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  1. Halloween.

    A day that, like Christmas and Birthdays, only comes once a year. A day that anybody can become anything they want for an evening and engage in the frights and thrills of the horrific and fiendish. Some choose to spend this day socialising at parties, collecting various sugary snacks from others, or simply sitting at home and marathoning horror movies while handing treats and tricks to the ghoulish visitors to their homes.

    However, some may choose to use the cover of night and anonymity to take part in questionable recreation. At this time of year, cornfields grow to their full height and create a natural maze inside of them for anyone willing to brave setting foot in the fields. This is the very situation that two girls have got themselves in to.

    Abigail and Vivi, two Highschool freshmen, decided to abuse the natural cover of the cornfields to sample some questionable beverages. Due to the legal age being a little over their current age, and the fact that their families were rather strict on upholding the overarching legislations that prevented underage drinking, both girls had to seek some form of natural cover to even consider engaging in the consumption of alcohol, and so they headed over to a local cornfield, which had previously been used to host a Harvest Festival just before Halloween.

    Vivi was dressed in a pink windbreaker jacket, which was at present unzipped, revealing a deep blue polo shirt underneath it. She also had on a pair of blue shorts, which caressed her slender and beautifully toned legs, and a pair of white and pink running shoes branded with a popular sports brand. Her light brown hair was tied in a set of small twintails on either side of her head, held in place by a set of pumpkin bobble ties. Slung over her shoulder she had a hot pink sports bag, also branded with a popular sports brand.

    Abigail had on a similar outfit, except her coat was a deep red track jacket, and her footwear was a pair of casual trainers. Her long dark brown hair was nearly held back by a small black hairband with little horns on either side of it, pointing upwards like a typical addition to any devil outfit. She didn't have any bags on her, and had her jacket done up with both her hands in the pockets on the jacket. Unlike her companion, she was feeling the cold of Autumn.

    “This is the place.” Vivi informed Abigail. “Now then, let's head inside and get started on these.”

    Vivi accentuated her statement with a little tap on her sports bag.

    “Track practice ran on a little later than I'd hoped, but we can't miss this just because some people can't pull their weight on the team.” Vivi finished.
    “I still think this is rather a bad idea.” Abigail commented, sounding a little apprehensive. “Won't our parents smell it on us when we get home?”
    “Fat chance of that if we just head up to our rooms and lock ourselves away for the night. If my Dad found out that I'd been drinking, he'd never let me hear the end of it.”
    “Yeah, but...”

    Despite the confirmation from Vivi, Abigail was still second guessing her choices. Never in her life had she even so much as seen alcohol, let alone sampled it. All she knew about it came from her classmates at school, whom often regaled people with tales of drunken capers and brutal hangovers. Most of them were possibly fabricated so they could get with the 'in' crowd, but, even so, it didn't do anything to help her views of the unpredictable drink.

    “If you wanna back out, you're more than welcome to.” Vivi lightly teased the apprehensive girl. “I'll just tell Him that you couldn't hold your drink and had an embarrassing accident. I'm sure that'll make 'It' stand to attention quicker than a soldier does to their commanding officer.”
    “D-don't tell Him that!” Abigail protested as a deep blush formed on her face. “Th-that's totally not true! I'll prove it!”
    “Gotcha...” Vivi grinned to herself.

    At that planned provocation from Vivi, both teens were set on the evening they had planned and headed deep into the Corn Maze, using the cover of the natural barricades to prevent any curious onlookers from catching on to their lawbreaking antics. When they'd reached the clearing in the centre, Vivi placed her bag on the floor, opened it up and drew out a pair of WKD Blue Bottles.

    “We'll start out small.” Vivi informed Abigail as she handed her one of the bottles. “These are only 4%, so they're as weak as they come.”

    Opening up one of the side pockets, Vivi pulled out a small Bottle opener and popped the caps of each bottle.

    “How many more you got in there?” Abigail asked.
    “Two more WKD, a 4 pack of Stella, and a Litre bottle of Smirnoff.” Vivi answered. “We probably won't get through all of them, but we can try.”
    “I-I'll do my best!”
    “This isn't cheerleader practice, Cheer Captain. We're not trying to win a game here. Just drink and enjoy the evening.”

    And so, the alcohol filled night began. The first pair of drinks took a little longer to finish off because neither of them wanted to rush in and face the consequences of intoxication too soon. When they'd cleared the first set, the others flowed more easily. Both girls got rather tipsy, giggling at one another's stupid stories and behaviour. The alcohol did the thinking for them when they started on the Stella, as they tried to down it as quickly as they could, only to fail miserably and spill most of it on themselves. They were about to start on the Smirnoff when Vivi caught the time while flicking through her phone for pictures of her Childhood friend in embarrassing situations.

    “Oh shit!” Vivi exclaimed. “I was meant to be back before eleven, and now it's going on for midnight.”
    “Vivi~ doooon't shpeak sho loud.” Abigail slurred as she pulled herself up from leaning on the Scarecrow in the field.  She was possibly the most drunk out of the pair. “You'll wake up -hic- Mishter Scharecrow.”
    “You're totally pissed, girl.” Vivi laughed at her drunken friend. “You've only had one WKD and half of a Stella.”
    “But I've outdrank Mr. Scarecrow.” Abigail protested with a small pout.  Her face was positively flushed red with drunkenness.
    “That's easy to do. We'd outdrank him before we even started.”

    Getting Abigail home in this state would be problematic to say the least, but Curfews demanded it, and Vivi had already far surpassed hers.

    “Come on, let's get you home.” Vivi chuckled to Abigail as she pulled her up onto her shoulder. Standing up was possibly not the best idea for her, as both girls soon toppled over as the alcohol caught up with Vivi, causing them to land in quite a heap on the floor, laughing like idiots as they fell.

    “Guess I'm just as bad as you.” Vivi laughed as she tried to stand up once more. “Though, I've had at least twice your count.”
    “Vivi, I gotta pee~” Abigail announced, not caring about the blatantness of her statement. She'd become quite childish from the drunkenness.
    “So have I, but let's get home.”
    “But I really gotta gooooooo.”
    “Yeah, you can go when we get home. Peeing in this field is the last thing I wanna do, and you should know better as well.”
    “Oooooooookayyyyyyyy...”

    Once Vivi had finally managed to regain her footing, supporting both a drunken Abigail and her half empty bag of alcohol, the pair started to make their way out of the field. However, due to their lack of foresight, and the mild intoxication Vivi was currently experiencing, navigating out of this maze proved more difficult than they'd expected. Vivi had somehow managed to go a full circle back to the Scarecrow twice before she'd noticed that they weren't getting anywhere.

    “Vivi, I really gotta pee now.” Abigail whined as she squirmed a little on Vivi's shoulder. “Are we out yet?”
    “No we're not.” Vivi sighed as she tried to right the squirming girl so she didn't fall flat on her face. “You're not a kid. You can hold it through one stupid maze. And stop saying it, you're making it worse for me as well.”
    “But I really, really gotta pee...”

    Abigail was too far gone in the alcohol to get any sense out of her. Eventually, after coming across the same Scarecrow for a third time, Viv just gave up.

    “This is so stupid!” She angrily complained. “Let's just bust through the corn out of here!”

    True to her word, and her short temper, Vivi just picked a single direction, which was the one the scarecrow was facing, and just charged through the corn. There was enough of it around to make up for a small amount of trampled corn. However, pushing aside all the corn wasn't easy. Plus, the mounting pressure in her bladder, and the technical deadweight on her shoulder, wasn't helping matters.

    “Vivi, I can't hold it!” Abigail suddenly announced “I'm gonna pee myself!”
    “You can't be serious!” Vivi protested. “We've only been wandering around for, like, thirty minutes!”
    “I'm really serious. It's coming ooooooouuuuuuuuutttttttt!”

    True enough, Vivi felt the side of her leg that Abigail was leaning on suddenly get warmer and wetter as a noisy splattering of pee hitting plant life echoed around the pair.
    “EW! GROSS!” Vivi exclaimed as she quickly pushed Abigail to the side, making her stumbled a little before falling on her rear, still peeing full force, on the trampled corn plants underneath her.

    “Knew this would happen.” Vivi grinned to herself as she got her phone out and began recording Abigail's complete loss of control, much to the dismay of the target. “He's gonna love this. He'll be jerking off to this tomorrow!”
    “Noooooooooo, stop recording!” Abigail retaliated as she tried to hide the rapidly growing wet patch across her blue shorts, but was evidently just flailing around as she couldn't really see the exact place through her proverbial 'Beer Goggles'.

    The explosion from Abigail lasted nearly a full minute as all the alcohol she drank that night forced its way out of her, onto her sodden shorts, and into the puddle forming on the corn under her. Seeing another losing control just made it even harder for Vivi to keep her own bladder in check as she crossed her legs and bobbed from side to side while recording, even going as far as to turn the camera on herself and record her pee-dance for the amusement, and 'material', of the recipient for this video. The alcohol possibly had some influence on her brazen display, as she wouldn't, in her right mind, even dream about doing something like this.

    Once Abigail had finished emptying her liquid reserves, she sat there, gently sobbing away, as Vivi stopped the recording and picked her up once more.

    “Don't be so down. He's gonna love this when He gets it.” Vivi tried to console her companion, though it didn't really work as expected.
    “I peed myself.” Abigail sobbed in response. “I really peed myself.”
    “Good one, Captain Obvious.”

    Now that one had found relief, all that remained was for the other to either meet the same fate, or get out of this maze in time. Thankfully, after another ten minutes of pushing on in the same direction, Vivi and Abigail made it out of the maze and back to the road they entered from. One problem solved, now one more remained.

    “Okay, let's stop here for a bit. I'm at my limit.” Vivi informed Abigail as she set her down on the kerbside and put all her focus on holding back the impending flood.
    “You should pee yourself too.” Abigail countered. “It's only fair.”
    “What?! No way in hell would I do that!”
    “Do it. You recorded me peeing myself, so fair is fair.”
    “I said no!”

    Abigail was having none of Vivi's non-compliance. With most of the drunkenness gone, Abigail could at least move enough to pounce on Vivi and tickle her all over, prompting the other girl to enter a fit of giggles and squirming.

    “Stop! You'll make me pee myself!” Vivi ordered her tickle attacker.
    “That's the whole reason I'm doing this!” Abigail retorted. “You got to see and record me peeing myself, so, as I said, it's only fair that you do it!”
    “You're drunk, girl! You don't really want this!”
    “Yes I do.”
    “Seriously, STOP! STOOOOOOOOOOP!”

    Eventually, Vivi's iron grip faltered, and a sheer torrent of urine erupted forth from her, instantly soaking her shorts and cascading down to the floor beneath her, forming a mini lake beneath her on the pavement. Abigail, with her phone already out and primed for recording, was capturing every last second, from when she started her tickle assault, to this very moment, capturing the entirety in crisp HD Quality, using the street lights as lighting.

    “He's gonna love this as well. Seeing a pee shy girl like you using your panties as a toilet over the cover of the cornfields.” Abigail taunted. “Revenge is sweet, and so will He be after He sees this.”

    With absolutely no strength left to hold back the tides, Vivi just let her bladder empty itself all over her clothes and the floor. Much like Abigail was after her loss, Vivi's post accident shock caught up to her as she gently sobbed away, looking at the lake she was making beneath her. Once around half a minute was up, the torrent died down to a stream and finished with trickles. Her blue shorts were now a deep blue and glistening in the light from the lamps, and the lower half of her polo shirt was also not saved from the flood. Thankfully, her jacket had prevent most of it from reaching anywhere else, but her clothes were still sodden, especially on the lower half.

    “Happy now?!” Vivi sulked with a sniffle.
    “Now we're equal.” Abigail answered with a smile as she stopped the recording.

    After a tense moment between the pair, each of them burst out laughing at what had just happened. They'd left for a night on the drink, only to end up wetting themselves and recording it as masturbation material for a friend. Overall, this night had been eventful, and now came the awkwardness of making it home, in pee soaked clothing, and back to their rooms without their parents noticing. Let the stealthing begin.

    Fin~

  2. Kirito
    Latest Entry

    By Kirito,

    :hi:

    With this small update, we put an end to the days of boring emoticons by introducing over 80 new Onion Head emotes!

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    They can be accessed by clicking the smiley face icon in the editor, then clicking on "Onion Heads" in the category list.
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    There are tons to choose from, and you can also find shortcodes for your favorites by hovering over them!

    So instead of having to search through the emoticon list every time you want to serenade your favorite forum members, you can just type :serenade: and your text will be automatically replaced with :serenade: !

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    Cats really don't do well on the open water. In all fairness, Blaze wasn't doing poorly on the boat Ocean Tornado. It's not like she was vehemently staying away from the boat's edges, she wasn't seasick, she wasn't shaking in terror, she was probably even a better swimmer than Sonic. The feline princess would just rather not be out in the ocean, even if it was better than being underneath the surface, and especially better than being too high above sea level. It helped that this was a stable boat, large, a cabin in the rear center of the dock, and lots of firepower.

    This was a strange adventure Blaze had found herself in. It hadn't been that long after returning to her home dimension after her previous voyage in another world, where she met Sonic the Hedgehog and his friends, they teamed up and beat Eggman Nega and his interdimensional counterpart. She had even formed a friendship with young girl Cream the Rabbit, after the two had an...exposing experience. Now, Sonic had been pulled to Blaze's dimension, and they had to secure the Jeweled Scepter, the most powerful treasure the royal family had to protect.

    “Are you doing alright, Blaze?” She turned away from looking at the empty ocean to the sound on the boat, and had to look down after that. It was Tails, the orange two-tailed fox that was Sonic's best friend. He was smart, he built the boat they were standing on among other seafaring vehicles, but he was stuck on the boat with her. They had been on their way to a hidden island to find a Sol Emerald when the craft had encountered the nefarious pirate Johnny, meaning Sonic had to take off and race him to win a Chaos Emerald. That just left Blaze and Tails. At least it isn't Marine, both thought.

    “I don't like the water, but I'll survive.” Even if she had opened up in the time since last adventure, she would still rather stay quiet now. But Tails had the same kind of youthful energy and innocence that Cream had, she'd feel bad blowing him off. This time, however, her silence wasn't due to anti-social behaviors. Watching the calm currents and waves of the deep ocean had awakened a feeling below her stomach, one she certainly recognized.

    How does this happen twice? Blaze needed to pee on the adventure while on the path to the next location. Needing to use the bathroom was not unusual for her, it always happened at least once just because the action took enough time, but she wasn't alone this time. She could wait until they reached the island, she'd be departing alone and could answer nature's call then. But she was noticing her bladder now, which meant she was already pretty desperate. At least I'm the only desperate one this time, she thought as she looked at Tails, who was looking out to the ocean, his left leg twitching. Uh-oh.

    The sounds of water were not helping Blaze's predicament, she yearned for a distraction, and it looked like Tails needed one too. “Sonic's taking a very long time. I figured the fastest thing alive would be able to finish a race faster than this.”

    “Sonic's very proud,” he responded. “If he loses, and he very well might by this Emerald race, he'll just keep challenging Johnny to rematches until he wins. It could take a while.” Very quietly, he grumbled at the end of the sentence, but Blaze still picked it up. She didn't bring it up, she already had the reason after all, she was even tempted to do the same.

    Right then, a wave of desperation hit Blaze's bladder, reminding her quite forcefully of the amount of urine she was keeping in. It hurt, now it was her turn to whimper, and she even bent at the knees just a little in response. She wouldn't grab herself, especially with Tails right there, but she really wanted to. Another distraction, now! “You're certainly a lot more articulate than Cream. How much older are you?”

