absorb some of the puddle into its white fur. Her vision became blurred with tears forming in the corners of her eyes. 

She would remain here for the rest of her accident, panting and whimpering while her hand firmly remained on her groin, as though there was any chance she could regain control of herself. "Ha… ah… ooohhhhh…."

On the other side of the door, Senko felt her hold slipping away further, the urine now seeping through her panties and falling onto the floor. She was out of time, and turning her head to look at the squat toilet, the promise of relief only made her leak widen that much more.

With all the strength she could muster, Senko waddled over to the heavenly waters, every step feeling like wet agony as she had to push herself to keep it in for just that little bit longer. By the time she reached the last step before the toilet, she could feel a drop running down the side of each leg, giving her more reason than ever to whimper and worry.

Even with pee dribbling out of her, Senko paused for just a moment at the toilet, gathering up the last of her energy for the proper maneuver she needed to execute. At the same time, she set her left foot to the side of the toilet, then the right, so she stood directly over the bowl.

Her next step was to quickly lift her dress and grab at her underwear, bringing them down as she squatted in one fluid motion. She pulled her hands away from her groin, the front of her skirt having a faint wet spot, and reached for the sides to do just that.

"Eh!?"

Perhaps it was the result of holding on for far too long, or the stress of the last few days, or simply knowing it wouldn't have mattered all that much. No matter the reason, the moment Senko was over the toilet, her body seemingly felt this was good enough. The strength in her legs fell away to the bare minimum, just enough to keep her standing, but not enough to lower into a squat. Her arms locked in place as well, keeping her long skirt somewhat lifted and pulled to the sides.

At the same time, what little hold her groin was still managing finally gave out, Senko's long-awaited pee began in earnest.

The little dribble that had been leaking out of her panties bloomed into a strong and chaotic spray, golden water all but flying out in every downward direction possible. An impressive splatter of drops and streams crashed into the waters below, replacing the transparent blue with murky yellow within seconds. A cacophony of splashing and hissing hit her ears, nearly drowning out her own panting.

Alas, the bowl was not the only thing to be graced by the divine waters of a demigod. For as much pee was going into the water, just as much splattered against the sides, forming small puddles on each end. This included the rivulets running down Senko's legs, coating bare skin with a pungent warmth that especially offended her honed sense of smell. Her white socks became damp and stained, clinging to the bottoms of her feet as they pooled around. Even her skirt, lifted and pulled away, was not fully spared from wayward drops.

Looking down and watching it all from above, Senko couldn’t escape it; this “barely made it” pee of hers was just as much of an accident. Despite her very best, she was still defiling herself and the floor beneath her, the gross sensations of her unfortunate night back in full force. That some of it happened to hit its target offered only a slight amount of comfort. The sole silver lining she could really see was that Nakano was not here to witness it this time. This moment of shame was happening in private, at least for the time being.

Senko lowered her head and closed her eyes, letting out a moan expressing equal amounts of relief and disgrace. That awful pressure was finally leaving her, but not in a way that was even slightly acceptable for her. Once again, she was gonna have to clean up an embarrassing liquid, and she had no one to blame but herself. Well, maybe Shiro was a little at fault, but Senko was still the one who had agreed to this ridiculous idea. In a way, this was exactly the punishment she deserved for taking part in such a crude, undignified contest.

Her eyes did not open again until she felt the last of her pee being pushed out, the spray below dying away like a faucet being turned off. The bathroom became quiet, with only the sounds of the occasional drop falling into the bowl and Senko’s labored breath breaking the silence. It was hard to judge, but if Senko had to guess, this pee would have dwarfed her other accident had it all been on the floor.

But that was hardly important. All Senko knew was she felt gross, humiliated, exhausted, and ashamed, wanting to run and hide away forever. She couldn't do that, though; she was a pampering fox, and would complete her duties no matter how awful she felt. 

First, she would have to clean herself, just enough to track as little pee as possible. Senko pulled off her socks and panties, shook her skirt loose of any drops, and wiped her legs and crotch as dry as she could. She was still far from presentable, especially now that she was going commando, but it would do until she got this mess cleaned up. At least my tail didn't get wet this time…

Something else got wet, though: her bare foot, as it stepped on the tile just before the door. A shiver went from her foot up her spine, but it wasn't until she looked down that the shock really hit.

