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Stubborn though they may be, time was not on their side, and both Empress and Oracle full well knew this fact. This was neither the time nor place to get into a big argument, lest the sewers become fl

"The group of Dragonblood who live hidden away here in Marlayus have suddenly started a rebellion. The lord of Muramasa Castle is leading them, and he's taken the princess of Marlayus hostage. They de

And things would get worse, if the trickle running down her thigh was any indication. Miya wasn't even sure if that was new, or if it had been sticking to her thigh for some time. She'd believe the la

"Fine. But only a little further." Like there was lead in her legs, Oracle trudged along, as did Empress. Witch, meanwhile, had a bit more spring in her step, thanks to the joy of convincing Oracle of anything. What she expected to find, she really had no idea, but why would there be more to the tomb if there wasn't something good?

However, even with just a leisurely walk, Witch could feel her condition steadily deteriorating. "Hhngh..." She was beginning to regret her decision almost immediately as the foolish consequences of her foolish decision became even clearer. "I, mngh, really have to go, don't I?" She knew she needed to pee, she knew she really needed to pee, yet here she was, willingly suggesting something that delayed her chance to "make a little oasis in the desert sands".

"Well, only by a couple minutes. Get a bit more loot, get rich, and then take a whOA!" Confidence could only carry her so far when she really, really did need to go; at some point, her bladder had to take control. Admittedly, it took her a second to realize anything that happened, with the lukewarm sweat sodden in her undergarments, but it was hard to mistake any surge of flaming hot urine shooting and soaking into her panties. It was a short jet, she regained full control in a fraction of a second, and it didn't even seep beyond her smallclothes, but her body's intent was clear.

Yet, Witch didn't seem so worried. Being a pretty small girl, she was not unaccustomed to the sensation of damp underwear, even as recent as in this Dragonblood party. So long as it was just a little leak, and the full pee waited until after she had stripped below the belt, she could bear it until she could bare it. "As soon as we get out of here, there's gonna be an ocean." And she wasn't just talking about herself. She knew from experience, time and time again, that if one of the ladies squatted and took their leak, the others would take that opportunity as well.

It just had to wait until they checked out this one last place, and just as she was thinking it, the wall that marked the end of this hall became clear at the far end of her vision. Though she was still far from relief, she still sighed in relief, knowing that she wasn't far from all this being over. "Oh, this is gonna feel so good when I get to pee..."

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"Hah...hah..." Hunched forward, slouched with her hands on her knees, Witch panted and heaved, sweat and blood dripping down her skin. Not her blood, though. She was the most exhausted of the three, but neither Empress nor Oracle were in the greatest shape either.

Oracle was not pleased at the exertion that had been required of her; more specifically, why she needed to work so hard. "Hope you found something good, Witch. Maybe I just missed something, but all I saw were monsters. Almost like...this was a complete waste of our fucking time!" The end of this passage that Witch had so eagerly wanted to check out did indeed turn out to have something: a horde of monsters, and that was it. And once the girls trespassed on that territory, it became a requirement for the Dragonblood to fight their way out. It wasn't a short fight, either. And when it came at the end of a quest, they were just all tired and annoyed. Bladders and their related fullness may have also played a role in the souring of their moods.

At this point, Witch just wanted to be right. "There's probably a fake wall or something in here, meant to keep out idiots who don't think to look!"

"With nothing but monsters behind it for the morons who just have to check everything for some imaginary treasure."

"Look, I'll show you!" Stomping over the nearest wall, taking large steps to avoid putting her foot down on a monster corpse, Witch pointed at the masonry that made it up. "See, there's a brick that's sticking out weird! If we press that, a door right next to it is going to slide open! Watch!"

Indeed, Witch soon hit a switch. But she was still far from the wall. Completely beneath her notice, a plate on the floor clicked as it shifted downward. Everyone heard it, and everyone froze because of it. Empress did grip the hilt of her sword tighter, somewhat expecting Oracle's prediction to be correct. Either that, or a bomb to just go off and kill them all.

Empress turned out to be correct. Dust and cobweb fragments filled the air as the walls shook in a quake, accompanied by the bang of an explosion. Good thing it wasn't anywhere close to the three, and by the time the shaking stopped, nothing had happened to them. But that didn't mean Witch wasn't wary. "W-what was that?"

"A trap, probably exactly like what I said! This whole place is probably going to cave in on us any second, and it's all your fault!"

Leaning into Oracle's ear, Empress whispered. "We saw a wall of explosives earlier. It was probably that."

Though Empress's voice was quiet, the silence of the tombs allowed Witch to hear, and it was exactly what she wanted to hear. "Then that's where the treasure is! We just had to go one way before we could go the other!"

"Or, we could stop listening to your shitty ideas and just get out of here," Oracle barked. "We're tired of this stupid place, right, Empress?"

"...whatever."

Did Witch want to leave? Of course, she needed to pee, and she wanted so badly to get outside and do just that. But Witch had pride, and more than anything, she wanted to be right. If there really was something good behind that explosive wall, she'd look smart and earn respect among the trio. "Come on, Oracle, you can't tell me that someone put in a bunch of explosives, and there's nothing they were protecting!"

"Yeah, and if there was something, it was probably blown to bits. Whatever's up there is not going to be worth all this crap."

While pouting in the argument, an idea came to Witch, and a devilish smirk split across her face. "Even if it was the royal crown? Surely a great Dragonblood Oracle of better days long past would be worthy of that."

Oracle knew exactly what Witch was doing. And yet, she grew fonder of the idea of exploring. Were there something like that, she wanted it. But she also wanted to be done with this, so she could take a well-deserved leak. But would she be able to sleep at night, knowing she might have given up something so valuable?

Time left over: 10 minutes

Condition:

  • Oracle: Below Average
  • Empress: Below Average
  • Witch: Desperate
  1. Listen to Witch and backtrack
  2. Stand firm and insist on leaving
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"Hah...hah... Why...why do we ever...EVER listen to you?" It had taken minutes of their time, but the Dragonblood had climbed back up through the catacombs, back up to the room with the falling fire that Witch had missed. Sure enough, debris had now been scattered throughout, scorch marks decorated a wall surrounding a passage that did not previously exist. The three had just gone through, but all this running around had taken its toll, even in ways that weren't outwardly obvious.

Actually, "not outwardly obvious" wasn't exactly accurate, at least when it came to Witch. By now, she was starting to regret her adamant stance to keep going, because now it seemed that she was about to start going. She couldn't stop bouncing around whenever they stood still, swinging her hips, taking any time when the other two weren't looking to wiggle her legs and grab her crotch, now wet and dripping with urine.

But now, they were here. Past the explosive barricade, what the Litus Royal Families of old wanted hidden from the world, was a mural, one depicting the ancient war between the Celestial Dragon and the Astral Dragon. The way their two imposing figures basked across the room, even when portrayed in stone, gave this place a menacing aura. The large earthen box that lay at the foot of the image was also foreboding for some reason, like it was the coffin for some ancient evil.

But the Dragonblood were not the first ones to discover this cavern, as could be seen with the person-sized orange...spherical bird-thingy. They had seen this creature somewhere before, belonging to that treasure hunter girl that came into the tombs with them. It was easy to place, seeing as that exact girl was here too, back turned to the entrance. She was looking left and right, over and over again, and every time they could see her eyes from the side, she looked frantic and panicked. "I don't think any monsters can get in here... I should be safe..."