    He didn't look at her this time, wanting to keep consistent focus on something, but he was at least courteous and replied. “I'm...2 years older than Cream. I'm 8, and a lot s-smARTER,” his voice cracked as he strained to finish the word. That surely must have been a similar surge of need to Blaze's, probably even greater in magnitude. While he didn't cross his legs in response either, his twin tails twisted tightly together as his stance turned shaky. Even with him looking away, probably moreso now, Blaze could still see a blush form on his muzzle and whiskers.

    Poor kid...I don't remember Cream looking this desperate. He must need to go really bad, and he isn't even mentioning it. Both from already seeing a friend in the same situation, and currently being in the same place, Blaze felt a pang of sympathy almost as painful as her bladder's strikes. Not quite, but almost. She didn't feel right making Tails suffer like he shouldn't say anything, so it was time to make her own desire known. Not like she had any ground to stand on when it came to keeping restroom visits private. “You too, huh,” she asked as she subtly rubbed her thighs together to give the hopefully perceptive fox a clue what she was referring to.

    Tails turned to her to see what she was talking about, and when he saw her wiggling, his eyes widened as he realized that she needed to pee just like him. He didn't even know how to react to that, the normally dignified and proper princess he didn't know all that well admitting she was having a certain trouble. A few seconds of frozen stillness later, Tails gave in and did what his body had been longing for, begging him to do for a while now; he crossed his legs tightly, grabbed his crotch just as hard, and bent over shaking. “S-sorry. I have to pee so much, I really can't help this anymore.”

    “I don't blame you, it doesn't feel like it'll be long before I start following your lead there. I really wish I had noticed this as a need before we set sail.”

    “I knew I had to pee before we left, but I was busy working on another project and I didn't take a break yet. Then Sonic came in and told me we were leaving, and I didn't have the courage to tell him to give me a minute.” He started dancing, as if to show how big a mistake that was.

    Yeah, he needs to pee way worse than me. Looks like it really hurts. She felt bad for the little fox, how did she end up with two kids in emergency situations? I should at least give him a hope spot. “I was planning on...you know, doing my business once we get to the island. I'm sure you can think of some excuse to come with me.”

    Tails looked at Blaze stunned, completely confused. “Why would there be a bathroom on the...oh. Never mind.” It was a simple mistake from a kid trying not to wet himself, but Blaze still rolled her eyes. Is it really that unbelievable that a girl would pee outside? “I don't know if I can make it to the island, but I'll try. I'm so tempted to go off the side of the boat.”

    Yeah, I don't blame him. If I had to pee as bad as that, I'd pee off the boat too. At least, if no one knew. Too late on that part, Blaze already knew what plagued Tails, she'd know what was up if Tails suddenly came back not dancing all over the place. But what would I do with that knowledge? Not like I'd tease him or tell anyone. Her ears perked up as she attempted to listen to anything nearby. It wasn't easy drowning out Tails' stomping, but besides that, all she heard were waves and maybe some seagulls. “You don't see Sonic or Johnny or anything on the horizon, do you?”

    Once again, Tails looked confused, but he looked to the distance to check, trying his hardest to keep his eyes open. “I-I don't see anything.”

    “Good. You go behind the cabin and...” She stopped as she realized it would be cruel to ask the kid who was having a hard enough time just standing to walk to the other end of the boat. “Actually, you stay here, I'll be back there for a few minutes. If I hear any splashing over here, or if you're acting differently when I come back, I'll ignore it.” The intention seemed obvious enough, but Tails was probably too distracted to notice the subtlety, so Blaze added a wink at the end.

    At least he caught on, but with a bladder as bursting as his, he didn't have the attention span to reply in a similarly indirect way. “Thank you so much, Blaze! It won't take long, I just...need this so much.”

    “Believe me, I get it. Just do what you have to.” Blaze turned and walked, just a little stiff, to the back side of the boat, where the cabin would block the view to the other end. Tails at least tried to wait until Blaze was out of sight, but by the time she was at least not currently looking, he started to lose it. Another push from his bladder, feeling like it was seriously about to pop, put the fox over the edge as a few little leaks found their way out, dripping onto his hands and added yellow dots to his white gloves.

    “Ah ahahah! No, not yet, I'm so close!” No time to waste anymore, he rushed as close to the hull as he could without stepping onto the barrier. Incredibly hesitantly, he untwisted his legs, shaking like sails in the wind, his tails unintentionally making the same motions. He was facing the water, the waves crashing into the boat making more pee spurt out into his hands, still gripping his privates like it'd kill him if he let go. “Just need to...let go, and you can pee. That's it, Tails. Just let go now.”

    Meanwhile, on another end of the deck, Blaze was looking out at her side of the ocean. Tails built this whole boat, she realized. He's at least earned the right to pee off it in a dire emergency like this. Things were still quiet, a little surprising, Blaze figured he wouldn't waste even a second before relieving himself. She knew she'd have to wait, so she began studying the distance to pass the time, starting to cross her legs to cope with her own building pressure. If he's okay with it, I may need to use the side of the boat after him. Nothing else on the water and Tails was out of sight, so Blaze was effectively alone. Or I could do it now. I can hold it, but I'd rather do it sooner. Just in case there's something unexpected on the island. One more look to ensure she had privacy, when suddenly she saw the white of breaking water on the horizon, a lot of it, approaching fast. Too many to be Sonic, even if Johnny was with him, so the real bad guys were the only option. “Tails! Whisker's men are coming!”

    At that moment, Tails was just removing his hands, probably seconds away from peeing. Upon hearing Blaze calling to him, he froze, losing concentration for a brief moment and leaking a little more onto the ship floor, his bladder screaming at him to not stop there. Once again, he grabbed himself and crossed his legs together, probably harder than before. “Blaze...I really don't think I can hold it any longer! Can you please take care of them?!” It didn't even matter if the robots might see, Tails just needed to pee already.

    I'm so sorry, Tails. I know you need this. “I don't know how to use any of the weapons on the ship, and my fire can only hold them off so long!” She hesitated, she really didn't want to make Tails suffer any longer than he already had. “I guess...they're still a ways off, and I can take care of a few of them! Do whatever you can until then!”

    “N-no,” he shouted back. “It takes time to arm the weapons, too much time. I...I have to wait! Get inside the cabin!” Blaze didn't quite believe that Tails was willingly giving up maybe his only chance at a bathroom break, but if they needed to protect the ship, so be it. She boosted in, a shaking Tails following what seemed like an eternity later. “Okay, hit the big red button next to the wheel to get the weapons out.”

    Blaze looked back at Tails, who had his eyes shut tight as his hips swayed in the throes of probably the worst desperation she had ever seen. And he was the one guiding Blaze. It seemed a little pathetic on her part, but she followed the direction and slammed her palm on the button. It caused doors to open on the outer hull, and gun turrets and flamethrowers emerged, joining the cannons already on the deck. “How far are they, and how fast are they moving?”

    “Uh...” She turned to check the attackers, gaining but still with distance. “They're getting closer, but they're not here yet! And they're keeping a steady forward course!”

    “Real good description,” Tails grumbled. “If you can lead your shots well enough, use the rear cannons with the small blue button beneath the wheel. When the cannons are recharging or you need the speed, use the guns with the green button to its right. When they're right on our tails, use nothing but the flamethrowers with the red button, or your own fire! When the weapon's selected, use the screen on the left to select the side of the boat to fire from and tap to target the enemies and shoot!”

    He can't even see what's happening, and he's giving me instructions like an annoying manual. But she had to follow it, or their boat might be destroyed and they would have to swim back. Impending danger wasn't enough to get Blaze to lose focus, but Tails about to wet himself a few feet from her and her own aching bladder did not make an accurate combination, so she activated the turrets, which brought up a diagram of the Ocean Tornado on what looked like an orange game controller with a screen in the middle. She quickly tapped the rear, which brought up a camera feed of Whisker's forces approaching.

    Now it was time for battle. Just to try it, she tapped on the image of the closest enemy, and the turrets fired up and shot at it, blowing it up with only a few hits. Blaze was not expecting it to be so loud, she jumped at the ringing noise of a high-velocity bullet being ejected from a giant turret, it surprised and shocked her to the point she accidentally leaked a little bit into her panties. Uh-oh, I'm getting a little too close to having an accident. We need to wrap this up quick. Even though he must have expected the sound, she saw Tails jump too, and she could only imagine he had a similar secondary reaction.

    But she had to admit, shooting these guys was kind of fun. She tapped on the next one and the bullets fired once more, blowing up another robot. She braced herself for the sound this time and stayed still, but Tails still jolted, probably because he didn't have the current fortitude to handle such a loud noise. She couldn't confirm it, but she thought she saw the edges of his gloves' palms grow yellow. It wouldn't surprise her if that was the case.

    One after another, the invaders fell to the power of Tails' guns. Things weren't getting easier for the little fox, or Blaze for that matter, so she hurriedly took out almost all of them. These guys really don't know how to dodge, to get out of the way of everything I've fired. Thank you. The last one was almost upon them, but Blaze didn't feel like using any more bullets, she had a better idea. She turned away from the controls to look out the cabin's windows at the approaching enemy, raised her right hand, pressed her thumb against her index and middle fingers, and snapped. The final robot suddenly burst into flames, not an explosion like every one before, but combustion courtesy of Blaze's natural fire. The fight was won, Blaze let out a heavy breath, and pressed her hand against her tights. Finally... “Hey Tails, we got them! You're in the clear!

    He didn't respond, he stayed completely silent. That's not good. Actually, she realized, some of the water sound wasn't from the ocean, it was behind her, in the cabin. Like liquid hitting the wooden floor. That's bad. Really bad. “Uh, Tails?” She was pretty sure what she'd find, but she still turned to look at the kid, and found exactly what she expected; Tails, hunched over, eyes closed, hands digging into his crotch, urine as golden as rings soaking into his gloves, streaming between his fingers, running through the fur on his legs, making one big puddle beneath his shoes.

    “Oh.” That's all Blaze could say. In all honesty, their conversation and plan hadn't been going on for that long, probably no more than 10 minutes, but it felt like hours of hard work and strife was lost once Tails couldn't hold it any longer. Not that she blamed him, not in the slightest, but this was the reality. He wet himself.

    Even he didn't seem to believe it. He wasn't even acknowledging it, just standing in the same position as his pee, a testament to how bursting his bladder was, flooded out. But the sound, sight, and smell couldn't be ignored. Tails didn't even wait to finish before he started apologizing. “S-sorry, Blaze. I tried, really, but it wasn't enough.”

    “I believe you. I saw how hard it was for you to hold that, I'm actually impressed you made it that long. Sorry it had to be just not long enough.” Blaze had already dealt with another kid with a full bladder, so even if Cream made it without a full-out accident, she still had experience for sympathy. And Tails was still going strong, the splattering of new urine into the puddle loud and echoing. “Wow, you...really had to pee.”

    “Absolute limit,” he whispered. Like it was accentuating that limit, it started quieting down now, his urine finally running out after over a minute of a heavy waterfall between his legs. “Ahh...” His voice trailed off, he didn't look particularly happy, but he acknowledged the empty feeling, a good kind. “At least that feels way better.” He straightened his posture, putting his hands to his side, letting Blaze clearly see the damage done. His once-white gloves were now dyed yellow on the inside, still dripping just to the side of the puddle. His fur, his crotch and down his legs, was matted and stuck together, no discoloration from his natural hue but a lot of shine. Even the ankles of his shoes had plenty of yellow soaked into them.

    That part was over, at least, but they still had more to deal with. How are we going to explain this to Sonic when he gets back? Is there even a way to hide it? Inspiration struck the cat. “Tails, I've got another idea, and this one should work out better. We need to clean this up before Sonic comes back, and you too. You get in the water, wash all that off, I got the puddle. You built this thing fireproof, right?”

    “Uh, sure. I mean, the sun canopy would burn, but I definitely made the ship with flamethrowers fireproof.” Realization hit him, why Blaze would ask about that specification. “What are you planning to burn?”

    “I'm not burning anything, I can just use my fire to evaporate the puddle. Then you'll be clean and nothing on the ship will give it away. Well, except the smell, that'll only get worse.”

    Tails considered this, moving his hand to stroke his face in thought before realizing that would be a terrible idea. “Wait until I get out of the water, that way I can deal with the smell. Until then, I'll be swimming at the front of the Ocean Tornado, so you can do whatever you want back here for a few minutes.” He winked at Blaze.

    She got it, and she smiled that she was being given the courtesy. “Thanks. Watching you go was really not making it easier on me.” She crossed her legs and bounced once.

    “It's the least I could do after you tried to help me so much.” Blaze sidestepped out of the path of the door so Tails could leave, trying his best to limit the drops falling off his body as he jumped off the back of the boat into the water, swimming around the edge to the front.

    She watched him swim away, and when the front of the ship blocked him from view, Blaze stepped to the waist-high wall of the back deck. Tails gave me a distraction, but I still could really use this pee. She had better luck than Tails, nothing in sight as she reached up to her chest and pulled her tights down, dropping them to her ankles. Her bladder, realizing she was close to letting go, leaked a few more spurts into her panties, which were thankfully black and hid the few stains. She started rubbing her thighs together to relieve some pressure until she could drop her panties too. Undressed, she positioned her hands around her privates to give herself forward force, and finally started peeing.

    Phew...that feels good. It wasn't nearly the loud splattering Tails made, but the light tinkle sound as her steady release hit the ocean's surface was satisfying. Blaze sighed as the pressure on her bladder diminished. She didn't realize it earlier because of the comparison to Tails' pain, but she needed to go pretty bad, now was a good time to take care of it. She could have held it to the island, but it wouldn't have been comfortable, peeing off the side of the boat, as crude as it seemed, was the better option. At least she had privacy this time, instead of Cream watching her. And I didn't have to see Tails' penis, either. Seeing Cream's privates was a little awkward. Didn't turn out that bad, even for Tails.

    Nearly a minute later and her stream stopped, the few remaining drops falling into her panties at her feet. I have 8 years and holding practice on him, and I still couldn't compare to Tails. She winced as she imagined how much it must have hurt to hold that much, even for her. She pulled her panties up, tights followed, and all was well. Tails swam back just then, almost like he wax waiting for her to finish, and climbed back into the boat, even more soaking but cleaner.

    “You ready to clean this up,” Blaze asked. Tails nodded, and the two walked into the cabin, leaving the doorway open and standing in front of the puddle. Blaze snapped her finger and the puddle started steaming and evaporating, as she remembered too late to cover her nose. Tails had the correct amount of foresight, he closed his nostrils and stood on the side of the puddle opposite the door, facing away from both. As the room's heat increased, his twin tails spun (somehow not propelling him forward) and blew it all off the boat. With this system, it only took a few minutes without tools until all was better. Blaze's job finished first, but Tails stopped not long after, and both of them could only detect the faintest scent after uncovering their noses.

    Tails flashed a thumbs up, and Blaze noticed that propeller spin dried him off pretty well too. “Worked out pretty well, Blaze. No evidence left!” Well, my panties are still a little wet, but no one is looking at that. “Hey...thanks for all that help. I don't know what I would have done without it.”

    “Well, you probably would have taken the first opportunity you had if you were by yourself. But I'm a princess, it's my duty to help others, and you really needed it. Just...try not to ask for my assistance like this again.” The longer until I have to help someone else with a bathroom need again, the better.

    “Don't worry. The longer until I'm in a predicament like this again, the better.” He smiled, when his gaze went downwards. “You burned the floor, I'll have to fix that when we get back to Southern Island.”

    Blaze looked too, and sure enough, the part of the wood paneling that the puddle sat upon was now blackened and charred. “Hey, don't blame me! I only had to use it because of you!”