Below her was a puddle of yellow, pooling in from under the door. Suddenly, Senko remembered the other girl bursting for the bathroom. She pulled the door open, knowing what to expect, but being horrified all the same.

There was Shiro, kneeling in a massive puddle of her own making and looking as though she could cry at the drop of a hat. If Senko needed more reason to feel bad about today, looking into her junior’s broken eyes would accomplish just that.

It only got worse. The sound of a door opening pulled her attention again. There was Nakano, looking as confused as ever, even more so when his eyes drifted to the fox sitting in her pee that practically touched both opposing walls, such was its spread.

Senko could only look like a kid being caught by their parents after making a big mess. She hadn't thought at all about how she was going to explain this to him. It was hard to even think straight with the smell and cling of waste on her. She needed more time, if only for the shock to settle.

"K-Kuroto," she said with a shaky voice.

"Senko-san, what happened here?" He asked, walking up to them.

"Wait." She held up a hand, bringing him to a stop. "I promise I will explain everything, but I need to get everything cleaned up first."

Nakano looked between the two girls, seeing not just Shiro's obvious mess, but Senko's lack of socks and wet patch on her skirt, along with the shame in her eyes. He nodded and said, "Okay. Do what you need to. I'll be out here if you need me."

Still so understanding, even when faced with a big mess. There was a reason why Senko chose to look after him. "Thank you," she said and bowed, then turned and gently grabbed Shiro by the shoulders. "Come on, you should head straight to the bath. I'll join you once I've mopped up our messes."

"S-so wet. So gross…" Shiro mumbled as she was pulled up to her shaky legs. It was only now that she noticed her tail feeling a bit heavier and leaving a trail of drips behind her on the way to the bath. There would be a lot of scrubbing to make sure her white tail remained that way.

Meanwhile, Senko tried her best to stay strong, even when she only wanted to break down like her friend. Save it for the bath, she told herself. She would need this time to get clean and think of how she would find the courage to explain this to Nakano.

 


 

“A… holding contest?”

Nakano looked rather bewildered at the two foxgirls kneeling on the floor before him. Now that both cleanup and bathtime were over, Senko was dressed in her sleep robe while Shiro only had a towel wrapped around her torso for modesty. Neither girl looked him in the eyes.

“I still like to think I won it… somehow,” said Shiro.

“I think we’re way past the point of that mattering,” said Senko in a deflated tone.

“I admit I don’t understand the first thing about the nature of demigods, but I’m still at a loss here,” said Nakano. “What exactly led to this? This isn’t a game that spirits normally play, is it?”

“Kuroto, do you really take me for that kind of girl?” A crushed Senko slouched in shame, feeling a large weight dragging her down.

Nakano blushed at his words. "Er, let me try that again. Did this have anything to do with your, uh, incident a few nights ago?"

“You know, you should be thanking me,” said Shiro. “Senko was still hung up about her accident, so I wanted to show her that she could still be a good housekeeper and stuff!"

"Really?" He looked to Senko, who had been giving Shiro her version of the stink eye. "Is this true?"

"Uyan…" Senko's ears dropped. "It's true. The first part, at least. I was worried you might have thought less of me after what happened, and then I let Shiro talk me into this contest. I knew it wasn't a good idea, but…" she glanced away.

"Senko-san…"

"I had to prove it to myself." She looked him in the eyes. "Prove that my accident didn't mean I was unworthy of being a caretaker… of being your caretaker. Instead, I just made another mess to clean up. Some helpful fox I am, aren't I?"

Senko lowered her head, unworthy to look at him any further. Her fate was in his hands now, and she would accept whatever his judgment would be.

"Hmm… it's true that this makes your second mishap in only a few days' time," said Nakano, rubbing his chin. "And the same incident, no less. If this was a maid service, you would certainly be up for a long review, perhaps even a cut to your salary.”

"Wait, humans pay to be served?" asked Shiro, "Jazzko never brought that up with me. I could've made a fortune by now!"

What would you do with money in the first place? Senko thought.

"But…" Nakano knelt down to their eye level. "Senko-san, this isn't like a job. You don't have to worry about losing your position or anything like that. You've been wonderful to me ever since you showed up. I wouldn't dream of replacing someone as caring and hard-working as you, especially not for a little mistake like this."

"K-Kuroto…"

"Please promise me that you won't do another stunt like this just to prove something. You have nothing to prove to yourself, or to me."