Before any of them could call out, make their presence known, they were stunned into total silence by Alba's next actions: lifting her black dress with both hands, dropping her orange panties so they could all see her rounded butt, and squatting close to the floor. The Dragonblood didn't need to have this exact act on the mind to be able to see where this would be going.

Even so, this was such a shocking sight, they couldn't exactly look away once it started. Then again, they didn't have much time to avert their gaze, because Alba wasted no time springing a spring of golden water as soon as she crouched down. No surprise there was no wait, it wasn't looking like the little archaeologist could wait, given the ferocity displayed, a crash of hard, fast fluid against the stone floor, resulting in a huge radius of backspray all over Alba's legs. The force of the bodily ejection caused the foamy puddle to spread and reach far in front of her.

Even from a distance, this sight sure was hard to watch. Both Oracle and Empress froze, silent, staring with unfettered gaze. It wasn't nice to stare, they knew that, but how could they not? They had been holding a piss for a long time, holding it so as not to be incompetent and filthy, and here was this girl, with the gall to just void her bladder wherever she chose. She didn't even have the decency to choose the shadows, where she'd have at least a chance to hide her dirty deed if, say, three Dragonblood were to stumble in.

Jealousy filled Empress and Oracle, seeing Alba without even the slightest shame, the tiniest reason not to pee, because she got to pee. All the while, they were holding heavy bladders because they had the courtesy to not bare their unmentionables in such plain sight. But, they also had the sense not to disturb a woman in the midst of something so private and so needed, so the only way they could express themselves here was gritting their teeth and keeping their legs slammed shut.

Witch didn't respond the same way. In fact, she reacted in exactly the opposite fashion. "Aaaaaah, I can't take it anymore!" She was already on the verge of giving in to her bodily functions even before getting here, but getting a front-row audience seat to the release was just too much to take. Openly gripping her girlhood up her dress, Witch bolted to a spot to the side of Alba, almost sliding into the existing, still growing, puddle, all the while lifting her skirt and hooking thumbs around the waist of her panties.

Naturally, Alba didn't miss the girl screeching to a halt so close to her in such a vulnerable state. Her head spun to look, staring with fear in the eyes behind her giant glasses. "W-w-w-w-what are you doing?!"

"I can't hold it!" Shoving her white panties, wet with both sweat and bright yellow pee, down to her knees, Witch flew into a squat so close that she almost bumped Alba's spread knees with her own, and... "Spray" was the best word to describe what followed. Of course, even being a powerful Dragonblood, it wasn't much stronger than Alba's, given that both were small girls pushed near their limits. This just resulted in Witch's puddle soon melding into the established one, meaning a single collection of female urine rippling out and splashing everywhere, breaking apart the frothy layer that covered it.

"Haaaahhhhh..." Sighing in total relief, Witch pursed her lips and relaxed, leaning into her pee by slumping forward, quivering and shaking and sending her hissing stream flying. Even the tendrils of her hat seemed to droop as she went limp. "Paaahh..." How could she not smile as this whole thing transpired?

At this point, Alba relented. She knew all too well right now, Witch would not be stopping even if asked. A girl that was going to wet herself needed her time, that's just how it was. So, she just looked down at her own hose, expanding what was once her own puddle. Of course, this meant she got an eyeful of the mini droplets spraying onto her bare legs, accentuating the repulsion of the warm pee water sprinkled over her.

Still, it's not like this was really all that weird. Alba had been part of parties before, and it wasn't uncommon practice for female adventurers to watch each other backs by doing their business together, so this wasn't the first time she had used the restroom in plain view of other girls, often so close. Difference being, not only were they never this close, but she knew who the other girl was those times.

Better for her to just be done with this and get out, and that's just what she did as soon as the stream died down. She wasn't completely done, there was still a bit of weight in her bladder, but the stream had stopped, she could keep it stopped, so she did. Of course, such a hasty halt couldn't be completely clean, and it was accompanied by a couple sputters as it dropped off, some so late that they only sprouted as she began to stand back up. She got lucky that only a few dribbles fell as she stood up straight and pushed her panties into the line of fire.

Regardless of the minor wetting, Alba was not slowing down. She wasted no time yanking her underwear back up, nestling it back into place, paying no mind to the few drops seeping through, and dropping her dress. Were it not for the fact that she stood in a gigantic puddle of urine, nothing would be amiss with her. So, not wanting the association with the mess on the floor, Alba quickly walked out, her eyes hidden behind the shine in her glasses.

There wasn't much purpose behind that, because even as she ran past them, Empress and Oracle paid her no mind. Their eyes were glued to Witch, still baring her butt for the tinkle torrent. Was it jealousy, that the little Dragonblood got to pee and they weren't? Yes, a little, but they were more angry that Witch was making them all look weak, whizzing half-nude in the focal center of a room.

Even if their bladders were very adamant that they needed to do the same thing, they couldn't now. If they peed, they'd be affirming the message Witch sent, that Dragonblood bladders weren't capable of enduring a little urine. No, Witch was just being incompetent, Empress and Oracle could hold it until they found a proper place to relieve themselves.

But still, even if they could wait, didn't mean they wanted to. As both continued to stare, they began to squirm, squeezing their legs together. Oracle shivered, pivoting on one heel, her thigh jiggling in the motion, while Empress knocked her knees and bit her lower lip. Both of them steadily moved their open hands towards their crotches, and both of them squealed in their throats as the stimulus overwhelmed them for a brief second, resulting in a squirt of pee escaping. The warm liquid seeped into the fabric of Empress's panties, and snaked down Oracle's thigh. That was the closest they came to giving into temptation and rushing to Witch's side.

Even if they had, they would have been too late, because Witch's pee hissed and sputtered to a slow stop, restarting once or twice with another hidden reserve, seemingly going on forever before calming down to a drip. "Phew, that's way better!" Shaking her butt dry, she wiggled her undies back up, allowing any dribbles that kept stuck to her genitals to just pass through her already-wet panties. And, as she spun around and dropped her dress, she was the happiest Dragonblood she could be, skipping back to her teammates like she only weighed half as much. "Alright, I'm all good now!"

"Really? Are you?" Oracle couldn't even hope to hide her disdain. "Because I see a lot of gold in here, but it's not treasure!"

"Th-the mural's kinda cool, though," Empress confessed.

Smiling defensively, Witch started scratching the back of her head. "Yeah, my bad. But I bet if we-"

"Nope," Oracle interrupted. "Not listening to you. We got what we were told to get, and we're leaving. No further arguments." Without another word, she stomped out of the "bathroom". Witch followed her, full of energy, and Empress shrugged, slumping along behind.

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"It's a fake."

The Dragonblood were taken aback. They had spent so long in these damn tombs, and here was the old guy that sent them in in the first place saying their whole ordeal was for nothing. But nobody was more befuddled than Witch. "What?"

"Royal tombs often place fake treasures inside their vaults, to throw off raiders," the younger man explained, rolling his eyes at the ineptitude of the trio. "I should have expected that a couple of filthy Dragonblood would mess up a basic archaeology hunt like this." Oracle growled, stepping up and readying her swords, ready to vent her frustration until Empress stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. Surprisingly, it worked, and Oracle backed down. Maybe she just had reason not to exert herself, so she stayed calm, even as the man continued. "The standards for adventurers must be low if you three continue to get work."

Despite the clear irritation of her compatriots, Empress instead elected to walk away. "Whatever. This job sucked anyway. We're going back to the slums."