  3. Megumin was jealous. One of the lesser stated facets of being an adventurer was drinking alcoholic beverages with the guild after a successful quest, it was a social event of merriment and camaraderie. But the arch demon that was just as much a part of the victory as Kazuma, Aqua, or Darkness just had to be underage and couldn't partake in the party. Instead, she was sitting somberly at one of the tables while her team was having all the fun.

    Well, she didn't have to be alone in her loneliness, because here came the master of exclusion, fellow crimson demon Yunyun. "Alright Megumin, this is my chance! This is the time I finally beat you!"

    Yunyun's constant need for validation and her contrasting taste to the rest of their class made her an awkward sort that chased away anyone friendly, and even similar castoff Megumin didn't want to hang out with her. But Yunyun was carrying as many full mugs as she could carry, so there was an immediate, material benefit to humoring her. "Alright then, I accept your challenge." She patted one of the many empty spots on the bench as a gesture to join.

    The friendless mage was all too happy for the company, and she sat down with the biggest smile on her face, laying her armful of wooden steins on the table. Megumin wasted no time grabbing the closest one and chugging it down. "Good, you've got the idea down! Oh, don't worry, I got non-alcoholic drinks."

    Just as quickly as she picked it up, Megumin put the drink down with a look of disgust and severe disappointment. "So what do you want to beat me in this time?"

    "Whoever can drink more wins!" She had lost the lead, so Yunyun started drinking to catch up. Against her better judgment, Megumin grabbed her mug again and resumed, slowed to a sip. She had nothing else to do, might as well prove her superiority.

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    Yunyun was at her limit. Drinking a lot in rapid succession felt awful, her stomach was feeling sick halfway through her tenth mug. "I can't do anymore," she declared, face falling on the table in an exhausted daze.

    Megumin was barely doing better. She, too, was working on her tenth, seriously considering ending it now and letting Yunyun have a second victory over her. But, for better or worse, the mage was proud, she wouldn't lose when victory was nothing beyond a drink was in her way. "Here goes..." She hesitated, she looked displeased, but she forced that final bit of liquid down her throat, and collapsed in a similar way. "Yunyun, let's make a deal," she slurred, holding out a hand towards her competitor. "Never do a food-related challenge again."

    "Deal." They very weakly shook hands and resumed being mostly dead with nothing more than anguished groaning while everyone else was allowed to enjoy themselves. Some large amount of time passed, or maybe it just felt like an eternity, and Megumin somehow found the strength to stand up, having to hold her stomach to protect against any churning. "Where are you going," Yunyun asked with the bare minimum energy.

    "Gotta use the bathroom," she answered, not caring to hide her bodily functions. "Gonna need to before all this goes through me."

    She was initially allowed to continue, but processing that statement put a new shot of energy into Yunyun, though she still wouldn't stand. "Megumin! I have another challenge for you, and this time I'm going to win!"

    "What," Megumin asked, not even trying to hide her patience long-gone.

    "Holding contest! Whoever has to relieve themselves first loses!"

    She had no reason to agree. Megumin could very easily ignore her contest and take a leak like she had planned. She wouldn't even feel guilty about blowing Yunyun off. But her life was full of bad decisions, whether she would own up to them or not. "Fine, I'll kick your ass again."

    "Come on, Megumin," Kazuma called, suddenly a part of their activities. "It's late! We're going home, and we're leaving you behind if you don't come now!"

    "Oh..." Yunyun's head fell, depressed. "Never mind, then. I'll see you another time."

    What was this emotion Megumin was feeling looking at Yunyun? She felt...bad? Was it pity? Yeah, had to be pity. "This was going to be a long term challenge anyway, I don't intend to stop because midnight has fallen. I intend to ensure you don't try and cheat, claim you won this if it was never truly decided."

    "Can you speak normal, please," Yunyun asked.

    "I know you've got nothing better, so I invite you to our lair, so that we may continue this charade."

    Megumin may be going full chuuni, but the second-hand embarrassment could not hope to quell what was possibly the happiest moment in Yunyun's life. "You're inviting me to a slumber party?!"

    "Don't call it that."

    "Aaaahhhh! Yesyesyesyesyes!" She leapt out of her seat and hugged Megumin with all she had...when she was made to realize they still had a lot of fluid clogging up their systems. She backed away to allow them both to clutch their stomachs in sickened discomfort.

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    "Ungh..." The explosion mage was doing her best not to wake up, fall back asleep, but she just couldn't. Way too much in the liquids department, and she couldn't drain them in bed. Well, she could, but it was something to be avoided. "I gotta go real bad now." She sat up, taking very special care not to jostle anything inside, ready to rush to the bathroom before she couldn't manage.

    In a more upright position, with the moon's light shining in, only then was Megumin reminded she wasn't alone, with someone else sleeping next to her. "That's right, I've still got a contest to win! I can't give up now!" But she couldn't very well continue to hold, that hard feeling in her bladder made damn sure she knew she wasn't holding more.

    So how could she still come through victorious without putting in effort? Sabotage, obviously. So long as she wasn't the first to pee, she won by default, and she had the right persuasion for the job. Her arm shot out to punch her bedmate awake, she just didn't hit the intended target, as she was made aware of when she heard a cat yelp in pain. That was Chomusuke, making his pillow on Yunyun's pillows. Still, the cry was enough to wake the mage. "Woah, what's going on?" Surprisingly, the first thing she did was pat the blanket around her lap. "Good, it's dry."

    That was the last thing Megumin was expecting to hear, and she didn't like its implications. "Were...were you expecting to wet the bed?"

    Yunyun shrieked and jumped away, not being alone was a new feeling, she forgot. "N-no, I just have to go really bad, I was worried it might happen! I certainly don't wet the bed frequently!"

    Ignoring that bit of information she didn't need to know, this was an golden opportunity. Kazuma's luck must be rubbing off. "If you're that scared, go to the bathroom now. I don't want you pissing my bed!"

    "B-but you haven't gone yet. I don't want to lose now!"

    "If you're already worried about an accident, then I'm telling you now: you're not winning. I can wait a lot longer still." That might be the biggest lie she ever told, she had no doubt Yunyun had the advantage. She might have the older body, but her mind could still be manipulated.

    "T-then...can you come with me? I don't know where the bathroom is."

    Yawning, Megumin slid out from under the warm sheets. "Sure. Come on." Yunyun might be peeing first, but Megumin would be on that toilet right after.

    Holding hands, the two mages crept through the halls. Thankfully, one of them knew the layout from plenty of late-night potty runs, so they weren't bumping into walls and wasting time. With that kind of guidance, it took almost no time to reach the bathroom, though time was still in very limited supply. No prodding necessary, Yunyun grabbed the door handle, pulled, and achieved nothing. Pushing got her nowhere as well. "I-it won't open."

    It wasn't impossible, but Megumin didn't believe it either. "Is someone in there?" She put her ear to the door to listen for sounds of life, and she heard something: puking. That needed no introduction, and her patience for it was running thin. She began banging on the door, shouting, "Aqua, get out of there now! We gotta pee!"

    The goddess didn't respond right away, she needed a few more heaves for digestive stability. "I think...I think I'm almost done. Wait a little longer?"

    She didn't want to, but it's not like Megumin could argue. The door was locked, neither girl had thieving abilities, it wasn't going to open until Aqua was finished. She whined, but stood down with her legs together. Had to look inconspicuous, Yunyun was the polite type to let another girl go first if they needed it more.

    "Ohhhh, I really need to relieve myself," Yunyun panted out. Seeing as how this sleepover was spur of the moment, she was still in her day clothes, and lightly tugging on the front of her skirt. No doubt she could certainly use the toilet right about now, but if that's how desperate she was, Megumin would never have stood a chance in a fair fight. She was currently resisting the urge to grab her pajama pants hard for that bit of sweet relief it would provide.

    And she was really wishing she could do that dance now, because control was starting to slip. A little spurt found its way into the detonation demon's dark purple panties. It was only a tiny bit, barely noticeable once it had soaked in, but it was a bad omen. It would not be long before Megumin started wetting herself now. And still, she kept quiet, denying her instincts.

    The toilet flushed, running water an awful sound to both girls, but at least it meant their drunk goddess was done. The blue-haired priest stumbled out, Yunyun made a move for the door, but stopped and looked at her friend. "Are you sure I can go first?"

    "Yes, just go!" That may have sounded too urgent, but Yunyun didn't question it and ran in, having the time to spare to lock the door. "Phew, I'm good now." With no one to watch, Megumin grabbed her crotch hard and started dancing, leaning against the wall. "Just have to wait for her to finish, she can't hold that mu-" The sound of Yunyun emptying herself into the toilet drowned her out, a splashing of a drinking contest's worth of liquids forcing their way out, And damn, was it loud. "Crap...I may have made a horrible mistake." It'd only be a minute, but it'd be a torturous one.

    At least Yunyun was enjoying herself. So many drinks gone through her body, held uncomfortably, still able to be released in a proper place, that was a good feeling. Her black panties had made it through the ordeal completely dry, too, she was kind of worried about that. With nothing to fear, she started humming as she continued her tinkle.

    Forced to listen, Megumin was just about at her limit. Her bladder was already maxed out, and making room by trickling some out, bigger and bigger each time. Her underwear was drenched, so any further drippings found their way into the fabric of her red pants, or running down her inner legs to dampen lower. It was getting really visible, and would only get worse real soon. And Yunyun was still going strong, the math wasn't working out. With one fist balled between her thighs, the other banged on the wooden door, threatening to knock it off its hinges. "Yunyun, get out of there! I need it now!"

    "H-huh?! B-but I'm not done yet!"

    "Hold the rest in! I gotta pee this second!"

    Yunyun was panicking, she had never tried to stop the flow before its natural course had been run. But if Megumin was yelling at her, she had little choice, she needed to find a way to stop. Right leg went over her left, she squeezed them together to close the passage, grinding the pee to a halt. Sighing, she uncrossed them to stand up, allowing the stream to resume at its previous power. That hope spot of quiet had been latched onto, and its anchor was not pleased it had disappeared. "Stop! Get out!"

    She wasn't stopping prematurely, so there was only one way to hurry this up. "I'm sorry, Megumin!" She took a deep breath and forced the muscles in her abdomen, unleashing her remaining urine at a much faster pace. It was deafening, and Megumin was suffering. She continued banging on the door to no avail as Yunyun did her best to empty out. At least she had already released a decent chunk of her bladder, this was draining her in no time flat. It only took a few seconds to dry up, and she hastily wiped herself and pulled her underwear back up. At least she didn't waste time flushing as she unlocked the door.

    The instant the latch clicked, Megumin forced her way into the tiny room. She didn't even ask Yunyun to leave or wait for her to do so, her glistening pants and panties came down, she dropped onto the seat, and the torrent began. Granted, that power had nothing on the previous downpour, but for a smaller girl that was just letting go instead of putting effort in, it was impressive. Yunyun couldn't imagine herself ever matching that.

    She knew it was wrong to stare, that she should leave now, but Yunyun found herself mesmerized by her friend's lack of shame. This wasn't something she had ever seen before, and Megumin was giving quite the view. Even her legs were spread apart to fully expose her privates and the clear pee erupting from them, with someone looking and the door wide open. Not like she could complain at the moment, her voice being taken up by heavy panting and some moaning.

    Feeling very awkward about what she had witnessed, Yunyun tried to leave, slowly to not startle Megumin. By then, the initial good feeling of intense relief was fading, her breathing had steadied, and she was becoming more aware of what she had let be visible, squeaking and jamming her knees together to rectify that grave mistake. Still, she didn't care that much, at least Yunyun had the same parts. She was blushing, but she looked the other mage in the eye and declared, "I win again!"

  4. “Darling, I guarantee it! That fabric you bought would make excellent linings on a dress with this material!” The fashion designer Rarity was making a suggestion to her peer, Coco Pommel, as they waited for the elevator to arrive in the lobby of the Manehattan hotel. While Coco lived in the big city, Rarity was only around for a fashion expo, giving her the chance to meet up with her friend and colleague as they shared a room.

    The blue-haired designer was considering Rarity's advice, looking over some of her purchases in the large bag containing the various sewing materials she had bought, when the elevator dinged in front of them and the silver doors slid open. The girls entered the enclosed room, hit the floor number, and rested against the glass outer walls as it began ascending.

    Normally, the view over the city was a pretty sight to look at, especially around dusk like it was now, but not today. There were dark storm clouds blocking out all light in the sky, throwing gallons of rain down on the streets, occasionally breaking the patter of drops with a piercing crack of thunder. It would be followed by a flash of lightning, not that a city needed any help with illumination. Just looking out the window, Coco could clearly see anyone under the streetlights.

    For now, anyways. More lightning brightened the view, but instead of an all-encompassing flash as it had been before, this one was a single bolt, striking something in the distance. Coco was a little startled but mostly unaffected, until the lights of the city, the streetlights, the skyscraper windows, all began going out successively, from the point of impact towards their location in an almost rhythmic pattern.

    Right on the beat, the light in the elevator flickered out as the cabin ground to a halt. Rarity, who was tired from a day of work, didn't notice any of the events leading up to this misfortune and thus needed the rundown as she lit up her horn to see. “What happened to the power?”

    “Lightning strike,” Coco replied, pointing at the spot where the impact occurred. Not that it mattered, in the darkness, neither of them could see very far without city lights, even the moon was behind the storm clouds. “Which means we're stuck.” The elevator doors were shut, and they were between floors anyway. The panel of buttons was dull, so it didn't seem like the emergency button would do much good either. They were just going to have to wait it out.

    Rarity sighed. “Isn't that just how it always is? This only holds you up when you really need to hurry.”

    “Why do you need to hurry? We're done for the day.”

    “Oh, nothing you need to worry about, darling. It's just...I quite need a visit to the little ladies' room, that's all. I'm sure I'll be fine until the power's restored.” Coco couldn't see it, but Rarity's legs shifted in their places, a subtle sign that she did certainly need the bathroom, perhaps more than she let on through the confidence in her words.

    Coco was pretty surprised to hear Rarity make mention of that. She had always acted like such a proper and dignified lady, it just didn't seem like her to even admit she used the toilet. The bonds of friendship change a girl's attitude and embarrassments, it appears. She didn't mind a girl friend knowing.

    Actually, the mention of someone close by needing to relieve themselves awakened a need in Coco. A very similar need, in fact. A whole day of wandering around the convention center, keeping hydrated, with plenty to see and little time to break, it gave plenty of time for a bladder to fill. Especially combined with an expo geared towards mares meaning the lines to the women's rooms were always long, the two had only braved the wait once when it was necessary. Wouldn't you know that they had to wait again for the same end goal in the same day.

    Did Coco need to go that badly? Not especially, she'd really like a little potty break, but she'd manage for now. She'd just need to hope somepony would either repair the power or manually get them out before either of them hit that limit. Couldn't be that long.

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    An hour in darkness made the girls kinda tired, more so than they were already, and not helped by them playing with their phones to kill time. Rarity had since let it go dark again since they didn't really need to see. But they couldn't relax, not just because the elevator floors were hard and uncomfortable, but bad things would happen if they got too lad-back. Bad, wet things.

    At the moment, poor Miss Pommel was desperate and struggling. She was hunched over in the far corner with her knees up to her face, both hands gripping the soft fabric of her panties and parts below up her skirt. She wasn't quite on the verge of peeing herself just yet, but her bladder was very full already. She was already afraid that if she didn't provide the physical barricade, there may be an accident in her immediate future.

    Rarity's predicament was hardly better. She wouldn't grab herself quite so openly, but she was standing in an opposite corner with her legs just ever so slightly pressed together, rubbing each other up and down to ease a little pressure. Was it helping? Not especially, but there was a minor difference, and that was all the coaxing Rarity needed...since no one could see her.

    So long as the only witness was a friend of hers, Rarity was going to voice her frustrations. “What in the world is holding up those repairs? Some of us have things they can't afford to wait on!” The light sound of a heel tapping rapidly on the carpeted floor echoed in the enclosed chamber.