Some days, Senko wondered if she truly deserved someone like Nakano. She slowly looked back at him, a faint smile forming on her lips. “Mm, I promise. No more silliness with my bladder anymore.”

Nakano returned her smile. “I’m happy to hear that. Do you feel a little better now?”

“A little bit, but…” Senko frowned. “It doesn’t feel right somehow.”

“What do you mean?”

“I know it’s not a proper job, but I don’t think I should be let off so easily for making the same mistake twice.”

“Wait, so you’re… asking to be punished?” said Nakano.

Senko bowed and said, “I will accept whatever punishment you deem fit for Shiro and me.”

“Wait, me too!?” Shiro balked, ready to voice her objection more until a stern look from Senko convinced her otherwise. “Ugh, fine. I guess I deserve it.”

“Hmm…” Nakano stood up, placing a hand to his chin. For a moment, Senko wondered if he would actually punish them for anything. He wasn’t the kind of person who would hurt a fly.

"Alright, I've decided!"

Senko and Shiro looked up with worry. "Y-you have?" asked Senko.

"This ought to be fun," groaned Shiro.

"For your punishment tonight…" Nakano paused for dramatic effect, then raised his hands as though he was about to grab something. A wry smile formed that made goosebumps grow on each girl. "Extra fluffy-fluffy time!" he declared with childish glee.

"Uyan!?"

"W-whaaaaaat!?"

The perfectly-kept tails of Senko and Shiro flared up as horrified stares came over them.

"I need to make sure your tails are properly clean and dry. Now then, should we sit here or on the bed?"

"No!" Shiro jumped up and before Nakano could move an inch, mouth agape in panic. "I'll never let a human touch my tail!"

Nakano dropped his smile and hands. "Shiro, I-"

"Stay away from me, you creep!" Shiro leapt back again, making both Nakano and Senko gasp, but for a very different reason.

As Shiro didn't wear towels often, the knot she tied was a bit too loose to handle sudden movements. It slipped and fell to the ground, leaving the fox girl in all her natural glory in the living room. Both Senko and Nakano felt a red heat growing on their faces, having been exposed to a view neither were prepared for.

It only took Shiro a second to notice how drafty she suddenly felt. Glancing down, her face burned bright to match the other two’s blushes. There was a fine line between exposing herself willingly and accidentally giving a human a view they weren’t worthy of.

“Eeeeyaaaaahhhhh!” Shiro immediately turned and bolted towards the wall behind the bed. Nakano and Senko were treated to a second of bare kitsune bottom before she vanished through the wall in a flash of light, not to be seen again for the rest of the day.

The room fell quiet for a few seconds before anyone spoke. “I… was joking about the tail-petting,” said Nakano.

"That was mean, you know," said Senko. Even if she might have brought it on herself today.

"Mmm, I'll have to apologize to her next time we meet." Nakano looked around and scratched his chin. "So, uh, what do we do now? It feels like I’ve been through an entire day, but it’s not even sundown yet."

Senko sighed and moved to the bed. "Guess I better get my punishment over with."

"Wait, what?" asked Nakano.

He got his answer when Senko sat down and raised her tail, perfectly fluffed and dried, in his direction. "Go on, you know you want to."

"Are you sure about this? You've had a rough day. I wouldn't want to force you to do something like this."

"It's fine. Having my tail touched will be the least embarrassing thing that happens to me today."

Nakano's eyes followed the tip of Senko's tail as it flicked back and forth. "Uh, well, if you insist," he said, sitting down. He lifted a hand and gingerly placed it on the bushiest part.

Senko stifled a squeak as Nakano, incorrigible as always, worked his fingers through her fur. It seemed that her massive hold today had once more left her tail particularly sensitive. This was likely going to be a short petting session, as she doubted she would last long before… well, it wouldn’t end with her peeing herself this time, thankfully.

Speaking of embarrassing, Senko couldn’t help but think of Shiro. The poor girl ended up stark naked in front of good friends, but she still had to wonder who really had it worse off today. Shiro didn't have to have such a sacred part of her handled by a human, even if Nakano's ministrations weren't exactly unpleasant. Either way, Senko hoped Shiro had learned something today just like she did. Neither of them would be piddling around again anytime soon, that was for sure.

 


 

“Gah!”

Shiro’s feet landed on cold tile as the portal closed behind her. She knew humans couldn't follow her through walls, but ran through two sets of them just to be sure she was safe from the grabby hands of the lecherous Nakano. Pulling her tail to her chest like a child with a stuffed animal, Shiro groaned. “The nerve of some humans,” she griped to herself. 

