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This is a little strange and raises some questions. Is the maximum mana cost of a spell is hard requirement to use it? If not, I vote H and use Divine Mercy, even with the 1/45 chance it will fail. If she gets really lucky she might be left with enough mana to use Hold Sphincter or Pleasurable Prevention later.

If that can't be used, none of the other available spells are useful now and the other options are risk too much embarrassment. I suggest asking Tanya to bring something to the table, 'accidentally' knock it from her hands, then blame her for it and excuse herself from the table under the guide of having a stern word with her. Hopefully that's enough opening to get to the privy or the chamber pot. If not, I got nothing.

So for example, if a spell costs 50% mana and Ashlyn has 80%, then her mana will go down by between 1% and 50%, leaving her with anywhere between 30% to 79%. She can’t cast spells that cost more mana than she has, for example she can’t cast a spell that costs 50% mana if she only has 40%.

As Ashlyn only has 44% mana remaining, she can only cast Mystical Reveal, Hold Sphincter, Pleasurable Prevention, Anal Bind and Load Swap.

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That's an amazing story, I love it!

 

2 hours ago, tevoka said:

I suggest asking Tanya to bring something to the table, 'accidentally' knock it from her hands, then blame her for it and excuse herself from the table under the guide of having a stern word with her. Hopefully that's enough opening to get to the privy or the chamber pot. If not, I got nothing.

Great idea, I second this!

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ASHLYN

Bladder: 81%

Bowels: 94%

Mana: 44%

 

Ashlyn’s pain was incredible. Her bladder was swollen, bulging grotesquely with the enormous amount of urine that had been forced into it. Her bowels were, if it were possible, even worse; Ashlyn’s ass felt like it was about to explode, the magical energies having agitated the soft lining of her gut. Yet she knew she had to hold on. If she couldn’t, she’d surely cover herself, the chair and a good portion of the floor with foul-smelling diarrhoea and piss.

Suddenly, she felt the pain in her stomach shift. A loud gurgle emitted from her abdomen, and instinctively she raised her ass up off the chair. Though no one would notice, Ashlyn’s ass had just opened for but a fraction of a second. In that instant, a bead of urine rolled down her leg.

In panic, Ashlyn sat down, frantically grinding her exploding ass into the chair as she felt around to see if anything had come out. Though thankfully she couldn’t find anything solid, Ashlyn realised with horror that there was a minute fraction of hot liquid between her cheeks. She knew then that she wasn’t finishing this banquet.

“Tanya!” called Ashlyn, trying to stop the panic creeping into her voice.

“Ooh... yes, Mistress?” replied Tanya. Turning around, Ashlyn realised that her housecarl was beyond desperate; she was dancing in place, sweat pouring off her, her face writhing in agony.

“Fetch me that wine over there, would you?”

As Tanya returned, Ashlyn suddenly grabbed her arm, causing the jug to crash onto the table and shatter. Ashlyn immediately gritted her teeth as wine flooded the table, Tanya dropping into a squat and sobbing uncontrollably.

“TANYA!” shouted Ashlyn. “You clumsy oaf! You’ve spilled wine all over my food!”

Turning to the nobles, she said loudly “Excuse me for a minute, I must discipline my idiot housecarl.” Then she walked out, pulling an inconsolable housecarl along with her, who had inexplicably not wet herself.

 

As soon as they left the banquet, Ashlyn clasped Tanya’s sobbing face in her hands and whispered softly “I’m so sorry I had to do that Tanya. I know that wasn’t your fault, and I’ll make sure you receive the appropriate compensation.”

“But... but why?”

“Because, Tanya... I’m dying to go to the toilet.”

Tanya stopped crying, totally shocked by her mistress’s transparency.

“But first... get this abominable corset off me. Quick!”

Thinking quickly, Tanya grabbed the tiny knife she carried in her pocket and sliced the ribbons of Ashlyn’s corset. As soon as she did so, Ashlyn gasped as her bloated bladder became somewhat less painful. She realised she had just enough time to make it to the privy now, without soiling herself spectacularly.

“Mistress, would you like me to bring you a chamber pot?”

“No Tanya, just get to the servant toilets before you wet yourself. I must go to the privy before I suffer a disaster of my own.”