    Coco was a quiet girl, a holdover from her time as the assistant to the demanding Suri Polomare, so it was probable that Rarity hadn't even noticed her little squeaks of desperation. She could theoretically keep it secret until the power was restored...if that was time she had. “Um, Rarity...I'm not sure I can hold out long enough.”

    The Element of Generosity was not surprised to hear the younger designer's concern. “I understand, darling. Truth be told, I'm not feeling very confident either.” Her voiced wavered off, she definitely sounded nervous, if a little more composed. “But what can we do about it? We're trapped for who knows how much longer.”

    That was a good point, the two of them were in a pretty limiting situation, they really had nothing to work with. So if she wasn't going to wait and she didn't want to pee herself... “I think I may just have to...go.”

    “Hm? Yes, I need to...relieve myself as well. Isn't that what we were talking about?”

    “No no, I mean...I need to use the corner. I really don't think I have another option, it really hurts.”

    She heard Rarity gasp, but whether it was shock or disgust she didn't know. “Coco, dear, please reconsider. I know you're better than stooping to such an incredibly demeaning level, we just need to endure!”

    “I know, I don't want to do it, I would never do something like this in any other situation, but this is an emergency!” Still sitting, Coco's legs crossed together incredibly tight, her white coat stroking her thighs as they rubbed together and caused some real friction. Just talking about how close she was to losing it was making it a self-fulfilling prophecy, causing a couple little bits of pee to squirt into her panties.

    Without a doubt, Rarity was still very much against this idea, but she could tell, Coco was suffering. They had been in this elevator for over an hour with no signs of help, no lights appearing anywhere outside to indicate the power being restored, it didn't look like their luck would change any time soon. If her friend was being serious about her need, she didn't have much of a choice but to sympathize. “I suppose...if you absolutely need to, I shouldn't stop you. Just, please try to finish quickly, for my sake.”

    Rarity had always been nice to Coco, but it still felt really nice when it happened. “Thank you so much, Miss Rarity!” Not that she technically needed the permission, but if Rarity needed to pee too, she didn't want to torture her with the sound.

    Now she needed to get into position, and that was going to be hard. Her left hand flicked its fingers across her phone screen and activated the flashlight, temporarily blinding Rarity as it shone on her for a second, before the focus was changed to the nearest elevator corner, just so she knew where it was. The light went out as Coco slowly crawled to the edge, keeping her right hand squarely in its place between her thighs, stopping when the free hand she was holding in front of her felt the wall, so she was directly facing the angle, already squatting.

    This was basically the equivalent of being in the bathroom stall, given the extraneous circumstances, but she froze from lack of courage. Quite amazing that she got this far before worry got to her, but what a surprise, she didn't want to take her underwear off with the knowledge she was not the only one sharing this enclosed space. With her weight balancing on the front halves of her feet, she began bouncing as she tried to work up the fortitude to strip a little.

    “Come on, just pull them off and go,” she whispered to herself. “I have to pee so bad, I just have to take my panties off, and then I can empty, just do that much.” She tried to tug on the clothing, but she just couldn't bring herself to remove them, like there was a physical force keeping them on. Clearly she didn't have much need for modesty, she had no issue lifting her skirt up to expose what it covered, but that last step was just too much.

    Her bladder wasn't waiting a second longer. It had already been leaking up to this point, but all control was lost as she began positively gushing with a satisfying hiss, straight down her legs as it warmed them considerably. There was no going back from this. “Oh, forget it!” She spread her knees apart to clear the liquid's path as it continued to drench her underwear on its way down to the carpet, some soaking into the soft flooring while all the rest that couldn't be absorbed fast enough pooled on the impact spot and started making one loud splashing.

    She couldn't help it, Coco moaned at the immense relief she was feeling. Her poor bladder was near to bursting just a minute ago, and now all of its contents were being forcibly ejected...onto the floor, sure, but when a girl's gotta go, right? But no matter how loud she expressed her relief, there was no way it could possibly drown out the pee sound, more like the filling of a bathtub than an overfilled mare.

    Okay, it was really good for Coco, but she wasn't the only one trapped in here. Just because Rarity had given permission didn't mean she had thought through whether she'd survive it. The sound of splashing from a few yards away was making her bladder wild, as it pulsed and shuddered under the force it was holding. Its owner, who had been working so hard to keep her composure, was now forced to reach up her dress to hold herself, just in time to feel a little warm urine jet through her thin panties onto her hands. At least she knew the dark purple color would hide a stain, though the light dress over it may not fare so well.

    She was managing, however, she was sure the urge would pass soon enough and she'd make it to the bathroom just fine. So long as nothing startled her, which means something would. There was a hum of electricity running through the ceiling, which would have been a good thing a minute before, as would the lights flickering back into order.

    Too bad Coco didn't want to see or be seen at the moment. Suddenly, her peeing was completely visible, to both herself and Rarity, never mind the possibility of someone outside suddenly able to see through the glass walls. And honestly, Coco didn't like what had been illuminated to her. Being able to see her shame suddenly reminded her that this is indeed what she had resorted to, and maybe she should have listened to Rarity telling her to wait a little longer.

    Speaking of Rarity, the new brightness gave her way more of a sight than she ever needed. Coco facing away from her with her cream-colored skirt lifted up enough to expose her butt, as her cyan panties were being dyed darker by the waterfall pouring down from the center, into the carpet so saturated, it was shining.

    “Nonononono,” Coco shouted. “Please stop please stop please stop!” She turned her head back around to Rarity, who was kind of staring. “Please, don't look!” Rarity was shaken out of the trance (in her defense, it was the reminder of her own dire need spacing her out) and promptly both closed her eyes and dramatically turned to look out the window instead, if only to make it known she wasn't enjoying the view.

    Coco tried her best to make her bladder listen and cut off the river, but there's no way it would obey now, it had just been through too much. This raging stream wasn't going to stop until there was nothing more to fuel it...which happened much sooner than she was expecting. A powerful stream combined with a bladder not exactly the biggest made for a short bathroom visit, no matter where that “bathroom” may be.

    Since there was nothing left, Coco slowly stood back up and dropped her skirt back down, making a point to walk as far away from her mess as she could, a couple drips following her...until the speaker crackled to action, startling the designer into losing the little bit left inside. “Hello, excuse me,” the low-quality PA system garbled out, “We're sorry for the wait, we've got the problem fixed and you'll be out shortly. Again, we apologize for the inconvenience.”

    Just hearing that dampened Coco's mood as she flopped into sitting next to her friend. “Isn't that just how it always is? The hold up stops when it's already too late.” She looked over Rarity, who was clearly still holding quite an amount. “You'll be fine?”

    “I mean...I'll certainly need a change in underwear when we get back to our room, but I'll manage for a couple minutes more.” She didn't want to ruin her reputation by saying it, but if the elevator wasn't moving in the next couple minutes, she would definitely be adding to Coco's pond.

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    Well, fortunately for the Element of Harmony, it didn't take long for them to start moving again, and they both ran into their room before they could be caught. Rarity was generous enough to let Coco use the bathroom first to rinse her panties out and wipe herself, though she only just barely avoided either forcing her out or bursting in to join her.

    Once the toilet was hers alone, Rarity did not waste a second or a twitch into throwing her underwear down, so close to looking like she hadn't made it, and sitting on the cold seat. Just like her friend, her body let go immediately once it knew the time had come, in probably a more powerful torrent, though comparison may have been warped by the bowl of water Rarity was rapidly filling producing one amazing echo. If Coco had held it and was waiting outside listening to that...Rarity would not blame her if she forced her way in to use the bathtub.

    The white unicorn let out a long gasp at how much relief she was feeling, it seriously sounded like she was running the sink rather than just peeing. The unrelenting cascade only slowed for a few seconds when she needed to catch her breath, and would resume its prior power once she was back to forcing it out. It took over a minute before it reduced to the level of a standard “I really need to relieve myself” bathroom visit, instead of the “I almost burst I had to pee so bad” variety she was working with. And almost another minute after that to stop entirely.

    “Thank...thank goodness,” she sighed, grabbing a square of toilet paper and delicately drying her unmentionables. She stood up, bending over to place her panties back where they belonged, until she realized she had left them in pretty sorry shape, and sliding them snugly against her privates would only exacerbate the issue. So instead, she slipped her shoes off, in her haste having forgotten to remove them before, and stepped out of the underwear.

    She grabbed the undergarment by the waistband and flushed the toilet, getting a brief look at what she had done to it. She was amazed how golden she made the previously clear water, how many foamy bubbles had formed on the surface, a true testament to the volume she expelled. Even for a girl that routinely lost herself in her work, this was without a doubt the worst she had to pee in a very long time, if the fact that she even considered the idea of doing it in the elevator wasn't proof enough.

    Rarity quickly rinsed her panties in the sink and laid the wet item next to Coco's on the edge of the bathtub, and left the room into their quarters for the weekend. Her earth pony friend had already changed into her pajamas and was laying on her bed, facing away but with a solemn posture. That was certainly enough to make her feel bad, as she began undressing to put on her nightwear as well. “You don't need to fret, darling, I promise I will not talk about the night's events to anypony. I'd rather not let my share get out.”

    “Thank you, Miss Rarity, but I'm ashamed enough that we even have to worry about that. I'm an adult making it on her own, shouldn't I have been able to hold it long enough? Instead I made a huge mess for some poor pony to deal with.”

    Rarity sat down next to her and started patting her back. “It was an emergency, anypony would have done the same thing you did. Just from what I heard, I fully believe you were at your limit. It was just bad luck.” She started thinking if it would have been better if she had purposefully wet herself with Coco, no one would ever know and her friend would feel better about herself.

    Or maybe that wouldn't have been necessary, because the earth pony rolled to face Rarity and smiled a little. “Thanks. It's just...you know, embarrassing that I couldn't make it.” She pulled herself further up the bed and began sliding under the blanket. “Let's just make an agreement to watch our drinking in the future.”

    “Deal.” Rarity stood up to let Coco fully grab the sheet and used her magic to turn the room's light off, and tucked herself into her own bed. It was late, probably time to sleep.

    Her eyes closed and about set to fall into slumber, Rarity was surprised to hear Coco talk again. “Actually, can we make another agreement?”

    “What?”

    “We should really carry empty bottles in our bags.”

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    Samantha blinked in surprise as her senses tried to grasp what had happened. It took her a second to realize where she was. Last she knew Jeremy had laid her down in his bed for a much needed nap. It seemed getting a thermometer shoved up a crevice where no thermometers been before had a way of emotionally and physically draining a person- or dog.

     

    Now she lay on the less than comfortable “cushioned” table at the Sphere center. She could tell where she was even in the darkness. She recognized the unpleasant smell of the helmets- a mixture of sweat, disinfectant, lice remover, and just a dash of teenage hopelessness. The room still spun as her equilibrium tried to catch up- a sign of being manually logged out from the outside.

     

    She felt the wires being pulled from the base of her neck. Not a painful feeling, but an uncomfortable pinch. The helmet was removed as her eyes were met with the blinding glare of the lights above her, instead of a dark room that was supposed to help with the transition. Whoever was unplugging her was breaking every rule. She wanted to groan when Tom’s head came into view, of course it was him. If it was her she’d be written up in the blink of an eye.

     

    “Sorry I had to log you out.” He said. He wore on odd expression. His blue eyes were full of worry. His lips were turned in a tight frown. “Someone from the governments looking for you.”

     

    Her heart froze for a second, before it began to thump at an increased rate. What would they want from her? Nothing good came of surprise visits from government officials-especially as a female. The last inspection had left her in tears. While not illegal for a woman to work, it was frowned upon in the eyes of the government. She didn’t fancy herself a conspiracy theorist by any means, but there was a nagging suspicion in the back of her mind. The purpose of her getting so many “inspections” over the last year was purely to break her spirit. She had come to the conclusion the hard way nothing she did would ever be good enough.

     

    She was under their microscope as they looked for any reason to fire her just so they could replace her with a male counterpart. It had been a great job, until she turned of age. Once she turned 18 a switch had been flipped. Now she was a blip on their radar as they circled overhead like a hawk waiting to swoop in the moment she took one toe out of line. And Tom wondered why she was such a hard ass.
    “Why don’t you deal with them?” She hissed. She slowly pushed herself up as the room spun.

     

    “They requested you by name.”

     

    She swore under her breath. “Well, what do they want?”

     

    “I think he’s from the drafting office.”

     

    Her stomach tightened. Acid rose in her throat that wasn’t from the vertigo. The drafting office was every girl’s worst nightmare. It was something parents hung over their heads in an attempt to make them behave. Boys were threatened with the boogieman; girls were threatened with the draft. Panic overtook her in the blink of an eye. Sam had no idea the truth to the rumors, but just the word draft was enough to put her on edge.

     

    The female draft had no affiliation to the military; it was government run matchmaking service. A drafting for marriage. The only “matchmaking” they did was pairing males with females. It didn’t matter if there was a 30 year age difference; it didn’t even matter if you’d never met before. Once you were in the system, you were assigned a partner. No if’s and’s or butt’s. All sales were final. With rumors flying left and right of forced registration of single females over 18- a category she just happened to fit to a T- she’d rather be thrown into a closet with the boogieman than face whoever was out there waiting for her.

     

    She eyed the window and tried to calculate her percentage of a successful escape as she debated making a run for it. She doubted she’d get very far in the snow.

     

    “You’d better go, Sam, he looked pretty serious.” Tom said. There was a hint of sympathy in his eyes.

     

    “What do I do?” she asked. Her voice rose and cracked with fear. Her butt was glued to the table. She could practically hear the wedding bells as an organ played, “Here Comes the Bride.” It was like nails on a chalkboard. She had never been so scared in her life. He seemed lost in thought for a moment, but his eyes suddenly shone. “What? What is it?” Sam begged. She launched herself off the table and gripped his arms. “Tell me you have an idea!”

     

    “Well, it’s not a very good idea, but we could pretend to be getting married.” He said. He shook his head, “No, that’ll never-“

     

    “Yes, please! Would you please? It could work! Pretend to be my fiancé!” she looked up at him with large desperate eyes. Could this slacker- no this man- really be her salvation? Would he of all people really do something so selfless for her? Bless this beautiful man!

     

    “Well, I suppose I could, but you owe me.” He offered his arm to her and she took it. She was glad to have him to lean on as her legs wobbled more and more the closer she got to the lobby, each step taking her closer to her doom.

     

    She took a deep breath as he opened the door revealing a man in the lobby. He wore a grey business suit with matching tie. His appearance was clean-shaven and his posture was so perfect he could balance a glass of water on his head and not spill a drop. Everything from the way he dressed to the way he held himself screamed professional. She knew he was important before he even opened his mouth.

     

    Her nerves got the best of her when his blue eyes gave her an icy cold stare. She blurted out, “Have you met my fiancé, Tom?” She nudged him forward a step. He nodded his head, but his demeanor remained unchanged. Did he not believe her? Could he see past her lie so easily? Her lunch was rising in her throat. She had to do something.

     

    “I’m Agent Cook from the-“ She couldn’t do this! He was looking right at her just waiting for her to spill the beans. How much time would she get for lying to an officer? She couldn’t go to jail! She had to convince him! It was now or never! She spun Tom around and nearly knocked him over with a forceful and awkward kiss. She had to make this believable; her life was on the line! Five seconds passed. Now ten seconds. She couldn’t breath. His mouth tasted of day old taco’s. She broke it off when the agent cleared his throat. Poor Tom looked shell shocked.

     

    “He’s my fiancé,” Sam blurted out again.