"No." That one-word refusal from Oracle was succinct and powerful, but sensing a need for elaboration, she continued. "We're not going back on this shitty a note. We got one more quest, let's show some Dragonblood pride and do so well that we can return with our heads held high!"

Empress hunched forward and groaned. "Really?" She wanted to get back to the inn, wash off the sweat of a day's work, and most importantly, take a long piss. Going on some other adventure was the last thing she was seeking.

"Yes, really! If Witch gets to drag us around on some bullshit hunt, then I get to lead us to something with actual rewards."

"Hey, I really thought there'd be treasure," Witch pouted.

"We're going. End of discussion." Oracle wanted to piss too, very badly, but she would not stand for this baseless attack on their race or character. She had faith that a Dragonblood could handle a little more pee-holding.

Empress sighed and shrugged. "Fine. Whatever. Where is this last quest?"

"The Divine Castle of Marlayus. Let's get to a Teleport Glyph, now." Just because she was advocating for continuing their adventure didn't mean she didn't want it over as fast as possible.

Disgruntled, Empress and Witch followed Oracle, on their final quest of the day.

Time left over: 5 minutes

Condition:

  • Oracle: Desperate
  • Empress: Desperate
  • Witch: Fine

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Author's note: With another quest done, there will be another hiatus.

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  • 6 months later...

"The group of Dragonblood who live hidden away here in Marlayus have suddenly started a rebellion. The lord of Muramasa Castle is leading them, and he's taken the princess of Marlayus hostage. They demand recognition as an independent country in exchange for her safe return. Of course, we do not intend to give in to their demands. You are to secure the princess, and execute all collaborators for treason. Infiltrate the castle, and safely escort the princess back here. I understand you are of the same clan as the rebels, but this is not the time for sympathy. If you care for your reputation, rescue the princess and complete your mission without hesitation."

The endless briefing and information came courtesy of one of the guards of Marlayus's royal family. The Dragonblood trio had come all the way to the far easternmost tip of Remlia, way outside their normal grounds, they clearly knew what they were doing, but this guy still had to run his mouth for an eternity. With some thinly-veiled racism mixed in. All three rolled their eyes incessantly as the description dragged on, mentally begging him to shut the hell up and let them do their job. Witch was so bored, she could die.

Boredom was the only reason Witch was impatient, which was far better than what ailed Empress and Oracle. With every syllable that escaped the royal guard's mouth, both girls could feel their control and composure eroding away, their stone will being thinned by the sloshing of a full bladder's worth of urine, each. They kept neutral expressions, best as they could, but a keen observer would be able to spot the bouncing, foot twisting, hip wiggling, all the telltale signs of someone desperate to pee. And there were two of them.

It would have been so much easier to manage with clear skies above, but it just wasn't their day. Dark clouds blocked out the sun, and thousands of drops of water fell from their gray canopy, creating a constant pitter-patter all around, water everywhere to taunt the desperate Dragonblood. Of course, in comparison, the rain was nothing, either Empress or Oracle could wash that weak precipitation away with ease were they to let go. But they couldn't, way too much pride getting in the way, and so the rain continued to fall, taunting all who watched. At least those who might need to pee.

Finally, the guard finished talking, and moved aside to gesture to the distant castle. One could glean a number of details from this picture, but the ones that jumped out the most were how far the building was from their current location, and yet, it looked so big. So many floors, several wings, they'd have to search all of it to find the princess, and that was after they got there. Empress gulped, and Oracle grumbled, their hearts dropping at the thought of the journey ahead.

Naturally, being the only one not carrying a ton of water weight, Witch took the lead. "Guess it makes sense that only other Dragonblood could pull off an attack this big," she spoke, half-knowing she'd be basically talking to herself. Which is why she kept going. "And knowing Dragonblood, they hid the princess in the hardest place to get to. So we've still got hell ahead of us." Though they strictly looked straight ahead, Empress and Oracle both thought the same thing: Don't I know it. Taking the tiniest steps with their legs close together, they followed behind Witch, their wet clothes sticking to their bodies. Not entirely because of the rain, and despite the thorough saturation that was taking place, it could get worse soon. The needing Dragonblood just had to pray to Atruum that, despite Witch's predictions, this quest would be over with quickly.

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Though the rain continued to pour outside, the air was thick with smoke and an oppressive heat, all thanks to the flames that crawled up the walls. A few falling lamps from the ceiling set the many paper doors that lined the castle walls ablaze, but to no avail as of yet. Every door reduced to ashes revealed nothing but junk behind them, yet even still, Witch kept setting the fires. It seemed like she was enjoying the fruitless destruction.

"Kyaa!"

It was fruitless, until one specific door on the top floor ignited, eliciting a scream from inside. If it weren't for that, they would have just moved on without checking, given that they were sort of in a rush. Two of them moreso, two who happened to spurt a little leak at the sudden shout. Oracle had to stifle a yelp as she felt a spurt roll down her leg, and Empress froze head to toe. So, naturally, the task fell to Witch to investigate the source of the noise.

And she found it alright, but what she found was a bit on the odd side. Tied to a stack of junk was a small, slender girl with short black hair, squirming in some vain attempt to wriggle free to escape the nearby fire, and it only got more violent when she saw the face of a Dragonblood peeking in on her from behind the flames. She didn't slow down when the Dragonblood turned away and called out. "Hey guys, I think I found her!" Without even looking, Witch summoned a strong gust of wind, blowing the crackling flames to nothing but black smoke and glowing embers.

Stiffly, Empress and Oracle trudged over, poking their heads in to see what Witch was talking about, eyeing the young girl up and down. For a second, the captured girl had to look down to ensure that her red kimono hadn't hiked up and exposed anything. By the time she confirmed all was hidden and looked up, Oracle was nodding. "She looks stuck-up enough to be the princess."

Given that these Dragonblood didn't know who she was, her hopes were raised. "Y-yes, I'm Princess Miya. Perhaps you've been sent to rescue me?"

Empress shrugged. "Good enough for me." Standing above Miya, she raised her sword above her head, whose natural response was to shrink back in fear. This was a Dragonblood, brandishing a weapon while she couldn't fight back, it was reasonable to worry for her life. She shivered, unable to even look in Empress's direction with her closed eyes, but she heard the whoosh as the blade cut through the air, and felt it tug against the ropes that bound her hands to her torso for a quick second, before the restraints vanished. Miya noticed, but she kept her eyes closed for several seconds past that point, until she was sure there were no nasty surprises waiting for her. Finally, she worked up the courage to look, and saw that Empress's accuracy was unmatched, slicing through her tight bindings while leaving even her clothes untouched. Such was the power of the Dragonblood, the race that had overthrown her castle.

Freed, Miya scampered out of the closet, brushed dust and soot off her kimono, and sighed in relief. "I was certain I would be burned to a crisp. So, who might you be?"

"Well, I'm Witch, and the grumpy ones are Oracle and-"

"We're mercenaries," Empress interrupted, covering Witch's mouth with her palm. "We were hired to deliver you to safegh!" She yanked her hand back once Witch licked it.

Miya bowed her head. "Well, thank you for risking your life for my sake. However, we must hurry. They may have already discovered you."

Oracle tilted her head and smirked. "'May have'?"

"Let's get out of here," Miya continued. "I'll let you lead the way."

"Good, then shut the hell up and get your ass moving," Oracle ordered, taking point before anyone else could make a move.

Witch was the first to follow, giving some encouraging words to Miya as she passed by. "She's rude, but Oracle's not that mean."