With that out of the way, Shiro could refocus on the main reason for her sour mood. She’d never admit it out loud, but today had backfired on her spectacularly. She wanted nothing more than to stay here and keep hugging her tail in solitude, hoping that she would wake up to find it was just a bad dream.

“Sh-Shiro!?”

“Eh!?” Shiro’s eyes snapped open. She was definitely not dreaming, and certainly not alone. Turning her head, she quickly realized where she was and who was with her.

Sitting next to her in the cramped room was Koenji, who looked upon Shiro with wide-open, sleep-deprived eyes. More than that, she was sitting on her custom-installed Western-style toilet with her shorts and panties pulled past her knees, her legs closed together for modesty.

"Jazzko!?" Only now did Shiro realize exactly where she had warped into.

"H-how did you get in my toilet!?" said Koenji. "And why are you naked!?"

“Um… uh…” Shiro’s eyes darted about. She had remembered Nakano and Senko asking her to avoid using any of her powers around other humans. Not that she cared normally, but this was another mistake on top of her big screw-up today, a real blow to her ego. Plus, she really didn’t want to explain exactly what led her to be in the buff in someone else’s water closet.

Without a response, Koenji looked downwards. “And yet your ears and tail are still on you, plus my door was locked. It’s like you’re… you’re… ah!”

Koenji’s face lit up as though she had reached an epiphany. The words “Oh crap!” went through Shiro’s mind; had she just blown a big secret, at least one that other people cared about?

But then Koenji’s open mouth lifted into a smile, and her eyes drooped to a half-lid. A sigh left her lips as the sound of water trickling into water filled the cramped room, coupled with a faint hiss as it grew stronger.

“Yep, I'm definitely seeing things again. Need some shut-eye after this,” mumbled Koenji, letting her eyes fall shut as she enjoyed her tinkle, even if she had an audience.

Meanwhile, Shiro groaned and turned her head away, not wanting to watch someone else on the throne. "Am I the only one who didn't get the toilet today?"

 


 

"Hmm-hmm-hmm, that worked much better than I expected."

Far above in the sacred realm, the great fox spirit Yozora chuckled as she reclined in her luxurious lounging chair, lightly swirling a cup of sake in her hand. She had been watching over Senko and Shiro’s misadventures all day with a knowing smile. Of course Shiro would pull a stunt like this after learning about Senko’s accident, inevitably leading to a lesson of humility for the brash girl. However, for Senko to end up learning another lesson as well… even Yozora had to admit, she sometimes surprised herself with how well her plans worked.

Pleased with her work, Yozora was content to lie down and enjoy some pleasant sleep. However, her smile drooped as she finally took notice of something that would keep her from getting that sleep: a pesky pressure within her groin. After watching her two understudies hold it all day, it was finally time for Yozora to relieve herself as well, if she was to get any good rest.

Sitting back up, she swung her legs to the side and spread them wide. With her free hand, she lifted up the little bit of robe keeping her modest down there and parted the gates of her most sacred shrine, baring a most magnificent sight if anyone were around to see.

In this position, Yozora couldn’t and didn’t want to hold back the coming flood. She pushed out a powerful, robust, golden spray, arcing it up into the air before raining down onto the cloud floor a few feet away. A strong hiss akin to the spray of a fire hose filled the surrounding air, further conveying the power of her relief.

Yozora smiled and sighed as she watched her pee flying out of her and absorbing into the clouds with a muffled noise. Even something as crude and basic as emptying her bladder gave her a little sense of satisfaction, especially when it left such a pleasant feeling in its wake.

She would remain here, taking in the pleasure of a good pee for the next several minutes, for the bladder of a demigod was nothing to make light of. Even as the cloud below turned darker and more golden, no doubt ready to empty its contents onto the earth before much longer, Yozora smiled without a care in the world, even pausing to take a sip of sake every now and then. She had earned this relief, and would enjoy every second of it like a true goddess would.

 

 

 

 

 

(A/N: And that's it, likely the last Senko-san story I will write, barring any potential second anime seasons. With this, I am going to be stepping back from writing for a while, not just for health-related reasons, but also because this holiday season is shaping up to be a very chaotic one, and I doubt I'd be able to get anything substantial out with the little free time I'll have. I'll still hang around the site, so feel free to send me messages and stuff. Until next time!)

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