     

    “Yes, I heard you. Congratulations.” He said, in a deadpan voice. “Now as I told your fiancé, I’m Agent Cook from the Sphere Protection Program. I’m here to walk you through the pod set up for the cadet you’ll be hosting here.“ Sam stared at him blankly as her jaw hung slightly ajar.

     

    “You-You’re not from the draft office?” She sputtered out. He shook his head as the corners of his mouth twitched upwards in a slight smirk. She could hear Tom let out a snort of laughter as he covered his mouth with his hand. “Will you excuse us a minute?” She asked with a fake grin plastered on her face. She pushed Tom in the back without another word.

     

    “YOU ASSHOLE!” A loud hollow smack echoed throughout the other wise empty center. “I HOPE YOU ROT IN THE 9TH GATE OF HELL!” The man sat in silence and listened to the crashes of items being thrown before the two returned. Sam held her throbbing palm in her hand as she apologized for the wait. A bright red palm print stretched across Tom’s face as he hung his head in shame.

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    Shizuo couldn't remember what had happened the night before. He couldn't remember how he had gotten himself in some secret hideout with his wrists handcuffed to the headboard of the bed he'd woken up in. He couldn't remember a thing aside from how he'd drunk until everything blurred together and slowly faded into black nothingness.

     

    And now he regretted it, finding himself nauseous, hungover, and in need of a restroom. None of those things were particularly good, especially when he couldn't even get up.

     

    “Shizu-chan.”

     

    Of course. Of fucking course. Why wouldn't the informant be responsible for this? He hated the damn flea, and he would have crushed him right there, but with his hangover messing with his body, he would hardly even be able to find the strength to struggle. His whole body felt heavy and his muscles felt stiff. It hurt.

     

    “What the hell do you want?” Shizuo snapped back.

     

    Izaya was grinning as he sat down at the foot of the bed, one of his hands resting gently on Shizuo's leg. “I just want to play a game with you.” He unscrewed the cap of the water-bottle he had in his other hand. “Water is supposed to help with hangovers and for headaches. You probably have both.”

     

    It was true—he definitely did. But the last thing he wanted was to put any more fluids into his body. “I don't want any.”

     

    “Eh?” Izaya pressed the water-bottle to Shizuo's lips. He choked once, refusing to swallow. “But Shizu-chan, I'm only trying to help you.” He plugged Shizuo's nose with his free hand. “Drink it or you don't get to breathe.”

     

    He had no choice. He downed the bottle as quickly as he could and almost choked again on the breath he drew in immediately afterwards, which sloshed the contents of his bladder in a not so comfortable way. He glared at the informant who was smiling down at him, looking so perfectly innocent. He'd done that on purpose.

     

    After the intake of water, he realized just how full his bladder was. His hips shifted and he sucked in a sharp breath, trying to ignore the throbbing coming from his lower abdomen. He needed to get out of his restraints and he wished for once that he actually had his strength. But no—no matter if he pulled, he really couldn't make any progress.

     

    “Let me go, Izaya,” he growled, gritting his teeth.

     

    “Ah, so your strength really has failed you. Maybe it's the drugs I injected into you, or maybe that was overkill.”

     

    Oh, so he had drugs in his system, too? How much and what kind? He pulled as hard as he could at his restraints, wanting nothing more than to snap the damn flea's neck and wipe that smirk off his face. “I'm not kidding, I really— I need to...”

     

    “You need to what, Shizu-chan?”

     

    The question irritated the blond immensely—he fucking knew what. “I need to piss, dumb-ass. I think I might burst.”

     

    “Oh, will you, now?” Izaya chuckled and moved to sit on Shizuo's stomach, just above his too-full bladder, and all Shizuo could do was hope that he didn't decide to settle down a little lower. “You need to learn to control yourself. You'd be nothing more than a child having a little accident. Maybe we need to put you back in training diapers.”

     

    “Not if it's your fucking fault.”

     

    “Language, Shizu-chan. Children shouldn't be swearing.”

     

    Shizuo gave a hiss of frustration and kicked one of his legs, trying to do something, although it did nothing at all aside from shake his bladder a little. There wasn't anything he could do, and he absolutely loathed being in such a state of helplessness, being put completely at Izaya's mercy. But Izaya had no mercy, so he would be spared nothing no matter what he said or did.

     

    “And behave yourself.” Izaya scooted back a little, straddling Shizuo's sides as he decided to sit right on the blond's bladder.

     

    He couldn't help gasping and pushing his thighs together, gritting his teeth again as he took a sharp, shaky inhale. He wouldn't be able to hold on much longer at this rate.

     

    “You're not speaking anymore, Shizu-chan.” His feigned innocence resurfaced, and no one who didn't know better would never guess that it was the face of someone capable of doing the cruel things he was guilty of. But that was one of the things he was good at, looking innocent even as he did awful things.

     

    “Nothing to say.”

     

    “Could it be that you're more focused on keeping from wetting yourself? You're putting more concentration into than you are your verbal responses? Because I think that's what's going on.”

     

    He bounced once, adding way too much pressure all at once. Shizuo actually whined as a gush of urine dampened his pants, causing both a rush of embarrassment and a rush a fury, though he couldn't tell which of the two was more dominant.

     

    “These are the clothes my brother got me.” He was seething now, and he still sounded threatening even as his face was flushed with embarrassment. “Don't make me mess them up.”

     

    “Shizu-chaaaan, are you telling me what to do when I could kill you right here and now if I wanted to? Your audacity is stunning.” His innocent smile turned into a smirk and he bounced again, landing harder this time.

     

    Aah— Fuck—” He crossed his legs, feeling more urine escape him. He pressed his thighs together hard, trying to keep from continuing to leak. He really needed to go now, and his whole body was beginning to tremble with the effort it took to keep from completely wetting himself. Still, he had to keep his clothes as clean as possible...

     

    Izaya pushed himself down lower, and he could suppress a laugh as he saw that the blond had already begun making a mess of himself. “Wouldn't it be easier just to let go?”

     

    “The clothes— I can't—”

     

    The informant laughed again. “You're going to lose it one way or another, Shizu-chan. Those precious clothes of yours are going to be drenched in your pee, and there's nothing you can do about it.”

     

    It was true. But as much as he wanted just to stop trying, he couldn't help it, and he would probably have another reason to hate himself if he so easily gave into what Izaya wanted.

     

    “Let me help.” Izaya pressed his hands against Shizuo's lower abdomen and pushed down hard.

     

    Shizuo moaned, unable to keep from losing the control he was trying so hard to hold onto. There was a soft hissing sound as his pants were soaked, wetting the mattress he was lying on as well. His face was flushed deeply and his breaths were unsteady.

     

    “Oh, Shizu-chan, are you about to cry?”

     

    God, he was, and he hated himself so much. “No.”

     

    “All your ugly emotions are just the as any human's, even if you're not allowed to actually be human.” He moved to sit up on the blond's rib-cage, leaning forward so that their faces were inches apart. “You're feeling humiliated enough to want to cry, and I can see the tears beginning to form and threatening to spill down those red cheeks of yours. Your face is burning up because you've completely embarrassed yourself. And you're also absolutely furious with me, but right now, that's a less prominent emotion, stamped out by how disgusted you are with yourself. Ugly, ugly emotions... I love them so much, and in this moment, I love you just as I do my humans.”

     

    His body tensed up again, and he did his best to blink back the tears and swallow the knot in his throat. “Shut up.”

     

    “You should be grateful, Shizu-chan. I can love you when you're like this.”

     

    “I don't fucking want your love.”

     

    “Pity...” He stood up and pulled a key from his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs. “Now let's get you cleaned up, shall we?”

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    Author's Note: uhm? this has sex in it so maybe don't read this if you don't like smut with your omo

     

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    Alistair and Ruby bet on a lot of things, so whenever one of them bet the other couldn't do something, the other wasn't surprised. Not even if the comment came out of the blue, not even if it didn't quite make a lot of sense.

     

    That's why maybe Alistair shouldn't have actually choked on his drink when Ruby had placed her most recent bet: “I bet you can't hold it if we had sex. I bet you'd end up wetting all over me.”

     

    But he had choked on his drink, and he'd also been completely speechless, not really knowing what he was supposed to say in response. He'd been fidgeting for the past hour and a half but was too comfortable to get up and use the restroom—and now his roommate was taking advantage of that. He really just wanted to get up and go to the bathroom, but he always had to take her up on the things she bet. That was just how to two could get one another to do things, always without fail.

     

    “I bet I can,” he returned, though he really wasn't sure of it himself. He set down his juice and got to his feet. “I bet I wouldn't.”

     

    “Then shall we give that a test?” Her usually expressionless face held a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth. She stood up herself and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Their other roommate likely wouldn't be home for another hour—if not, longer—so they had plenty of time.

     

    Ruby locked the door behind them despite the two being home by themselves, and she pushed him up against the wall to kiss him. Her kisses were always heated and intense no matter what, and this wasn't an exception. Her hands wandered up his shirt to his chest, and she pinched his nipples, eliciting a groan from the boy.

     

    Arousal twitched in the pit of his stomach, along with an urgent need to relieve himself. He almost excused himself to do just that, but no, that would go against the little game they'd been playing for about a year now. So instead, he just took a deep breath in an attempt to keep his head clear, and he didn't do a thing to stop the girl.

     

    Her lips found their way down to his neck and she gave a rough suck. Alistair's shoulders went back and he sucked in a shaky breath. He needed to use the restroom, or else he was definitely going to end up wetting himself. Still, he let her continue, leaving hickeys on his neck.

     

    He squirmed beneath Ruby's touch, and his need to use the restroom was only getting more urgent. He probably was going to end up wetting all over her. Which would be a disaster, because then she would be disgusted with him and that wouldn't be good. But he couldn't back out now, could he? Even if he was ready to burst?

     

    She got down on her knees and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor around his ankles. His underwear was stained with a patch of pre-cum, and Ruby let out a small giggle. She teased the head of his cock through the fabric, and he let out a shaky breath. His hips wriggled just a bit, and he really needed to go relieve himself—but he also needed to win the bet.

     

    Ruby pulled down his boxers and let them fall down with his pants. He took another shaky breath, trying his hardest to stand still, but his thighs were still beginning to quiver with more than just his arousal. The girl took note of this, and though she remained expressionless as always, there was a twinkle in her eyes that meant she felt satisfied with herself. Maybe she was even teasing him a bit as well.

     

    She took off her shirt and her bra, tossing both to the side as she looked up at him. He knew what she was doing, and if he couldn't hold it, he would end up peeing all over her face. How embarrassing! He could feel his cheeks heating up just at the thought of it.

     

    After giving his cock a few pumps, she put it between her breasts and began rubbing his dick up and down. He moaned softly, hips jerking slightly at the action. Pleasure coursed through him, tightened in the pit of his stomach along with the need to use the restroom.

     

    As she continued, he could feel his release getting closer and closer and he needed to cum just as badly as he needed to pee.

     

    Ahhaah—! I'm...gonna come soon if you...ahn...k-keep going...”

     

    “Perfect,” Ruby murmured, and she would be grinning up at him if she kept her emotions displayed on her face. But she didn't, though that didn't suppress the sparkle in her eyes. She sped up her actions, causing him to let out a loud moan and squirm a bit.

     

    His hands balled into fists as he came, spurting cum onto her face and her glasses. He almost fell forward and collapsed, but he kept himself standing upright. Before he could do anything to stop it, though, urine came flooding out of him, spattering the girl's face. She closed her eyes and her mouth, and while her face remained blank, he was so certain she was disgusted and wouldn't want anything to do with him for a while.

     

    But no, there was a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips as he let out a small whimper and needed to use the wall to hold himself up. He looked down at her, face flushed, and she wiped the urine away from her eyes and mouth before she got to her feet and looked at him.

     

    “That must have felt good,” she murmured, giving him a quick peck on her cheek.

     

    He nodded, a bit breathless after what had happened, and gave a weak smile. “It did.”

     

    “Good. We should do this again sometime.”

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    Hi! My name is Kat, and well this is gonna be a story about my usual everyday life. I know I know sounds boring? Right? Well me myself know how to spice things up a bit I'm inconteint weird right? Anyways I was never always like this I remember it like it was just yesterday, since it basically was when my life did a whole 720.

     

    I was walking home like i usally do, from school obviously me being 16 I wasn't leaving school anytime soon. As I was walking home I felt a familiar feeling in my stomach and bladder, so I sped up my pace a bit noticing how bad I actually had to go. But like anybody from a big town and have to walk a minimal of two miles just to get to school and to walk back. I had to wait for those light things nobody knows the name of, you know those things that say you could walk or you can't walk, well I got stopped by tons of those. Until I felt myself leak I could feel as my panties were getting wet, as soon as it seemed like there was no cars I panicked and ran across the street til WHAM!. I felt enourmous pain and it was so unbearable I fainted, but before fainting I felt as my bladder and bowels emptied...I felt a warm tingly feeling in the front and I felt something warm and slimy slide into my pants.

     

    After god knows how long I awoke up noticing I was on a bed In a hospital. For a short moment I freaked out not being able to remember anything, when I say anything I mean anything it hurt to try and remember who I was. I looked around trying to remember what happened, then I felt a weird soft secure type of padding over my crotch.

     


    (I posted this to see who all would want me to continue I finally have a spark on my writers brain and I think this'll turn out great but I wanna ask y'all first :D )

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    Author's Note: okay so there's?? not enough enough durarara omorashi so //shrug. i really liked this idea for some reason so,,,

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    Izaya was not at all surprised to find himself kidnapped and taken to an abandoned warehouse, forced down on his knees with his hands tied behind his back. The rope bit into his wrists painfully, and he could feel the skin chafing just a bit more with each tiny movement he made. He didn't particularly mind it, if he was being honest—sometimes being kidnapped could be a fun experience. On rare occasions, he even dared to go as far as to describe it as exhilarating.

     

    On this particular occasion, however, he wasn't too pleased with the situation. He'd meant to use the restroom before, but he didn't quite manage to before he'd found himself being dragged into the back of a van. Oh well—that just meant he needed to get out sooner than usual, and he couldn't quite take his time.

     

    He wasn't quite expecting Masaomi to show up, however, but that's who entered the otherwise empty warehouse. He looked angry, and if it weren't for the gag in his mouth, Izaya would have teased him about directing rage toward himself. But now it was all for Izaya, it seemed, and he wasn't about to make any kind of negotiation.

     

    Masaomi untied the yellow scarf that acted as a gag, keeping Izaya from saying anything. He wrinkled his nose when he found it covered in saliva, but he tossed it to the side quickly.

     

    “Do you think we could hurry this up?” the informant questioned, voice light and a bit teasing as always. “I have business to attend to.”

     

    “Is that so?” Masaomi grit his teeth, grabbing a fistful of Izaya's hair and forcing him to look up. It hurt and his neck popped from the rough action, but he didn't react with anything other than a small chuckle. “What is it that's so important? And just what right do you have to ask me to do anything after everything you've already done to me?”

     

    “It's not entirely for my benefit, Kida-kun. I just thought that you'd prefer not having to clean up any kind of mess I might make.”

     

    Masaomi didn't seem to understand right away, but after a moment, he wrinkled his nose again, looking disgusted. “You better not piss yourself here.” He brought his foot up to give the informant a hard kick to the side.

     

    Izaya's bladder gave a dull throb as he fell, his head hitting the floor. All he could do was smile against the pain, unable to keep himself from wanting to upset Masaomi even further. “I told the driver to pull over to let me use the restroom first, but he didn't listen. Now whatever happens is what will happen, and if you have a problem with that, then I suggest you let me go.”

     

    “Don't. Make. A. Mess.” Masaomi brought his foot down on Izaya's chest, causing him to choke on his air for a moment.