Empress passed by soon after, giving words of encouragement of her own. "Actually, yeah, she is." The Dragonblood all bunched together in front, moving at a cautious, deliberate pace. Though, Miya observed, it seemed as if Witch was the only one itching to go faster. Far be it from her to judge speed, of course, given that she was still a little numb and stiff. All together, they were moving quite leisurely for a group of girls in a burning building. They did all realize they should really get back outside, they just had other reasons to not rock the boat too harshly. So the goal was to get outside quickly.

It was just how they would accomplish that goal that brought contention, as became apparent as soon as they reached a set of stairs. "We're going down," Empress started, taking a step onto the first descending.

She only made that first step before she was brought to a halt by a stern reprimand. "Dumbass, that's where the fire is!" For a second, it almost sounded like Oracle cared. "We take the upper route, we don't walk through...you know, FIRE!"

"But the upper route is only sky bridges," Miya informed them, knowing the architecture far better. "In an emergency situation like this, it's far safer to stay near the ground. The halls may collapse beneath out feet!"

Surprisingly, Witch took Oracle's side. "And if that happens, we'll just jump across the rooftops." She smirked, like she had won this argument, before something occurred to her, a retort fully inside her own head. "Not that I'm afraid of the fire, this just seems easier!"

"Yeah, because you two can fly," Empress argued back, making the two sides of the debate even in their members. "We don't get paid if we can't rescue the princess, who can't fly. And I really can't... I mean, I don't want to carry her right now."

Dragonblood were a stubborn sort, so neither side was going to back down any time soon. Empress and Oracle stood firm, glaring daggers into the other's soul. They stood like stone for some time, though eventually, they had to start shifting their weight from one foot to the other, squeezing their knees together, all the while thinking the same thing: Dear Atruum, just give in already so we can get the hell out of here and I can take a piss!

Time left over: 25 minutes

Condition:

  • Oracle: Bursting
  • Empress: Bursting
  • Witch: Fine
  1. Oracle and Witch are right
  2. Empress and Miya are right
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  • 2 weeks later...

It felt like this staring contest could go on forever, or at least until one of their holding strengths gave up and they broke. Perhaps the only thing that could stop them was nature itself intervening, as it soon did when a bubble of oxygen on a floor below ignited in a surge of heat and flame. And the hot air blew upwards like a hurricane, causing the expected outcome for a bunch of girls wearing skirts, dresses, and robes. Each of the four covered their faces with their arms to defend from the searing heat, meaning they couldn't see what laid beneath the bottomwear of everybody else, and that was for the best. Otherwise, they might catch a glimpse of the beads of urine rolling down the legs of Empress and Oracle, or the yellowed panties of Witch, none of which would be a pleasant sight.

Perhaps it was the explosion that finally caused Empress to back down. Or it could have been the loud blast that broke her concentration for a second, and caused a little spurt in her underwear, which felt hotter than the center of the inferno with all the boiling golden fluids that permeated the fabrics of her undergarments. "Fine, we'll take the high road." Whatever gets us out of here faster!

Oracle wasn't expecting to win the argument so quickly, or because of such a wild-card development. Truthfully, the oxygen detonation had startled her as well, and she was just about to buckle before Empress did. Good thing she didn't, because she would have looked really dumb suggesting they go down. Since this had worked out, she could look smart. "O-of course, it's the only s-sensible way!" Just as eager to get a move on, she wasted no time jumping up the stairs, waiting for no man.

She went ahead, but Empress and Witch wasted little time taking her lead and running/hobbling up to the next level, leaving Miya to trail in the back like they didn't have to protect her. The only reason she could keep up with three trained Dragonblood was because they seemed to be taking it slow, despite the danger, for reasons that she couldn't fathom.

Of course, it couldn't possibly be any clearer inside Oracle's mind. Shit, that explosion shook me up way worse than I thought. Obviously, she couldn't see inside her own body, but the vibrations from the blast felt like it caused ripples and waves of urine, irritating the walls of her bladder even more than the turbid urine could accomplish by just festering there. Of course, it was able to stroke her bladder walls thanks to the constant sloshing of pee against those walls as the liquid stretched them out about as far as they could stretch. It was as desperate as she had ever been, could possibly be, and she had to pretend nothing was ailing her. I am going to spray the biggest fucking piss when we get back to the bar.

That geyser piss she had to look forward to if she could survive this quest dry began to trickle into the rest of her thoughts, like she couldn't have a single mental concept without it somehow turning to her bathroom need. The only reason to succeed was so she could piss. The only reason she had to hate the monsters in front of them was because, should one of them lunge at her the wrong way, she'd piss her robe. The fires burned and licked up the walls, but if some blocked their route, she could put it out by pissing on it. And the one thing all these ideas had in common: they all involved her getting her release, and that just magnified her desire, made her even more desperate to pop the cork and let it rip. "Mmgh..." She looked back, and saw that no one was paying any special attention to her, giving her the freedom to subtly slide her left hand onto her clothes and press the hem into her crotch, for that slight relief.

The reason Empress wasn't watching Oracle's ass so closely, as if she needed a reason, was because her attention was already split. It was like one eye was watching the Asura Bats and goblins that called this sky bridge hall their new home, and the other watched her legs, scanning for any trickle of urine that had escaped under her nose. She had a lot of false scares, seeing as the building was currently extremely hot, meaning a fair amount of sweat slid down her thighs, and when a sizable share of that was also soaked into her panties, it was hard to tell what was a leak and what wasn't. With the stress of everything else happening, she just had to hope she was keeping it together.

Really, Witch was the only one pulling her weight. Oracle couldn't focus enough to use any magic foci, even her greatswords were wavering in the air, Empress only had the strength to deliver a shallow cut with her blade, and Miya couldn't fight, leaving Witch the only competent girl here. So, whatever monsters came looking for a fight would be ended with fireballs, ice shards, shredding winds, all types of magic, but only magic. On the one hand, it was a bit of an ego boost, seeing herself take out all these monsters solo, but on the other... "Any of you want a piece, you'll have to jump in soon!"

"B-bite my ass," Oracle mumbled, trudging along very carefully. To someone who wasn't in a urinary state of mind, it was easy to think she was simply treading lightly, to not tempt fate when the floor could fall out beneath them. There's a reason Witch was staying in the air. Now, four girls weren't likely to spill over any weight limit, but the elevated flooring did creak with their steps. A gallon of water did weigh a lot, and it seemed like multiple of them were carried through. No one said anything about it, but everyone was a little worried about the potential plummet. Needless to say, once they got out of the sky bridge hall and into a solid tower, they all breathed a sigh of relief, even if it wasn't the kind of relief some were seeking.

This second tower was identical in construction to the one they had just exited, and aside from mirror symmetry, there was only one difference: this one wasn't on fire. Though, with the way Witch flung out fire magic and knocked down lanterns, maybe that wouldn't last. For the time being, at least, the air was cooler, and far safer to breathe in heavier quantities with their frantic heaving. Though, having less reason for the heat made the sweat continuing to cascade down the faces of Empress and Oracle all the more obvious.

But, on that front, Miya was starting to catch up. Granted, she was nowhere near as athletic as her Dragonblood escorts, she was getting exhausted, but that was only the beginning. She had been tied up for a while, that said enough. Since she didn't have to concern herself with monster slaying, the princess spent her time instead worrying about other matters. She knew the castle grounds were large; if she wanted to get to safety, she still had quite the hike ahead of her.