Tanya nodded and hobbled off, sighing in pain every few steps.

Grabbing her dress, Ashlyn prepared to make a run for it.

 

ASHLYN

Bladder: 85%

Bowels: 97%

Mana: 44%

 

As soon as the door to the noble privy was in sight, Ashlyn slammed herself against it. To her horror, she realised it was locked.

“Please, let me in!” she cried. “Oh gods, I’m going to have an accident...”

But there was no response from the toilets. In fact, there was no sound at all from within the room that Ashlyn craved so much.

“Ahem. Ma’am?” came a voice from the other side of the hall.

“Yes?” said Ashlyn, trying to stop the tears that were dripping down her cheeks, as surely as her urine was beginning to make its descent down her thighs. The voice belonged to one of the guards assigned to patrol the noble quarters.

“The privy is closed, ma’am. The door was locked to prevent servants from using it during the banquet. The Queen has the key”

“Oh, yes. Now begone!” Ashlyn replied, trying to sound authoritative whilst not having an accident.

As soon as the guard was out of sight, Ashlyn clutched her stomach and pussy with her hands, her bladder straining to release all over the floor and her bowels doing their hardest to push mountains of filth out onto the ground. Ashlyn’s panties were beyond saving, but the situation wasn’t hopeless yet. She was near to the Queen’s privy, and, being the Queen’s most trusted advisor and friend, Ashlyn had one of the few keys that existed, though the idea of using the Queen’s privy was just about the most criminal thought Ashlyn had ever had.

Another possibility was going to her room and using the chamberpot, filling it with all sorts of vile waste. This seemed tempting, but the embarrassment of the cleaning staff finding Ashlyn’s specially made chamber pot full of dung would ruin Ashlyn’s name for the foreseeable future. The only person she could blame it on would be Tanya, and with the events in the banquet hall to answer for, the innocent Tanya would doubtless be expelled from the kingdom entirely.

A third possibility was to attempt to get to the servant’s quarters and use the communal privy, at the cost of possibly having a servant stumble across her as she did her business, if she even made it there at all. But by the riskiest option was to return to the banquet hall and subtly ask for the key to the noble privy, risking being contained there again without the excuse that Tanya was able to provide.

 

                A Use the Queen’s privy

                B Use Ashlyn’s chamber pot

                C Use the communal privy

                D Return to the banquet hall and ask for the key

                E Use magic (please specify)

                F Other (please specify)

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I vote for A.

B would ruin her name and we can't blame it on Tanya. That would be cruel.

C could be an option, maybe combined with Anal Bind. However, chances are that there will be a queue at the privy. And I am not sure if Anal Bind would give us enough time. (How long can we expect this spell to work? A few minutes? 1 hour?)

D is completly out of the question.

 

That's why A or alternativly C combined with Anal Bind.

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A. Unless I'm missing something, why have the key if she's not supposed to use it?

Another possibility could be to find something else to pee in, like a vase or empty wine jug, using Load Swap when she is done peeing so she can relieve her need to poop too. The problem with this is she is just about out of time and needs to avoid having an accident with out hurting her pride too much.

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Let's go with C.

It's been emphasized that almost every option will be super embarrassing to us, but C has a decently low risk of being intercepted with basically every servant dealing with the feast, and it has the highest chance of salvaging. If only a single servant sees us, we can probably deny their accusation and get away with it, as important as we are, especially with Tanya supporting us when she had a known reason to go to the servants quarters to clean up herself, a wine spillage, and can lie to people and say we weren't in the servants area. And if the increased distance there ends with us losing control on the way, well, we can just blame it on a servant and we lose little, since our underwear is already ruined. Or more accurately, someone will blame it on servants because who else would be in the servants quarters having an accident? Definitely not a noble lady! 

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A is an option, but I do not think the Ashlyn in the story would ever use it, even though she was granted a key.

B is guaranteed social embarrasment for either Ashlyn or Tanya, so thats not really an option.

D is giving me Dead End flags.

So I think C would be the best choice.

(I also liked Wedgeantilles suggestion about using Anal Bind, I just dont know if it is to risky to use it at the moment. Unless I failed to read it somewhere, the failure rate for a spell is unknown, and since the bowel capacity is currently at 97% and magic usage reduces bowel capacity, will forcing it past 100% if that is even possible cause the spell to fail anyways?)