     

    There was part of Izaya that was a bit tempted to just to spite him, but no—he wasn't willing to go quite that far. He'd prefer not to make a mess of himself, though judging by the fullness of his bladder, he likely wouldn't be able to avoid it.

     

    Masaomi gripped a handful of Izaya's hair and yanked him back up to his knees, and the informant couldn't do much else aside from grit his teeth against the pain. “Did you hear me?”

     

    “I'm not deaf, Kida-kun.”

     

    “...Shut the fuck up.”

     

    “You're the one who asked for an answer. I merely gave you what you wanted.”

     

    Masaomi glared and brought his foot down on Izaya's crotch. The informant gasped and gave a pained groan, for once not having a smart-ass comment to shoot back at the brunet. Instead, he took what he got, trying to push away both the pain and the need to use the restroom. Masaomi moved his foot up to Izaya's abdomen and pushed down, forcing another groan as his bladder tried to protest. He could feel the smallest bit of urine escape him and he would have spoken up if the brunet hadn't chosen to push harder.

     

    It hurt, but more than that, Izaya's bladder was threatening to burst from the applied pressure. He drew his legs closer together, pressing his thighs together in hopes that that would prevent any leaks.

     

    “Look at you.” Masaomi pulled Izaya's head up by his hair, balling his hand into a fist. He drew his foot back and instead focused on landing a quick blow—a punch to the face, causing an instant bloody nose. “You're a fucking mess now.”

     

    Izaya knew that. He didn't like to actually think about it, but there he was, in need of a restroom, his hair messed up, and now blood dripping from his nose over his lip and down his chin. He really was a mess, but he wouldn't ever acknowledge it. He was just fine.

     

    Masaomi put his foot right back where it had been, pressed firmly against Izaya's bladder. Izaya almost whined at the pressure, but he was above that, so he swallowed it back and instead gave a subtle squirm. His hips shifted just the tiniest bit and he couldn't help grinding down on the heel of his shoe.

     

    “Kida-kun.” His voice was a little strained, but he spoke as clearly as he could. “You told me not to wet myself, and here you are doing this. Is it that you actually want me to? Kiiiida-kun, could it be that you're a pervert, and that would turn you on?”

     

    The brunet grit his teeth and pushed his foot against the informant harder. He groaned and leaned forward, hissing through his teeth and squirming a little more. He needed to use the restroom, and he needed to go now.

     

    “Ah— Kida-kun, you really are a pervert. I bet you're going to get off on this.”

     

    “Shut the fuck up!”

     

    Masaomi drew his foot back and drove it back down hard. Izaya couldn't help moaning as he felt a spurt of urine escape, enough to soak through the crotch of his pants. The boy narrowed his eyes and took a knee, palming the informant a few times before giving an exaggerated gag.

     

    “Disgusting. You're actually starting to piss yourself.”

     

    Izaya grinned at him. “Getting handsy now, are we? Feel free to touch.”

     

    The boy was very obviously repulsed, eyebrows knitting further. “You're the one getting turned on by this. You were getting hard, weren't you? Damn pervert.”

     

    “I'm getting hard because I need to use the facilities, Kida-kun.”

     

    “Sucks to be you, then.” He pushed his foot down harder, hands balling into trembling fists.

     

    Izaya couldn't suppress a whimper, and he let out a heavy breath as warmth spilled to his thighs. God, maybe he was a little turned on by that.

     

    “I can't—”

     

    “I can see that.”

     

    There was no more reason left to try to keep himself under control. He gave a soft moan as he completely let go, soaking his pants and creating a puddle beneath himself. He gave a breathy sigh when he was finished, his face faintly flushed with just a hint of arousal.

     

    “You're still hard, huh?” Masaomi moved his foot down to Izaya's crotch, rubbing against his erection through his piss-soaked pants.

     

    The informant let out a shaky breath, rocking his hips upward to get more friction. It was at that moment that Masaomi pulled his foot away.

     

    “If you like it that much, to the work yourself.”

     

    There was no shame. In fact, the man named Izaya Orihara had no idea what that word even meant, because it was nonexistent in his vocabulary. He managed to get himself forward a few inches, and the brunet slid his foot forward a little. Izaya had no problem with straddling Masaomi's foot and grinding down on it, breaths getting heavier as he got closer to release.

     

    But Masaomi took a step back just as he was about to cum, and he smiled down at him with the most innocent look he could manage. He held two fingers up for a peace sign and stuck out his tongue. “I'll have someone untie you later. For now, sit tight, since there are places I need to be.”

     

    This would be a problem.

  6. Becca’s legs wobbled as she slowly inched forward step by step. It was agonizing and brutal. If she thought the Spp workouts were harsh, it was nothing compared to Dr. Benshin’s physical therapy circuit. She let out a groan. Her legs hurt as if they were being dissolved with acid from the inside out.
    “Just a few more steps, Becca, you’re doing great.” Dr. Benshin said. He held onto her waistband to keep her from falling. Becca wanted to let out a sarcastic laugh, but feared if she thought of anything besides her goal for even a split second, she would lose her momentum. The table on the other side of the room never looked so far away. She grunted through her clenched teeth. Sweat poured down her face and matted her hair down the sides of her cheeks. Her eyes burned with hot tears. She inched herself closer and closer to her goal.
    “Picture a big ice cream sundae waiting for you.” He said.
    “Will you rub it on my legs for me?”Becca said. He had to be the worst motivational speaker she had ever heard. Ice cream sundae? What was she, five? Besides, he knew damn well the automated system wouldn’t let her have any ice cream anymore. Oh how she missed ice cream. And bacon. It felt like all she was allowed to eat was kale and spinach. Junk food around here was like cigarettes in prison. Getting to use the toilet came at a steep price it seemed.
    Becca collapsed into the table when she made it. Her head sunk face first into the pillow. She needed to roll over, but her body felt like lead. She took several shaky breathes before letting out a groan and turning around.
    “You did it. See, you can do five laps down the hallway.” Becca moaned in response. “It wouldn’t be this hard if you’d just do the VR workouts like you’re supposed to in your room.”
    “No. No VR.”
    “It’s not good for you to stay in bed and stare at the wall all day. Wouldn’t you rather be on a beach, or fighting a dragon or something?”
    “No VR. Not. Safe.” She panted.
    “We’ve been over this. No one’s after you.” Becca closed her eyes and remained silent as way of ending the discussion. “You’ll have to get over your fears at some point.” She ignored him until he left to get her an ice blanket for her legs. She waited until she heard him walk out the door to open her eyes again. She let out a gasp. A face was staring at her mere inches away from her own.
    “He’s right you know, they won’t take you back.” Josh said.
    “Why do you keep doing this? You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
    “They have you where they want you. You’re safe.”
    “What makes you think that? How do you even know what I’m talking about?”
    He smiled a little before backing away. “Who would believe the ramblings of a mad woman?” He asked. He looked at a tablet in hands. “Delusions, violent tendencies. Oh, this looks interesting, dissociative identity disorder.”
    “Are you reading my chart?” Becca asked. She furrowed her eyebrows in anger. “How did you even get that?”
    “This place is lacking in the security department. A child could break through their settings.”
    “Well, stop it! That’s personnel.”
    “But don’t you want my help?” He asked. He smiled again at Becca’s confused expression. “You know, I haven’t seen a single sign that you have a split personality. You’ve always been Becca- expect for that time you were drugged out of your mind.”
    “I’m starting to suspect you’re as nuts as they say you are.” Becca said. She winced as she sat up making sure to keep eye contact with Josh the entire time.
    “Yeah, well, so am I.” He said. He took a seat next to her on the table.
    “Forgive me if I’m a little suspicious of anything you say, but what do you mean, ’help me?’” She eyed him as he seemed to zone out for a moment, before the light came back in his eyes.
    “Realize your childhood fantasy.” He said. Yep, this guy was nuts. Maybe she should call for Jerry. “ When I was in elementary school, when all the other brain washed saps gushed about how many kids they were going to have, there was one girl who stood out. All she talked about over and over was being a solider, and how she refused to have kids. We all thought she was crazy, of course. Our teachers called her, “un-patriotic,” I even went as far as calling her a terrorist- until she slugged me right in the jaw and knocked out my front tooth.”
    Becca narrowed her eyes. It couldn’t be… She searched his face, but she couldn’t see him. “I was a bit of a dick.” He said. “Had blond hair too.”
    “D-Derrick?” Becca asked. He nodded his head. “What are you doing in Alaska?” His smile faltered a little.
    “We’re in California.” Becca’s eyes widened. No! She was in a different state? When had they... Was she really unconscious for that long? Was that why her parents hadn’t visited her? “Welcome back. Now down to business. Do you still want to be a solider?” She turned away from him and stared at the ground.
    “What’s it matter? That’s what got me into this situation in the first place. Maybe I should have gotten married and popped out a few kids after all.”
    “That’s not the Becca I remember.” He said.
    “Yeah, well, the Becca you remember got locked up in the loony bin. What about you? What happened to the Derrick I knew?”
    “Dead. I’m Josh Langley now.” He said. There was a slight sense of pride in his smile. Not quite cocky, but not unconfident either. The look in his eyes seemed to beg her to ask, so she took the bait and asked how. He replied with, “a new chip.” Becca stared at him. A new chip? You couldn’t just swap out a chip like you would a pair of shoes. Chips are your identity. It’s how the government keeps tabs on you. To get a new chip would mean…It’s just as he said. To get a new chip would give you a new identity. But could she believe him? She was talking to someone locked in a insane asylum. Sanitarium. Wherever they were.
    “And how did you go about getting this new chip?” Becca asked. She figured she’d play along until the physical therapist came back and shooed him out. Didn’t want to piss this guy off and get shanked later.
    “Witness protection.” Josh replied. He was either oblivious or uncaring of Becca’s attempts to scoot away from him. “I’m a whistle blower.”
    “What did you witness?” Becca asked. She was at the edge of the table unable to scoot away any farther. Her legs were still jellified after the work out. If she tried to walk away she’d probably fall flat on her face.
    He paused for a moment seemingly trying to find the right words. “It’s not what I witnessed; it’s what I did. I changed sides. I worked for them, and ran. I designed the games that tormented children.”
    “I-I have to go.” Becca said. This guy was nuts!
    “I’m here searching for other survivors- like yourself. I read your file. I believe you.” She froze right before she was about to push herself off the table. Not one person had said those words to her. “You’re not crazy.”
    “But I had a split personality! I was turning into a child!”
    He cocked his head to the side for a moment before replying, “What do you mean ‘had’?”
    “Crystal and I…merged.” His eyes widened. Now it was his turn to be shocked. “I wanted to bring her back with me as her own person, but.”
    “Crystal as in… green hair, purple eyes, lifeless?”
    “Lifeless? She wasn’t lifeless, but yes, that was her.”
    “I…I know it. I’ve been running from it. That AI is a lifeless machine…What do you mean you merged?”
    Becca shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long story.” Josh persisted until she let up. “She’s not an AI. She’s my split personality.” Now it was his turn to scoot away. His eyes were wide with fear. His face ghostly pale.
    “We’ve been trying to delete that program for years! It’s a virus! It goes through the Sphere stealing information for the SPP.”
    “She’s not a virus!” Becca insisted. “She’s a person! With thoughts and feelings and…”
    “No. Crystal is a program designed to steal sensitive information from government programs and infect everything it touches. I’d know. I helped make it!” He said. His eyes were fierce. “I made many Crystal’s and unleashed them into the Sphere. Those games that traumatized kids. Where do you think they came from? I uploaded the program into a Crystal and sent it out. It would then find a suitable target meeting our criteria and infect the game they went into.”
    “That’s…that’s not possible! She was my friend! I lived with her. She had real feelings.”
    “The only thing that program knows how to do is destroy! If its infected your avatar, we need to get it out!” Josh said. He stared at her with a stern expression. He must have seen she wasn’t going to budge. Crystal was part of her! She wasn’t a program!
    He turned his attention to the tablet in his hands. He flipped through some pictures before showing her the screen. “Is this her?” She stared at the image dumbfounded.
    “Hey, you can’t be in here!” A voice called out. They looked up to see the physical therapist returning with her ice. Josh grabbed the tablet from her hands and stood up before giving Becca one last look.
    “When you can walk, meet me in my room.”
    Josh was right. That was her. At the same time though, it wasn’t. The green hair and violet eyes were unmistakable. But that picture, it was of a little girl. Was it… the same little girl that followed her all those years ago? If that Crystal was a virus, who the hell had she been sleeping next to for all those months?

  7. Sonic and his friends packed for an overnight trip. Eggman had been quiet recently, and showed no signs of appearing again sometime soon, so they decided to take a well needed trip.

     

    Knuckles had insisted on staying at Angel Island, but the others claimed it wouldn't be as much fun without him.

     

    Knuckles only had a small bag of his belongings, a spare set of gloves and shoes.

     

    Tails had upgraded the plane, so that way it could carry the five of them, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Amy, and Cream.

     

    "If this trip is a total disappointment, then I'm gonna throw your head into a wall," Knuckles growled, still upset about being forced to go. Sonic patted the echidna's shoulder, "Don't worry, Knux, it'll be fun."

     

    Knuckles still didn't think so, after the long ride there, it had gotten dark. A female wolf Mobian greeted them. "Welcome! I already picked out the rooms for you, girls in one, boys in the other, I do hope you'll enjoy your stay. Oh, and just one more thing, even though it should be none of my business, but would any of you happen to be bedwetters?"

     

    Four of the Mobians laughed, however, one stood behind them, trying to hide his blush. "That's the funniest thing I heard in years, no, I think all of us have grown past that," Sonic said. "Bedwetting does not stop as you age, it might lessen, even stop for most people, but I'm sure one of you at least have that problem, I see it all the time," the wolf replied.

     

    "Don't worry, I'm sure we can handle it, right guys?" Sonic turned to face the others, and noticed Knuckles blushing and staring at the floor. "Knuckles, you are a bed wetter?" Knuckles blushed harder, but nodded slightly, "I-i-i only get the slight phases, it just pops on and off, but y-yeah, I am...."

     

    "Don't worry, I think I can help you with that," the wolf offered.

     

    'Why do I get the feeling I'm not gonna like this?' Knuckles thought.

     

    ..........

     

    Sonic and Tails got ready for bed while waiting for Knuckles to get back, when he did, the echidna's muzzle was a brighter red than his fur. And an unmistakable thick, patterned diaper was wrapped around his waist.

     

    Chuckles and snickers forced their way out of Sonic's mouth.

     

    "I refuse to believe this, I tried to tell her that I wouldn't need the diapers, that I only get the occasional phases, but she said she didn't want to take any chances," Knuckles's voice was so quiet and full of disbelief, he almost sounded like a child.

     

    "Well, you never know what will happen, so I don't blame her for being cautious," Tails replied. Knuckles grumbled and crawled into bed.

     

    Once Sonic and Tails were asleep, Knuckles untaped the diaper from his waist and threw it into the trash, whispering, "I don't need that silly thing."

     

    He curled up under the blanket, already half asleep when he felt the urges of a filling bladder. His first thought was to get up and find a bathroom, but he was slipping deeper into sleep to care, that, and he was too comfortable to move.

     

    In his dream, he desperately needed to pee, dancing around and looking everywhere. All the bathrooms were locked, or out of order. He quickly found a single tree, making sure no one could see or hear him, he hid behind the tree and finally relieved his aching bladder.

     

    In the real world, the unmistakable sound of an emptying bladder could be heard in the silence. Urine soaked the bed sheets, staining them yellow, the puddle grew slowly, surrounding Knuckles's lower body and even reaching up to his stomach and chest. Knuckles subconsciously sighed in relief.

     

    By morning, Sonic was the first awake, the first thing he caught was the smell of urine in the air, and he looked around the room, finally spotting the wet spot in Knuckles's blanket. He quietly shook Tails awake, and then went outside to get the others.