But she didn't have to. Once the group reached the ground level of the building, Miya looked forward, to where their destination laid. The rain she had heard relentlessly as she was confined in the closet had only gotten stronger since; she'd be soaked head to toe as soon as she took a step outside. And there was nothing between here and the edge of the grounds, so if she followed her protectors' lead and went out there, she had to commit. But on the other end of the floor, while it also poured out on that side, it offered some shelter from the rain, in the form of an entrance to the expansive trenches dug below the castle for "waste collection", which would lead back out to the front. No doubt a slower path, and a vastly more unpleasant one, but it would offer more opportunity to break. If things get worse.

Time left over: 21 minutes

Condition:

  • Oracle: Bursting
  • Empress: Bursting
  • Witch: Fine
  1. Miya takes her chances with the straight shot
  2. Miya takes the security of the sewers
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  • 2 weeks later...

And things would get worse, if the trickle running down her thigh was any indication. Miya wasn't even sure if that was new, or if it had been sticking to her thigh for some time. She'd believe the latter, because she had been desperate to pee for quite some time. Like, really desperate to pee. It was only her training and decor as a princess that kept her looking composed, because if she didn't have that to fall back on, she'd be on the verge of tears.

Still, that constitution could only go so far, she would need to relieve herself soon. Better to take the route that would give her some reprieve if that time were to come before her rescue was complete. "Quickly, this way!"

The Dragonblood were all halfway out the door into the rain, they might have just gone through with their original plan to make a break for it. Honestly, the only reason Empress stopped was for a curt retort. "The way away from escape? You realize we were hired to save you, right?"

"The sewers lead underground in that direction," the princess elaborated, already climbing down into the sewers herself. "It'll be safer this way." She was about to supplement that with "and drier", referring to the lack of pouring rain, but staying dry now wasn't something she could guarantee. Her best bet to achieving that ideal goal was to make haste, so she jumped down the hole into the basement without another word. Looking between each other apprehensively, Witch shrugged and followed Miya's lead into the underground, leaving Empress and Oracle little choice but to follow that lead.

Everybody immediately regretted this decision, solely thanks to the overload to one sense: smell. Maybe if they had thought a little, they could have predicted that. But here they were, backing out now would look stupid, they just had to bear it. But they didn't have to be happy about it, and Oracle wasn't. "Ugh! I'd say it smells like shit, but that's way too literal!" Thank Atruum the smell rises, or I would have never known to hover before I hit this crap! Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Witch had the same idea, while Empress helplessly splashed as she landed. "You dropping something this rancid, Princess?!"

Though she was more down-to-earth than her position would imply, there were still certain lines she wouldn't cross. "N-no, that's not me! I don't do anything of the sort!" Miya regretted that as soon as the words exited through her throat, before they had even passed her lips. Why did I say that? If they think I don't...use the facilities, it'll be much harder to admit that I really, REALLY need to right now. She had no choice but to squeeze the groin of her kimono, applying pressure to her crotch to give herself some amount of relief. By her estimation, it bought her a few extra seconds. It would be so much easier if I weren't surrounded by reminders of other visits to the latrine.

So I suppose... Even though she tried not to think about it, she was standing in a pool of water and human waste. So what would be the harm in adding something extra, straight from the source? She certainly wouldn't be dirtying anything with this method; if anything, it would save her the worry of dirtying her outfit. There wasn't much of a downside to that solution.

But that didn't mean she would take it. No, regardless of the situation, I am a princess of Marlayus! It would simply be unacceptable to...do my business in a place such as this. It's filthy enough without me exposing myself. And if she wet herself, that would just be an unavoidable result of being held prisoner, and not something to be ashamed of. That was good, because it was looking like that was the road she'd be taking, the explanation she'd be giving to whoever was waiting to retrieve her.

On the other hand, a soaking accident would totally be the fault of a capable Dragonblood who had just kept quiet when she had plenty of opportunity to speak up and take a piss break. And Empress, nearly an adult, had no excuse. It'd be pretty humiliating for her to flood her underwear, a disaster that could have been averted if she had thought this far ahead and realized it was way less humiliating to say she needed to drain the tank earlier. Even now, it would still be less unseemly to stop and say "I seriously can't wait another minute, I gotta whiz", but it was still mortifying to some degree, so she kept her mouth shut like it wouldn't result in an accident.

Honestly, were one to sneak an upskirt with Empress's short skirt, they might believe that her accident had already happened. Even on her black panties, it was plainly obvious how saturated with urine the crotch was; the only reason the streaks down her legs weren't visible was because they had been "washed" off by the pool of water she stood in, though they were routinely renewed. Shit, I've never needed to piss anywhere close to this bad. I am seriously going to burst if we don't get the hell out of here soon. Like, an hour ago!

"Gghgh!" She was not exaggerating, she was filled to the brim and fit to bust, using all her Dragonblood strength to keep her rock-hard bladder closed. Most regular humans would have lost all will to resist a long time ago, and even if their resolve lasted this long, their physical bladder would have given out by now as well. Hell, even a Dragonblood would be pushed as far as they could go after such an extreme length of time without using the bathroom, as Empress could now attest to. Her legs were crossed at the thighs, real tight, one hand hard against her skirt. The only reason her other hand wasn't there was because of the weapon in its grip; if she shoved her right hand up there without thinking, she'd skewer herself. And even just using one less hand meant that she couldn't completely keep up with the rising tide in her body. At this rate, her wetting was an eventuality, jumping up an extra second with every hobble and waddle in her step. I'm seriously at my limit...

Nearly identical thoughts ricocheted around in Oracle's head. I'm done for... I'm going to explode all over everyone in a mess of guts and piss... Her mobility was an advantage and a disadvantage in this particular circumstance. Since Oracle didn't have to use her legs to walk or hold her weapons, every one of her limbs could be grabbing and twisting to aid in her hold, and every one of them was, twisting her body like a haphazard ball of string. The downside was, to achieve that kind of aerial freedom, she had to be hovering, something that necessitated a certain overhead of focus spent. There was only so far she could take her hold like this. Really, it was incredible that she had held this long, given that she had been holding as long as Empress had, while being almost as small as Witch, who gave up a while ago.

Gah, that shameless bitch, pissing right in front of us! I just dealt with this freaking ocean of piss, and she goes and pusses out like we weren't watching! The memory of Witch and Alba spraying the tomb floors now replayed over and over in Oracle's eyes, the sight and sound of their foamy geysers endlessly taunting her. She gave up when she only had to go that bad, when I could piss like a real dragon now! Doubled over in the air, she bit her lip and trembled, tensing her muscles until tears were squeezed from her eyes. At this point, there would be no point in keeping quiet about her desperation, because no one who saw her could possibly mistake what troubled her. Her only remaining veil of secrecy was the pitch-black domain of the sewers, only just illuminated enough by dim torches for them to have an idea where walls were. Aside from those small, flickering beacons, they couldn't see beyond their noses, especially with vision smeared and blurred by tears.

Nobody can see a damn thing, water is already sloshing around all over the place down here, none of these dumbasses would even notice if a fucking waterfall suddenly sprouted. Forcing herself to stop shivering and straighten out upright, Oracle frantically looked around, saw nothing, and knew her time had come. Pulling her hands away from her crotch, meaning she didn't have much time to get situated with what she was about to do, she clutched the side hems of her robe and raised it all up, flashing quite a lot in the darkness. That simple act was enough to get her bladder raring to go, a searing shot of white-hot urine jetting through her urethra.