I guess Ashlyn would know this and decide whether or not to use the spell.

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ASHLYN

Bladder: 86%

Bowels: 98%

Mana: 44%

 

It was no use. Ashlyn’s bladder and bowels were craving a release of the most embarrassing kind possible. There was only one ethical possibility; use the communal toilets near the basement, an area usually reserved for the lowly servants of the castle. It would be a horrific display for a noblewomen to keep be caught using them, but Ashlyn reasoned it was better than having a major accident in her dress.

Sweat poured off her face as she hobbled down the corridors as fast as her aching organs would allow. Every so often, she would pause as spasms wracked her body, gripping her stomach or crotch and moaning loudly to herself. Eventually, after descending a particularly arduous flight of stairs, she reached the servant’s quarters. By this point, Ashlyn knew that if she didn’t reach the toilet in the next five minutes, a shameful accident was likely to occur; small quirts of wee had begun to trickle down her legs from her saturated panties, and her overstuffed bowels were threatening to release themselves with every step.

Trying to remember which way to go, Ashlyn suddenly heard a voice from a distant room:

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll retrieve them later and put them in the wash for you. Nobody will notice, I promise”

Then another voice:

“Thanks... I can’t believe it... I was so close”

“Well, at least you didn’t go during the banquet”

“I nearly did. When the jug shattered I lost an enormous gush right into my dress. Anyways, I’d best go and put another dress on. Thanks for everything...”

Ashlyn was shocked. The voice was undoubtedly Tanya’s. Had Tanya really had an accident before she got to the privy? Ashlyn suddenly had a moment of terrible guilt. After all, it wasn’t Tanya’s pee that had soiled her dress, it was hers.

After a couple of seconds, desperation overcame her, and trembling she raced off to the toilets, but what she saw shocked her.

The toilets were in a terrible condition. Instead of the large, often-emptied containers installed beneath the noble privy, the servant’s privy emptied directly into the moat. It seemed that this had meant that they had not been cleaned in what appeared to be years. The floor and walls were coated in a thick layer of sticky yellow-brown slime, no doubt the product of hundreds of women who couldn’t reach the toilet fast enough, and the piles of muck were situated in the all corners of the room. It smelt worse than anything Ashlyn had ever known, but the worst thing wasn’t the condition of the toilet, it was that there was three of them.

Ashlyn had never relieved herself in such a horrible place, and especially when there was no door, and the imminent possibility of a servant sitting down next to her to do her business. But she had no choice.

Reaching up and grabbing her dress, she threw herself onto the toilet. Immediately, urine exploded out of her with indescribable fierceness, spraying her legs and thighs with the sheer force of her release. Her wee was boiling hot, so much that she could literally see the steam rising from between her crotch. The relief was incredible, but when her bowels gurgled, she knew the time had finally come to let loose the kraken.

With a loud, thunderous shart, an enormous wet log blasted out into the toilet. Ashlyn gasped and groaned in sheer pleasure as more and more shit dropped out of her stretched anus, plopping into the water below. Between logs, small shudders of watery shit would sputter out as well. Ashlyn dreaded to think what would have happened if this had come out in her dress.

As her foul, filth-laden explosions continued, Ashlyn felt something to the left of her foot. Carefully extending herself to reach down and take a look, she realised it was the very dress that Tanya had been wearing to the banquet, only... there was an enormous wet patch across the crotch and backside of the dress. Gods, she must have released a fucking gallon, thought Ashlyn, as another gurgling splatter cascaded into the toilet. She moved back into position and realised to her horror she was looking directly into the eyes of another woman.

Eria looked just as shocked as Ashlyn.

“Lady Ashlyn???” she gasped.

“Oh... gods, no!” Ashlyn cried out, trying in vain to stand as more piss and shit poured into the toilet. Eria slowly retraced her steps, leaving the poor noblewoman to her fate as she sprinted off out of the room. Ashlyn could do nothing but cry as her bladder and bowels furiously emptied themselves over the next few minutes.

 

The next day

 

ASHLYN

Bladder: 6%

Bowels: 2%

Mana: 100%

 

After returning from the remainder of the banquet, Ashlyn had gone straight to bed. But the next morning, she was awoken by a knock on her door. Opening it, she felt her heart drop as she saw Eria standing there.