     

    ..........

     

    Knuckles yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked up, startled to see everyone else staring down at him, none of them seemed slightly amused. "Uhh... morning...?"

     

    "Echidna, when I tell you to do something, I expect you to listen, this is what happens when you don't," the wolf growled, pulling the blanket off of Knuckles, giving him a perfectly clear view of his late night accident.

     

    "Uhhh.... ummm... Uhh.." Knuckles stuttered, unable to think of anything to say.

     

    "Well?" the wolf crossed her arms, waiting for an answer.

     

    "I don't know! I haven't wet the bed in months! I didn't know!" Knuckles exclaimed.

     

    "Why didn't you keep the diaper like you were supposed to?"

     

    "It made me feel like an actual baby, it felt strange to me and I thought I didn't need it."

     

    The others glanced at each other, all thinking the same thing. The wolf girl spoke up, "Your friends have thought of the perfect punishment."

     

    'Uh oh.'

     

    ..........

     

    "Breakfast is ready!"

     

    Sonic and the others quickly ran into the main room, Knuckles, however, just slowly walked into it, once again, trapped with a thick diaper. "All day?" he asked, still regretting what had happened.

     

    "All day," Amy confirmed.

     

    Knuckles sighed and sat down with them, the diaper crinkling and pressing against his rump.

     

    'It would've been easier if I had wore it the first time.'

     

    (Sorry it's rather short, I was tired and wanted to post something. I only own the wolf girl, everyone else belongs to Sega.)

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    It was late. The sun had long since left the horizon, leaving the inky black of night to cover the world. Inside a small house, which lay in a quiet glade, lit only by the crackling fireplace, sat a teenager- a girl. She sat at a desk, pen in hand, writing into a small notepad, speaking her words as she wrote.
    "Day forty six..
    It feels like forever ago now. Mother always told me these woods where filled with wild Pokemon. Teeming with life...but it's empty. Silent. Nobody's here, or at least...nobody I have seen. Fallen trees, marked with paint for cutting lay around the edges of the forest, and bulldozers like an army surrounding this once peaceful place. But deep inside...its like a whole different world. Everything is so green, and lush. Everything feels alive. But there are no birds in the trees, no trainers, no bugs. Just...that awful silence, so thick you can almost feel it. Where is all the life mother told me of? Where are all the Pokémon? That's what I'm determined to find out. The news say it's just...migration. But it can't be...all types at once? No way. I've been documenting everything.. I've seen only six of the native Pokemon, where there should be hundreds. The ones I've seen have looked sickly and sad..Could it be because of the forest disappearing? Being cut down? I don't know, but I will find out. Somehow.."

     

    She set down the pen, sighing as she turned to the window, and the clouds which had been covering the moon, finally allowed its ghostly light to shine through, illuminating the area in a silvery glow. The girl started as she saw a creature watching her from the edges of the trees, standing beside the largest of them. She peered closer, and saw a tail...long ears......paws.. The figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a Lucario.

     

    The girl heard a gasp pass her lips when she took in the state of the Pokémon. it's skin was stretched tight over its bones, giving it a gaunt, almost skeletal appearance. It's fur was a disarray of knots and tangles, and one of its piercing red eyes where crossed with a long healed scar. Its chest spike had obtained a web of cracks from an unknown attack-though what could have caused such damage, yet not kill the poor creature, she didn't care think about at this time. The girl slowly stood, and opened the door to her cabin.
    "H-hello. Are...you okay?"
    There was no reply, the silence of the forest becoming deafening.
    "I....I'm Alice."
    Alice took a step forward, but jerked back when the lucario bared its sharp fangs, a rolling snarl of warning coming from it.
    "H-hey! It's okay. I..I don't want to hurt you. It's freezing out here- you..you can come inside."
    All her instincts told her to run- to flee from this wild animal. Yet she knew in her heart it wouldn't hurt her.
    "You can trust me."
    The Lucario eyed her warily, before slowly walking forward. Alice smiled encouragingly, giving the Pokémon a wide space as it entered her cabin. Alice shut the door, the cold air quickly being snuffed out by the warm fire.
    "You..look hungry. I made dinner earlier- want some?"
    The Lucario showed no signs it had heard her. It was inspecting the various pictures of Alice and her family, hung on the walls.
    "Oh. That's my mom and dad."
    The Lucario gave her a questioning look, which she interpreted as asking why she wasn't with them.
    "They...they died. In a forest fire. They where trying to save the wild Pokémon inside, but..got trapped."
    The Lucario opened its mouth, briefly, as if to speak, then closed it again. Alice took note of this behavior, wondering if this could be one of the few Pokémon who chose to learn the human language..
    "So! Are you hungry?"
    All theories of it being able to speak went out the window when she recieved only a grunt in reply. Alice busied herself with heating up a bowl of soup, watching the Lucario explore her small home out of the corner of her eye. She saw it walk over to the television, and turn it on, then sit down to watch- as if it had done so a hundred times before.
    "So you've been in a house before, I'd guess?"
    She received no reply. But at this point- she honestly didn't expect to.
    "I wonder..."
    The Lucario's eyes darted towards her, silently prompting her to continue.
    "Your the first wild Pokémon I've seen who hasn't attacked me, or run
    Away. You've obviously had prior experience with humans- at least enough to know that not all of them are hunters."
    The Lucario didn't make any indication as to confirm or deny her words. Alice let the subject go, for now, seeing as she was making no progress pressing the point. Within minutes, she was serving the Pokémon. Alice hummed.
    "You know...I know a lot of Pokémon like being called by their species name, but a lot of others have nicknames. Do you have one?"
    At its sharp nod, Alice beamed.
    "Well, let's see..what could it be...is-"
    "It's Luke."
    Alice went silent, her green eyes wide in astonishment.
    "Wh-what?"
    The Lucario gave a ghost of a smile, though it's eyes where haunted,
    "I said, my name is Luke."
    _____
    Authors Note:
    If you've enjoyed this chapter, please drop a comment =) omo will be coming in soon, I promise, though likelyin the form of a flash back.
    Thank you to all whom have enjoyed this thus far!

     

    If you want your Oc (preferably a humanoid Pokemon of some sort, or even a person) to be included in this story, drop me a message here or on skype, at mewtwo393

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    A loud wail escaped the small, black-haired girl. Her crimson-colored eyes, interlaced with a cloudy, uneven purple, displayed the moment they opened, as they heard the door open wide. It was her parents.

     

    “Oh, dear, not again…” Her mother muttered.

     

    “I-it’s not my fault!” The girl sobbed. “G-Gina w-w-was doing this thing, where-”

     

    “Not this again…” Her father said, obviously fed up with the excuses. “I’ll agree with your mother that it shouldn’t be something to worry about, but wetting the bed can NOT be blamed on your sister.”

     

    “B-but she was brewing with that one th-”

     

    “Alicia!” A girl beside the first interrupted, getting out of her (notably dry) bed. “Any novice Alchemist knows brewery, while mostly used for transmuting, can be used for strengthening and weakening body parts.”

     

    “Exact-” Alicia started to say before being cut off by her sister.

     

    “-But no ingredient affects, positively or negatively, your baby bladder.”

     

    “Now Gina…” Their mother interrupted. “You’re not helping, and you’re only going to make her more upset.” The way her mother talked almost made it seem like Alicia couldn’t understand, but her mother took note of such a fact immediately and turned back to her youngest daughter. “You should also know that Gina was exposed to the fumes just as much, if not more, than you, so she’d have wet the bed if it did affect her. Just calm down and let’s clean up your mess, we’ll forget this ever happened, alright?” Alicia nodded, rubbing away her tears with her left hand as her right was tugged gently by her mother, helping her out of bed. She noticed her sister dashing for the bathroom, but Alicia didn’t speak up. After all, she had more things on her mind than that, and it wasn’t just her accident.

     

    “Twin’s Root…” She muttered in a low voice. “…no, Twin’s Root transfers an effect to a blood related sibling, it must’ve been a Water Glaive…”

     

    ~~~~~~~~~~

     

    Alicia, being 13 now, hadn’t wet her bed in years. Of course, to her dismay, it was only two. …well, one and a half, but her pride forced her to round up. …of course, her pride also made sure to discount the daytime accidents she had had (especially whilst or directly after brewing), but that was neither here nor there.
    Alicia had been growing up rather well, and being only three years younger than her sister, she had found herself following in the older sibling’s footsteps. Most notably, of course, was her profession and hobby: Alchemy.

     

    Being an Alchemist took years of study, but growing up reading about every plant and experimenting with them firsthand had made her a proficient Alchemist by her teen years, even picking up on things that her sister often overlooked. This may have been the main reason for her discovery during the years of the secret ability of the Water Glaive, a fat looking Lili pad that looked more like a balloon than a plant, which seemed to grow out in the shape of a sword, using its four points for balance and growing out one point more so than others for general growth. Alicia had noticed that, when smashing the plant, the water the drained out of it had changed with a white coloration to it (when normally being perfectly clear), though it often was disguised by the green that often rubbed out of plants (most notably grass). She had tasted it once and, not really being aware of any affect, decided it was safe. However, after ten seconds, she felt her bladder begin to quickly weaken, and she couldn’t help but realize her pants were getting drenched with pee. This odd ability was quickly noted down in her memory and never made mention to her sister. After all, this was the perfect way to make her sister understand just how much potential, not to mention power, Alicia had.

     

    But revenge came first, and thus, she kept looking for ways to make the perfect formula. After only two weeks of notes, which were followed by multiple (embarrassingly accurate) tests, she found the attributes she needed, and wrote them in a small book she kept in her coat pocket. It read, in her red pen ink:

     

    Water Glaive: After crushed, one drop induces rapid muscle weakening in the bladder, begins immediately, lasts one second per drop, strength is weak and increases per drop. NOTE: Muscles regain strength at body’s normal rate.

     

    Twin’s Root: After cooked and chopped, will make any potion effect only the closest (in years) sibling of the recipient of the potion. Minimum/maximum amount too small/big to calculate.

     

    Herald’s Folly: (I still don’t understand the story behind this name…) After Purplish liquid is extracted (often through chopping) potion that it’s applied to takes effect after 10 seconds per drop, 1 second if cooked till boiling. Notably, however, any effect caused by Glowing Salt is unaffected by this, happening immediately.

     

    Glowing Salt: (hard to manufacture, just buy it!) One pinch will induce a slight thirst. If mixed with any potion containing Water Glaive, it seems to make any water that enters the body seem to duplicate while also speeding the body’s process of using water.

     

    And this was what she needed. Four, simple ingredients, three of which found around her house and the fourth easily being bought off of any merchant (seeing as it has a much more pronounced taste than average salt). So, what better time to start working on the perfect formula than the day before her older sister’s birthday, right? So, the girl began working, and after only a few hours, she had multiple potions ready, each of which carefully measure and labeled for specific things.
    The first, being the smallest container of all (that she began drinking immediately) was timed to take an immediate, astonishing effect at night, with no hint of Glowing Salt but plent of Water Glaive.
    The second, one she also drank immediately, had a single drop of Water Glaive, yet plenty of Glowing Salt. These first to were going to be the perfect combination and work hand in hand, and already she saw her sister going for a drink of water.
    The third was in a huge vial with a label “5M” on it. This was a time delayed potion that was, while able to be displayed without anyone knowing what is was for, would cause her sister to need to drink water a little more often for five minute before her bladder would start to give out all at once, She Had plenty of that potion, so she was sure she would be having an “accident prone” older sibling soon enough.

     

    And now, the fun began. She stayed up at night, her excitement almost helping her witness her plan in full affect. It was to be her Sister’s 16th birthday that morning, and already the day before Gina had been drinking plenty of water and making plenty of bathroom trips, though only the thirst and filling of her bladder were altered from the potions that Alicia had drank (all containing Twin’s Root). Now, her sister was shifting in bed, her need under control only for a few more seconds. Alicia watched in awe as her older sister sighed in relief, a smile going across her face as her bladder emptied. Alicia tiptoed over, peeling the covers away to witness the accident that her sister her made, and she couldn’t help chuckling as she placed the covers back, tiptoing back. Alicia opened her coat pocket to reveal plenty of vials containing the time delay potion, and she laughed once more. “Happy birthday, baby…”

     

    ~~~~~

     

    Gina woke up, a smile on her face before even her eyes had opened, because why not? It was her 16th birthday, and with that, she was one step closer to being hired as a full-time Alchemist! Being 17 meant she’d have an apprenticeship, and 18 would almost guarantee the day she would be hired by some sort of church or count or whatever to brew anything and everything!
    Then, as she kicked the blankets off, she paused. The normally warm summer air was chilly on her legs, and she couldn’t figure out why until the answer made her regret asking. She, a sixteen year old girl, a year from apprenticeship, basically a woman already, had wet herself. This wasn’t even a small accident either, it was huge. Her bedsheets were stained a rather visible yellow, and already she wondered if she may even be able to rid the room of the sheets alone, much less the smell that seemed to make her mind say she was a little girl every time she inhaled.

     

    “Good morning sleepy head!” Her sister shouted, making Gina flinch. “Whoah, oh bless the gods… did you…?” The question only brought tears to the girl’s eyes, and holding her own hands seemed to be the only thing keeping her from sobbing.

     

    “A-Alicia… please… don’t tell our parents, alright?”

     

    Alicia tilted her head, a frown already on her face. “And why not? You always told them when I wet the be-”

     

    “B-but that’s different!” Gina said, almost shouting before she stopped herself. Her next words came in a whisper. “I-I’m sixteen, a-and it’s my birthday, a-and-”

     

    “-And you wet your bed like a little girl.” Alicia interrupted, causing Gina to visibly flinch. “If you want to keep me from talking… well… you have to promise me something.”

     

    “Anything!”

     

    “...You take me with you whenever I ask, got it?”

     

    “Whenever?”

     

    “Whenever, no matter how embarrassing. And the moment you say no, I’ll start telling mom and dad to check your bedsheets for stains. Maybe… maybe even your friends…”

     

    After a moment of thinking, which only proved to make Gina’s face change a few shades, she nodded. “D-d-deal!”

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    “Hey, pull over at the next fast food restaurant!” a young woman called to her driver, fidgeting a bit.

     

    “Don't listen to Kaylee,” countered her close friend, who was sitting with her in the back of their van. He grinned at the girl, poking her in the stomach. “How about we have a contest instead?”

     

    “What are you talking about, Alan?”

     

    Alan moved to sit beside his best friend and pushed his palm against her abdomen. It was hard, difficult to press down on. She yelped and slapped at his hand, which caused him to pull his arm back. He had a grin plastered on his face and he was very obviously amused.

     

    “Alan!” she squealed. “I'm going to pee if you do that!”

     

    “That's why we shouldn't pull over!” He lifted up his hoodie and the shirt beneath it to show how his abdomen was slightly swollen. “I have to use the bathroom, too. Let's see who can hold it longer.”

     

    It was probably a terrible idea, but it was thrilling all the same. They would both hold it until they absolutely couldn't anymore, and then they would burst, spilling urine into the carpet of the back of the van... But Kaylee was a rich girl and could waste some money to get it cleaned, so there was no real damage done. As long as the anime and manga collection they kept in the vehicle wasn't damaged, it would actually be quite fun.

     

    “Actually, don't pull over!” she agreed, smiling over at the driver, who shook his head and sighed at the two in the back. He was always finished with their antics before they even started up, and this was clearly no exception.

     

    Alan ran his fingers through his bleached blond hair before reaching over to the ice chest they kept with them, pulling out two cans of soda. He handed one to Kaylee as he sat back down. The can fizzed as he opened it, and he made a motion for his friend to open hers as well. “It's more fun if you're drinking something.”

     

    “It's more fun? You've done this before?”