"Hey, I think I see the exit up there!" Witch's shout echoed throughout the sewers, at least giving everyone else her location, announcing their potential escape had been found. No, "potential" wasn't right, it was a hatch out of the septic system back to the real world, that was evident by the pouring rain trickling down through the hole, they could all hear it. None of them knew that half the sound was instead coming from elsewhere: the healthy dribble of Oracle pee splattering as it collided with the waste water before she was able to force it to stop in the face of everyone suddenly paying attention to their surroundings. She succeeded, eventually, allowing her to experience the sensation of crashing tidal waves in her bladder to protest their continued imprisonment. Just like that, she was right back to the contorting hold curling her into a midair ball.

Thankfully, since she was placed away from a torch, she was effectively invisible, and Witch just continued on. "Is this the way out you were talking about, Princess?"

"U-um... I-I don't..." In order for a coherent thought to reach Miya's lips, it first had to swim through an endless ocean of boiling urine, because she was so full her brain was swimming in the stuff. To put it another way, she was only thinking about the overwhelming need to urinate. "I-I'm sorry, but I must have l-lost track of our position somewhere along the way." Somehow, despite all the resistance, an idea did occur to her in the moment. "P-perhaps you should take a lea... I mean, a peek first and investigate. That way, we can ensure it's s-safe before I pop... Pop out, I mean!" Please, just give me a minute alone!

It appeared that Miya's several misspeaks whizzed right over Witch's head, because she continued right on. "Got it. Oracle, Empress, let's go!"

"...I...I think I'll stay down here with the princess," Empress volunteered. "There's probably some monsters down here, best to keep her under guard until everything is clear up above." I seriously need a minute of alone time here!

"What? Come on, I've been carrying this team since we got to the castle," Witch whined. "Pull your two big weights and get up here!"

Oracle was quick to jump onto the "lazy Empress" train. "Yeah, you're being so useless, I'm beginning to wonder if you even are a true Dragonblood!" I am going to die if I can't get a damn minute to myself!

"Hey! You've been just as passive as I have!" Please just...

"You're blessed to even have an Oracle accompany you, I've earned a break from your shit!" Hurry up...

AND LET ME PISS ALREADY!

Time left over: 18 minutes

Condition:

  • Oracle: At her limit
  • Empress: At her limit
  • Witch: Fine
  1. Miya's innate wayfinding is correct
  2. Miya got distracted and turned a wrong corner somewhere
  1. Empress stays underground
  2. Oracle stays underground
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  • 3 weeks later...

Stubborn though they may be, time was not on their side, and both Empress and Oracle full well knew this fact. This was neither the time nor place to get into a big argument, lest the sewers become flooded. Honestly, the thought was less "give in already so we can get a move on", and more "am I going to have to give up first so we can all get out of here". Funny how a need to pee could make one more selfless.

Again, Empress was the one who buckled. Perhaps she lacked the same willpower that the other Dragonblood possessed. "Fine. You do it. Just get it done."

But at least Witch was in a good mood. "Good! Glad that's settled." Right away, she flew straight up, eager to get out of the sewers as quickly as possible. Oracle was still bracing herself for the jolt her bladder would experience when Witch came back down. "Come on, princess!"

Both Empress and Miya were flabbergasted. "Wait, what?!"

"It doesn't look familiar up there, so I need someone who knows the place better so we don't start going in circles."

"T-then what was point of even arguing?" Though she tried to keep her usual cold demeanor, Empress looked defeated. Now that it was pointless, a part of her considered going up as well, but a perfectly timed sudden surge of searing pain from her bladder put a stop to that idea. She couldn't jump up in this state; it was all she could manage to not grab her crotch in front of everyone.

Picking up Miya like a lovely bride, Witch ascended through the hole in the ground, with Oracle wordlessly trailing behind. One who looked very closely would be able to see a couple dribbles falling from Oracle's legs in the shaft of light from above, but at least it was only dribbles. Didn't mean she wasn't secretly scared witless of what waited to follow. All she could hope was that her ordeal was close to finished, and they'd be done with this quest real soon.

When the three girls emerged, they did indeed see the exterior of the castle. But it was still nearby, and walls surrounded them on all sides. "I don't remember passing through here on the way in," Witch spelled out.

"W-well, see..." Miya had a hard time putting words to her thoughts, especially with all the distractions. "This is actually the courtyard, on the castle grounds..."

Oracle's heart sank, heavier than her overfilled bladder, as it sunk in just what this means. "Oh, you have to be shitting me..."

"I-I may have taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way," Miya confessed. "I don't know the sewers, okay?!" It was certainly no surprise that her temper had grown short, considering...everything.

However, just being frustrated was no excuse to lash out, and she was swiftly punished for her impatience. "N-ngah!" Stumbling in her step, Miya hurriedly shoved her hands between her legs, pressing her kimono hard enough to leave indentations of her private parts in the fabric. Was she trying to be secretive about her desperation? She couldn't remember, but she couldn't be subtle about it now if she wanted to last. For a few more seconds, because the damp kimono against her genitals was not speaking well to her ability to wait.

No, I can't wait! So it's either wet myself, or... As the cold rain continued to soak into her clothes, Miya steeled her heart. Oh, it doesn't matter anymore! This was not the time to hesitate, Miya knew what she needed to do.

However, watching off on the side, Witch just saw the princess standing there after admitting a mistake. "It's no big deal, you know. We'll just circle back and... Whoa, what are you doing?!" Before she knew what was happening, before she could have possibly braced herself for something crazy, she saw the Marlayan princess scrambling to raise the hem of her kimono, pulling it up until it covered nothing more than a shirt. That's how Witch could see that, though her time in the heavy rain had left her soaking wet from head to toe, her white silk panties had a different kind of wetness, the kind that left a dark and yellowed stain on the groin. It was the kind of thing that Witch knew plenty well, given that she still had a similar patch on her underwear.

Because of this, because she knew exactly what caused that mark, it was suddenly no longer a surprise when Miya moved on to shoving her panties down, only putting the effort into sliding them past her small butt, thanks to gravity taking control once the undergarments were past the thickest part of her lower half. With a level of confidence totally unexpected for a blue-blood like her, she then dropped into a perfect squat, like she had done this sort of outdoors pee as often as seasoned adventurers would. That's when the real torrential downpour started. Put simply, Princess Miya needed to go, badly.

That may have been the gist of the sight, but it was far from the only thing one could say about it. When the Dragonblood rebels had first struck and taken the castle, Miya couldn't say she had visited the latrine "recently"; she felt no need, but knew the urge would come sooner rather than later. And when she had been tied up, left with no recourse and no one to call upon for assistance, when that need did finally arise... Well, there was nothing she could do about it. Even if one of the rebels did come to check on her, she figured it wouldn't end well if she asked to be released simply to be able to relieve herself. So, she held, on and on. It was only many hours later that the three Dragonblood on a quest came to her aid.

The princess had become a tad dehydrated in that time, so the pee spraying from between her lips was a vibrant yellow, and a surprising thickness considering her size. Much of the stream was concentrated, though a fair share came shooting off in its short flight from girlhood to ground. Were the ground dry, she would be forming a massive, rippling puddle in no time, but since the rain had already had its way, she wouldn't be making something that wasn't already there. Though, with the courtyard coated with a thin layer of rainwater already, her royal urine was able to spread much further, creating what appeared to be a huge yellow cloud, in the company of all the gray clouds reflected in the water.