“If would please follow me, Lady Ashlyn, the Queen was requested to see you”

She’s blabbed, though Ashlyn. Of course she has.

Entering the Queen’s bedchambers, Ashlyn noticed the Queen standing awkwardly in the middle of the room, her abdomen heavily bloated, as if she was pregnant.

“My mistress, Queen Katherine, has an important mission for you” spoke Eria.

“You see, Ashlyn, as much as I like you, I can’t have noblewomen running off to use the communal privy during meetings with our most important visitors,” the Queen interjected. “Imagine if Lady Viacha had seen you! What would she have thought of a noblewoman, let alone a personal friend of the Queen, who couldn’t control herself for but a few hours!”

“I’m sorry,” whispered Ashlyn shamefully.

“I’ll overlook it this once, but in return I need to to do something for me. Something very... private. I trust you to be discreet with what I am about to reveal?”

“Of course, my Queen”

This time Eria spoke up “The Queen has been dealing with a rather... unique problem. She has been constipated now for just over three weeks...”

Three weeks? That’s... almost impossible, thought Ashlyn.

“... And as such requires urgent release. The Queen has tried everything, laxatives, enemas, everything, but only one option remains: Serasa-Root Extract. A laxative so strong that the Imperial College of Alchemy recommends it only for use by Orcs or Ogres. You are to covertly retrieve this package from a merchant in the city, Master Dej Kaktro, and return it here as soon as possible. Do you understand?”

Ashlyn nodded quickly, and saw a small tear run down the Queen’s face as she was escorted out of the room.

 

Half an hour later

 

ASHLYN

Bladder: 7%

Bowels: 2%

Mana: 100%

 

As she was preparing to leave, Ashlyn heard a voice call out to her from across the courtyard. Lady Viacha bounded towards her, pulling herself up into the cart and sitting next to her. Today she was wearing somehow even less than before, her outfit seemingly consisting of nothing more than three delicate pieces of black silk that covered her nipples and crotch.

“Mind if I come along? I do so wish to see the city for myself, your Queen talks of it most highly”

Despite the distraction of Viacha’s breasts bouncing every time the cart went over a bump, Ashlyn somehow steeled herself and started to talk about the various places of note in the city.

However, as soon as they left the cart, in front of a busy marketplace, Viacha did something truly incredible.

She yawned loudly and said “I need a fucking piss. I haven’t gone since yesterday morning.” Ashlyn was in a state of shock, but her shock turned to absolute horror as Viacha began to pull aside the string covering her pussy. Grabbing her arm and pulling it upwards, Ashlyn narrowly prevented the whole of the kingdom from seeing a noblewoman’s bare crotch.

“What in Gods’ names do you think you’re doing?” she whispered.

“Having a piss? What does it look like?” Viacha said defensively.

“You don’t care that people were watching you? You nearly flashed them your privates! Did you plan to relieve yourself in front of them?”

“Of course!” said Viacha, a look of genuine puzzlement creeping across her face.

Ashlyn sighed. This was... unexpected.

“Look, I don’t know what you do back in Vaul, but here, we use a privy or a chamber pot. Nothing else. Do you understand me?”

“Why?”

The question threw Ashlyn totally off guard.

“Because... it’s sanitary, private and traditional.”

Viacha crossed her arms and smirked.

“Look, lady, I’ve gotta piss, so unless you’ve got a better idea I’m just gonna do it right here.”

 

                A Respect Viacha’s customs and let her pee on the ground

                B Take Viacha somewhere secluded and then let her piss

                C Take Viacha to an inn or pub and force her to use a chamberpot or privy

                E Use magic (please specify)

                F Other (please specify)

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The queen clearly said, that Lady Viacha was an important guest.

We certainly can't order an important guest around.

A would cause a scene, that's why I take B)

It seems the only sensible option between forcing an important guest into something she doesn't want (which could lead to catastrophic consequences. Wars have begun for less) and doing something unaccaptable like letting her pee in total public.

It will take a little time, yes.

But seriously, the queen has waited for 3 weeks. If we take 30 minutes longer or not doesn't make any difference. And again: There just doesn't seem any other option.

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