It would be quite the sight no matter who it was doing their business, but it was especially incredible because it was Miya. Miya was a princess, she cared about her appearance and etiquette, so to see her pissing outdoors, it would have been impossible for anyone to believe were they not watching. This proper, polite, petite girl was gushing a massive pee in the castle courtyard, one more fitting of a man twice her height. Everybody knew that royalty needed to hold their bladders for as long as necessary without showing any discomfort, but few really thought about how much urine that resulted in by the time a break rolled around. Miya had been through that exact cycle many times.

She had done this dance, but never to this extreme. She had just been bursting, and as such, it was a geyser of boiling pee steaming as it mixed with the cold rain covering, hissing and splashing with a level of noise that assaulted her ears all the while. It was messy, with a number of rivulets tracing the folds of her flower instead of shooting outwards, sticking to her skin as they crawled to the lowest hanging curves of her rump. Even as gravity caused the most persistent drops to shake loose after a little, the wet streaks were continuously renewed by more of the hot bodily fluids.

"Haahhh..." It was demeaning, it was messy, but it was just so relieving at the same time. She never wanted to have to resort to answering nature's call out here, or anywhere she could possibly be seen by others, but in this present, it was a euphoric release. Her hard bladder softened and flattened on her stomach, a body-rending cramp in her abdomen diminished and disappeared like a tea kettle releasing its pressure in a gush of searing steam, and all that lack of pain close to her sensitive parts made her feel...things, things she had been told were improper for a lady. But she couldn't deny the truth, the truth that she was experiencing some intense bliss. Her head rolled limply while her gaze dropped, her mouth hung open as her muscles all relaxed, only able to keep her squat in position. She couldn't even get her jaw to move in a way that would form words, only sounds. "Haaaaahhhhh..."

From not so far behind, Witch was watching. Miya may have known how close the small Dragonblood was, but if she did, it was buried way in the back of her mind and of no current concern. It wasn't as if Witch was intently watching, because the embarrassment of having no choice but to urinate publicly was fresh in her mind. But it was just so...fascinating, that no matter how many times Witch tried to avert her gaze, something pulled it right back to the princess. Miya's basically the same size as me, but she's peeing so much! I guess I can't really remember how much I was going, but... Wow, that's really a lot! "Oracle, can you believe this?" She pivoted to look at her comrade instead, giving Miya a minute to herself in the process.

So she really wasn't expecting to be met with something else pee-related. Oracle had barely taken a step out of the hole, yet her eyes were positively glued to Miya. The world could be ending, and it wouldn't steal her attention. She stood perfectly still, not moving a muscle, yet her expression was one of struggle and madness. Her breathing was ragged, Witch could see her small chest heaving, with the tabard that rested above it moving in time with her sharp inhalations. As the falling rain matted the bangs of her long, white hair to her head, she shivered.

And then she moved. "Gah, you stupid shithead! You've left me no choice!" Though she knew Oracle's character, for a moment, Witch worried that Oracle had snapped, the tribulations of the day finally overwhelming her, and she would lash out at Miya for making a mistake and needing a break. But if that was Oracle's intent, her way of going about it was...unusual. Witch couldn't say she knew of a method of attack that began with gripping the front skirt of her robe.

It started to make more sense the longer she watched. With the fabric in her clenched palms, Oracle lifted the hem of her robe halfway up her midsection, stretched out past the width of her spread stance, revealing her...everything. For reasons only she knew, Oracle chose to forgo panties, despite the loose and open nature of her bottomwear, so when she lifted her robe, everything that made this Dragonblood a woman was bared for all. And it was quivering, trembling in anticipation of the flood that would soon be gushing from one of its holes. The dribbles trickling out of there were a forewarning of that.

And, just as expected, the pale yellow fountain sprang to life almost immediately, going from nothing to destructive in the blink of an eye. From a height well beyond what most girls ever saw urine flying at, Oracle's pissing rocketed to the stone ground, splattering against the rock tiles with a splashing bouncing upwards several inches from the impact. She had used toilets before, even knew how it went when she was positively bursting for one, but the hissing and splashing were leagues beyond that, even with the far lesser depth of water to reverberate the sloshing. The significant increase in elevation was a culprit, but it was fair to say her senses would still be startled no matter where this happened. Fact is, Oracle had to piss like crazy.

Which explained how so much was splashing up her bare legs. Without the strength to levitate, the impact point was directly between her planted feet; thanks to her gendered body functions, her steaming hose shot a perfectly straight, unyielding stream right in the center of the space between her boots, faster than gravity could act. She was only fortunate in that, thanks to the rain, all the pee flying up and landing on her legs was washed right off, even if that meant it was instead all flushed into her socks. Socks that were wet anyway.

Thankfully, this aim was something she could rectify. Thrusting her hips forward, Oracle leaned her upper body back, head falling even further until she was nearly swallowing rain. This all caused her urethra's angle to tilt a bit more parallel to the ground, though it made it less than halfway up to a right angle by the time the bottom of her spine began to strain and feel sore. As her posture shifted, she looked down and saw the point of impact trace a path ahead of her, yet still it refused to curve, a perfect line from pussy to pavement, even as the length of the flight increased with its outward distance. By the time her adjustments were complete, she was letting it rip three feet away from the tips of her toes, with a force just as deadly as ever.

It was now, once she was no longer painting herself with her whiz, that Oracle allowed herself to relax, really lose herself in the piss. "Oh fuck... I was holding this in way, way too long..." Though she had her pride regarding the frequency of her bathroom visits, she was smart enough to recognize her limitations on capacity and did make sure to make regular bathroom visits, even if said bathroom was a patch of dirt off the beaten path somewhere. She'd push her luck a little on longer quests, but never to this extreme. It was a mistake she'd endeavor to not repeat.

But, at least the one time she'd let slip, it resulted in ecstasy pouring through her veins. Oracle couldn't deny that, some nights at the inn, she'd be a bit of a bad roommate and do "things" with herself in her bed while Empress and Witch slept. She didn't like to admit that she didn't know what that feeling was like with another person, but she was well acquainted with the solo variation, and the sensation that rippled in her girl parts currently was indeed beyond that. If it didn't stop soon, she would risk needing to clean something else off her thighs when all was said and done.

It wouldn't end soon, not even close. A part of her would kill for a chest as big as the bladder bulge on her stomach, but even as it deflated to something closer to the actual size of her bust, her peeing just would not lose power. Every second that passed, she continued to spray a veritable river of piss. No, rivers follow a natural flow. This damn thing wouldn't budge for a dragon. It wasn't perfect on the aiming front; every one of her deep breaths caused the hose to shift, but even if she were to remain perfectly still, an impossibility given the many shudders of pleasure that shot up her back, she just didn't have the "equipment" to maintain a steady shot. Honestly, it was a miracle that she was even getting it this far away from her body.

She soon noticed, however, that the pouring pee was beginning to weaken, drawing closer to her person. Not smoothly, the occasional surge of force brought it back to its highest, but that would pass before long and go right back to the descent. The amazing part was that, only at the tail end of her business, gravity finally began to take a hold on her golden gusher, at last creating a downward bend in the liquid. Given the lake already on the courtyard floor, specifically the part of her own making, the idea that only now was reaching the end of her capacity seemed unbelievable. As in, Witch only believed it because she was watching it.

Miya, too. Oracle was taking so long, the princess had ample time to finish up, shake herself dry, pull her panties back up, make herself presentable, and wander back over. She had taken so long that every cell of her being was soaked, she wanted to just say thanks and get back underground for shelter. That was when she saw Oracle, and everything of Oracle, and... well, there was just something about it that she couldn't tear her eyes from.

It was much the same story for Empress. She had gotten tired of waiting; if she didn't act soon and get out of the sewers, her legs would never be dry again. So, sticking her Dragon Arm wire into the ceiling, she swung up and out into the open, instantly chilled to the bone thanks to the cold rain on her lightly-clothed body. And what was she greeted with, but Oracle taking quite possibly the biggest piss the world had ever seen, and Miya's rear end dribbling at the tail end of her own respectable tinkle. It was hard to tell what the greater source of water was: the sky blotted out with dark clouds spilling their contents, or two girls who needed a bathroom.

Or three. The sight of enough liquid to drown a person had a dire effect on Empress, who was already just barely keeping her head above water, so to speak. Naturally, only one thing could follow that. Before she could even think about yanking her panties down, her damp underwear was filled with a torrent of boiling urine, spraying and splattering in the razor-thin gap between her peehole and panties. A good chunk of the hose went straight through the drenched fabric and shot down straight between her legs, but just as much was tripped up by her undergarments, losing momentum and instead escaping through the legs of her bottoms, cascading down her thighs until there was more urine than skin on her smooth legs.

At the time her accident began, she had been fighting in vain by cramming her skirt hard against her groin, meaning that the black miniskirt was second only to her panties in the path of the flood. Maybe third, because she could feel the rush tickling the folds of her vulva as they stuck to her soaked undies. Outside the logical spacing of each part, it was hard to put an order to anything, given that it was all happening so fast and so thoroughly. Only a few seconds later, and it already appeared as if she had been half-dipped in a pool of urine, and the rain wasn't fast enough to wash it off.

Despite her incredible Dragonblood strength, Empress had only been wetting herself for a scant few seconds when all that strength escaped her knees, and she collapsed. Truthfully, it did hurt a bit when her shins hit the rough stone, even more so when they were soon crushed between the rock and her big butt, but that was hardly her concern, given the circumstances. At this point, her clothes were hardly an obstacle; she might as well be peeing directly onto the backs of her shins.

Other than all that, it wasn't too different from Oracle's: another absolutely bursting bladder releasing its magnitude of simmering contents in a forceful fountain. The clouded puddle grew wide, and quickly, just directly beneath her spread legs instead of a distance away. And, without any energy to move, this was how it stayed. Despite not moving, Empress had a hard time catching her breath, her ample chest heaving relentlessly as the golden puddle grew. Thanks to the short distance it had to fall, it was pretty quiet; too low to be heard by anyone other than Empress herself. With the cold shower relentlessly pouring from above chilling her to her very core, the heat of her urine seemed even hotter, as hot as a white-hot raging inferno, warming only a small circle of her being.

By the time she had begun to even feel any relief, which took longer than some full pees she'd done, Oracle had long since finished off, thrust her hips to shake off urine and leave only the clean kind of water, and dropped her robe back to its usual semi-covering herself position. She felt so much better, but there was so much shame for what she had done, she had no desire to verbalize her relief. She simply mentally noted the lack of crippling pain as "reasonably satisfying", and moved to move on. Around this time was when she noticed both Witch and Miya, their unwavering stares still yet to even attempt to not look like they were being perverts. Good thing Oracle wasn't a shy girl. "You get enough of a view? You swing that way now?"

That seemed to shake Miya out of her trance, sending her spiraling right into deflection mode. "N-no, I promise I wasn't being inappropriate! It was just... It was something I'd never seen, and it was fascinating. I mean, to do it while standing..."

"Yeah, that really was pretty amazing, Oracle," Witch began teasing. "You're basically the same size as me, yet that was a real gusher! No joke, I'm jealous!"

Despite the bitter cold, heat founds its way to Oracle's cheeks, sprouting a vibrant pink blush. "I-it's only because you're so weak! I mean, you gave in so long ago, because you 'just couldn't wait any longer'! If you had done your Dragonblood heritage proud and shown a bit of endurance, what I just let out would have been nothing!"

With a smug smirk, Witch put her hands on her hips and leaned in, though she was still a fair distance away. "Oh, 'nothing', huh? So you just flashed us and sprayed for the fun of it? I'm not sure which one of us is the pervert." Suddenly, something from behind Oracle caught Witch's eye, and she bent her torso to the side to look around her fellow Dragonblood. Seemed Miya noticed it as well, judging by her hands darting to cover her mouth in disbelief.

She couldn't just ignore that, so Oracle turned around to see what demanded so much attention. That was when she saw Empress, collapsed on the ground, limp, a barely-visible golden puddle in the water around her. It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together on what had happened to her. This time, Witch didn't seem to be in a mocking mood, and she backed off a bit. "Well, I guess it's better than that happening to you..."

"Oh dear... That's quite embarrassing," Miya muttered.

By this point, though it was impossible to see, Empress was just about finished with her peeing. Her panties were now being rinsed with sputters and dribbles of still-warm urine, doing very little to keep her underwear warm as it soaked through, now all cold water sticking the panties to her butt and girlhood. And even that light renewing of heat didn't last, as her bladder had drained to complete emptiness. Yet it still took a while for her to catch her breath. "Hah...hah... D-damn it..."

Her head remained limp, staring between her legs with half-closed eyes, seeing the dispersing cloud become more and more transparent. It was only once it had almost completely disappeared that she found some strength and lifted her head, only to be greeted with Oracle, Witch, and Miya all staring at her, with expressions that just screamed "yeah, we know". She didn't even know it was possible to go any lower, but seeing that soured Empress's mood even further. "You done?"

"I could ask the same of you," Witch replied. "But I guess that's just been the trend of everyone today."

"Yeah, I see enough of your naked pussies pissing after, like, every quest we do," Oracle grumbled. "I didn't need to see two complete strangers doing it along with you two. The only thing worse is watching you wet yourself."

In a rare moment, though she stayed soft-spoken, Empress got pretty mad. "Go fuck yourself. It only happened because you couldn't hold it and just had to let it rip."

"Ugh..." Oracle knew that she couldn't really fight back on that. She had been absolutely dying to go, and seeing Miya pop a squat had driven her way over the edge. "W-well, I was only holding it because-"

"You'd look stupid admitting defeat to some pee? Yeah, same here, I guess." Empress stood up, lifting her skirt to air out her junk a bit. Yes, everyone saw her soaked black panties, but they were all girls, and Witch and Oracle had seen what she had beneath the panties plenty of times anyway.

Miya shyly stepped into the center of the haphazard triangle the Dragonblood trio had formed. "Um, I don't want to rush you, but...now that we're done 'going', shouldn't we be going? At least, if you wish to talk, can we please get out of the rain?"

Oracle rolled her eyes. "Fine. Let's just go. I need to take a fucking bath when we get back." She trudged along, back down the hole they had come out of only two minutes prior. It felt like so much longer.

Empress was not far behind. "Me too. And do laundry."

"Oh, can you do mine too? I'm all wet, but I swear I can still feel the gross pee stain in my undies." Taking the princess by the hand, Witch took the rear, thereby spending the longest in the rain, though not being the wettest.

The stench of the sewers was a nasty jolt to everyone a second time, but with three of them no longer also stressed about their bloated bladders, it wasn't so bad to bear. In fact, all four of them could take solace in one thing, and they were all thinking it. Phew... At least I got to pee. I needed that.

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