     

    He shrugged. “I didn't have anything better to do with my time, so sure.”

     

    That meant he knew for a fact this was fun, right? So then there was even less harm done in trying it. Their interests aligned with one another perfectly, and everything one was interested in, so was the other—so the theoretical probability of her enjoying a holding contest was one hundred percent, wasn't it?

     

    She squirmed a little as she took a drink of her soda, hips wiggling as she felt a wave of desperation wash over her. Alan must have been feeling the effect of it, too, as he ground his crotch just a bit against the heel of his shoe. Still, he took a big gulp of it, grinning as he moved the can away from his lips. His gaze was taunting, as if he already knew beforehand that he was going to win the contest and she was going to lose. But she had a chance at beating him, right? Maybe his desperation would be worse than hers in the end.

     

    “I bet I'm gonna definitely beat you at this,” he teased, setting his drink down and getting on his hands and knees to get in Kaylee's face. He raised one of his hands to poke her stomach before going up to tickle the crook of her neck.

     

    She yelped and kicked at him, nailing him in hip and forcing him to fall backwards. The desperation was suddenly worse, and she jammed a hand between her legs to keep from letting anything spurt out. After a moment of squirming and gritting her teeth, she finally got herself under control and kicked the boy again. “Not fair! You can't do things like that.”

     

    He grinned again, taking another drink of his soda and looking at Kaylee triumphantly. “Who said there was rules? I bet you almost just lost it!” he chirped in a singsong tone, happily flapping his left hand a few times.

     

    “I did! Not faaaaiiiir!” She was wailing now, flailing in Alan's general direction. She huffed, but she still took another sip. She was taking smaller drinks than her friend, which probably wasn't fair, but with the move he just pulled, she couldn't find it in her to feel any guilt. Besides, if he kept drinking like he was, he was going to end up bursting long before her.

     

    “You're going too slow.” It was almost like he read her mind, motioning to the soda can in her hand. “In three, we're both gonna chug the whole thing. ...One, two, three.”

     

    She couldn't really argue with him, since she had agreed to partake in this little contest that her friend had come up with. She tipped her head back and downed her beverage without taking in a single breath before the container was empty. It left a sickish feeling in her stomach, but more than that, she really needed to use the restroom. Her hand went to her crotch and she crossed her legs, thighs pressing together tightly.

     

    Alan seemed to be struggling now as well, sitting on his foot to grind down on the heel of his shoe. His thighs were trembling as he leaned forward, teeth clenched and both hands at his slightly bulging abdomen.

     

    They seemed to be at the exact same point, and who would tip over the edge first was completely unknown. It could be either or at this point—they were both having trouble and they were both ready to burst.

     

    Desperation hit the girl hard, and she felt a bit of warmth dampen her fingertips and her palms. She must have been leaking already! Her face went red with embarrassment, and Alan definitely took note. He gave her a teasing smile, though it looked forced, like he needed to put plenty of effort into it—which he probably did, considering the state he was in.

     

    “Does that mean you've lost?” he asked, an edge of false innocence to his voice.

     

    Kaylee refused to admit defeat, but another spurt of urine gushed out and spilled through her fingers, dampening the carpet that covered the back of the van. She definitely had lost, and there was no doubt there. She even let a moan slip as more piss spurted out of her and hit the floor.

     

    “You did lose!” He ground down harder on his shoe, letting out a soft whimper as she noticed a wet patch darken the front of his pants. A heavy breath passed his lips as he leaned down even further, a moan coming from his throat. “I'm the winner, it looks like. But I bet I can last even longer! I won't...ahh...won't break until you wet yourself all the way...!”

     

    He was struggling to speak properly, but then Kaylee had nothing to say, since she was trembling and too overwhelmed by the sensation to even manage to speak.

     

    She couldn't hold on anymore, and it all came spilling out. She squeaked as urine soaked her dress and her thighs, and soaked into the carpet. It felt so good to let go, and she slumped down against the side of the vehicle once her bladder was empty.

     

    Alan, who was still trying to maintain his control, finally relaxed. He moaned loudly as piss drenched his pants and his shoe, and he seemed perfectly content sitting in a puddle of his own urine afterwards.

     

    Kaylee couldn't help giving a breathless laugh when she heard the driver mutter something about those damn kids, but he was just going to have to get used to it—she got the feeling that she and Alan were going to have plenty more “contests” in the future.

  8. Turquoise was on her way to her next session with the Diamonds. Ever since returning to Homeworld, she had to re-learn everything she had forgotten, as well as learn about the new planets and sectors that the gems had taken control over. Emerald was accompanying her diamond, Turquoise was the only person she'd ever grown to love. Turquoise reciprocated those feelings, but could not show the diamonds. The Blue Gem refused to let Emerald get banished just because of her feelings. “Turquoise!”
    “Yes, Yellow Diamond?”
    “Pay attention! You're going to be helping us watch over these sectors. I want you to be useful, so don't go day dreaming. You may be a Diamond, but you still have a lot to learn.” Turquoise nodded her head. She stared back at Emerald. Wait until later, we'll talk about it later. The Blue Gem had to repeat to herself. Emerald already had an accident, if either of them did something wrong, it would be the end of their trip.

     


    Turquoise Has Some Fun


    “Turquoise?”
    “Yes Emerald?” Turquoise was busy, working on plans to make the star Ax9B466 useful as a gem colony.
    “Do you know why the diamonds w-”
    “Wanted to replace you with a Pearl?” The Blue Gem cut off Emerald's train of thought. “Yes. Are we to talk about it now? No.” Emerald pouted.
    “I've had enough! It's been eight months since we got back, yet you barely talk to me. You rarely even ask me a question, let alone tell me to do something! What's wrong?”
    “LATER!” Turquoise turned her head, staring at her Emerald. “I'll explain later. Emerald stared at the floor, nodding her head.
    “Ok.” Turquoise looked back to the console. She had to work, she had to impress the diamonds. The Blue Gem looked up in the corner of the room. A camera's right there. It might not be them, but I know someone's watching. Emerald stared into the corner, then back to Turquoise.
    “My Di-”
    “Don't ask.”

     

     


    Turquoise walked into her living quarters. She didn't need that much, so it was just a small room with a couch on it. As the Blue gem stepped inside, her Emerald followed quickly behind. “My Diamond, may I come in?”
    “Make yourself at home.” Emerald ran up to the Blue Gem and latched her arms around the Diamond she cared so much for.
    “I'm sorry for whatever I did, I just want to be happy with you.” Turquoise turned around and kissed her clueless Emerald.
    “We're constantly being watched, the only place I can be safe about us is here, or even at your quarters. Ever since we got back, after your little accident, Yellow Diamond has stopped approving of us, even more than usual.” Emerald kissed her diamond's cheek.
    “Don't worry a bit about her.” The small, Green Gem jumped up, an idea popping into her head. “I'll go get you a drink. You need one after such a long day of work!” Turquoise nodded her head, as Emerald ran to get a cup of alcohol for The Blue Gem. What is up with her? She's been so hyper since we got back. The Diamond thought quietly to herself, waiting for the Green Gem to get back.
    There was a sudden knock at the door. “You finally back with my drink?” Turquoise looked back at the door, where she saw Emerald being held by Yellow Diamond.
    “This is your runt, isn't she? Don't let her near the drinks again, she was trying to sneak out with two cups of alcohol.” Turquoise stared at Yellow Diamond.
    “Put her down, I ordered her to get both.” Yellow Diamond stared at the lowly Turquoise.
    “Fine!” Yellow Diamond threw the Emerald on the ground. “PEARL! Bring Turquoise the two drinks we confiscated!” A Yellow Pearl walked out from behind the Diamond, and handed a tray to Turquoise. It was a small, gray, metallic tray, housing two small cups of an orange substance.
    “Thank you. Now leave me. I wish to be alone, I need to talk some sense into this Emerald.”
    “Of course. But remember to meet me later, we must discuss our plans for the next planet.”

     

     


    “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?” Turquoise yelled at the top of her lungs. She was running around the small area, making sure no one could watch, or listen in on their conversation.
    “I- You've just been working so hard, I wanted to get you the strong stuff.”
    “YOU GOT TWO CUPS! WE COULD'VE GOTTEN SHATTERED BECAUSE OF YOU BEING SO INCOMPETENT!” Emerald walked over to Turquoise.
    “My Diamond.” Turquoise looked down, only to see the top of Emerald's head. Emerald looked up, a smile in her eyes. “You have to try this shit, My Diamond.” Turquoise smiled, her smile turning into a chuckle. The chuckle turning quickly into a laugh.
    “You always know how to make me smile.” The Diamond turned around staring at the tray that was laid on the bed. She walked over, and grabbed one of the two cups, handing it to Emerald. “I know you wanted one, just take it.” Emerald blushed, nodding at her Lover's request. Slowly, she took the cup out of Turquoise's hand, and took small sips of it. Turquoise lifted the cup to her mouth, before whispering out the words, “To us.”

     

     


    Emerald was sitting on the bed, waiting for her Diamond to change. “Your meeting with Yellow D is soon.”
    “I know, I just need to find something decent to wear. These pictures aren't giving me anything to work with!” Emerald walked up to the wall, tons of human outfits were hung up by small thumbtacks.
    “How about you let me choose something?” Turquoise nodded.
    “If you choose something ugly, I'm gonna give you five across the ass.” Emerald chuckled.
    “Don't make me want to.” Turquoise walked over to, and jumped on, the bed. Emerald stared at the pictures, before ripping pieces off. She took a few pieces of tape, which was laying on the ground next to her, and put the pieces together. “How about this?”
    Turquoise looked at the crudely put together picture. There was a green skirt, with a ribbon tied around the waist. The shirt was short-sleeved, and had a blue color, with a dark green, sleeveless jacket over. There was a small green bow, barely even noticeable, locking a small bit of hair behind her head. “I believe the humans call that a pony tail. Don't know why. I just thought it looked nice.”
    “Let's drop the ponytail a bit, and we're good.” Emerald blushed, staring at Turquoise.
    “Let's get going, don't wanna be late.” Emerald smiled at her diamond. Turquoise went up in a flash, her clothes changing in an instant. She walked to the door, chuckling on her way. Emerald following close behind.
    “I'll give you that 5 later.”

     

     


    Emerald followed Turquoise, staying close behind. She didn't want anything bad happening to her, nor to herself. Turquoise kept her attention forward, her steps getting slower as she went along. Emerald had to help Turquoise stand up at times. Neither had any clue what was going on, but Turquoise had a feeling it was bad. Emerald stopped to think, then ran to catch up with Turquoise.
    “You drank the whole cup, didn't you?” Turquoise nodded.
    “Why?” Then, it hit her. The reason she was starting to loose control. She drank too much. “You gave me the strongest alcohol on homeworld. Now, I'm in dire need to piss.” As soon as it hit her, it started to dawn on her. What if I end up wetting in front of Yellow Diamond, she's going to have us both shattered. I can't do this. Turquoise kept walking, trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working. Her mind was focused on trying not to let her bowels take control of her. She was shaking, forcing her arms to stay still. Her body was swaying back and forth, her bladder full of liquid.
    “Turquoise, are yo-”
    “I'm alright, I'm fine. Let's just keep going.” Emerald blushed, she was only worried about if Turquoise was alright. She stared forward, looking at Turquoise.
    “Turquoise!”
    “I'm fine.” Turquoise stopped, her face starting to redden. She felt something starting to come out, small little spurts starting to flow from her crotch, out of her clothes. “Emerald, we have to find somewhere quiet, where we can be alone.”
    “Why?”
    “COME ON!” Turquoise grabbed Emerald's hand, as she started running. Every time her heel hit the ground, more came out. Every squirt was another slowdown point. Her bowels were acting up, her whole body was shaking, every step making it worse. Turquoise had to force herself not to burst, the pain was making her tense up, and almost made her break down. Her hands were locked in place, her mind focused on finding somewhere to pee.
    The Blue Gem tripped a few times, but Emerald was always sure to catch her. They had to keep running, Turquoise was loosing patience. She had to find somewhere, anywhere, that she could go in peace. The two gems stopped running, Turquoise turning back towards Emerald. “Do you see anywhere?” Emerald looked around, shaking her head afterward. “Come on, there has to be some place. Anywhere.” Turquoise pulled Emerald along, starting into a sprint, when she lost it.
    “Tur- My Diamond, are you ok?” The Blue Gem fell to the ground, her breath was getting heavier. Everyone turned their attention to the Diamond who had just fell. Her clothes were wet, extremely wet. Everyone could see dark spots on her dress.
    “Pick me up.”
    “What?”
    “I said, PICK ME UP!” The Emerald did as she was told. “Now take me home. I need some rest.” Emerald nodded, then jumped over the crowd, running as fast as she could back to Turquoise's quarters.

     

     


    Once the two got back, Turquoise sat down in the corner. “I know what it must have felt like, to pee in front of all those people.” Emerald blushed, Turquoise stared into her Emerald's face. “I won't let it happen again. Turquoise started to push herself up, she let out one single squirt, then she fell back to the floor. Emerald sat down, there was nothing they could do but wait. Turquoise started to let out tears., slowly letting them become audible. “There was nothing I could do. I let this happen, now we're both dead. What's wrong with me?” Emerald hopped down and hugged her Turquoise tight.
    “Nothing is, you did nothing wrong. If we have to, we can leave together. I won't let them harm you.” Turquoise smiled, and wrapped her arms around Emerald.
    “LET ME THROUGH DAMMIT!” Yellow diamond was right outside, ready to break a gem. Turquoise let go, and pushed Emerald away. Emerald jumped into the kitchen, pretending to get look for something. Yellow Diamond pushed through the door. “TURQUOISE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! WHY IS EVERYONE RIGHT OUTSIDE?” Turquoise blushed, she had nothing to say, it was just a matter of time. The sooner Yellow D. left, the sooner she could go in peace.
    “She-”
    “QUIET! You lowly emerald. I should shatter you for all the problem's you've caused me, for all the distractions you gave your diamond. I'll deal with you later.” The Big Yellow Gem turned around. “I want you to come with me right now, Turquoise! You're going to discuss this planet with-” Turquoise let out a moan. She couldn't hold it any longer, her bowels were beyond full, her stomach was cramping up, her legs were shaking, her arms grabbing her crotch.
    Turquoise tried to force herself up, but she kept falling back down. She couldn't let another leak escape, she wouldn't. Her mind filled with the want to piss, her face turned red, she was sweating, Emerald was running over to her, and Turquoise let it all out.
    Her muscles gave out, her mind went blank, she went limp, as she let every last bit of liquid flow out. She let her mind empty out, as her crotch got wetter, and warmer. As every second passed, her legs felt warm, the floor starting to fill with her pee. This is the sweet relief I've been looking for. She closed her eyes, letting her thoughts fill with nothing but bliss. Her bladder was already half empty, and she didn't want to stop there. She let go of her crotch, and let her arms fall to each side. Emerald jumped on her, hugging her like they would never see each other again. Turquoise smiled, took Emerald's hand, and pushed her crotch in with it. The Blue Gem felt as her pee started to flow out faster, stronger, in an even larger stream. She felt the puddle under her getting bigger and bigger. Everything was blank for one moment, as she let out one loud, shameless, moan. The puddle under her had reached out towards Yellow Diamond, Emerald laid her head on Turquoise's chest. Turquoise felt nothing but bliss, her arms instinctively went around Emerald, her face full of tears.
    “Don't let me go.”
    “Never, My Diamond.” Then, Emerald disappeared, her gem falling on Turquoise's chest. Yellow Diamond was visibly pissed.
    “You have disgraced all of us. I will have both of you shattered!” Turquoise looked at the Emerald on her chest, she stood up, and yelled at the Giant Yellow Gem.
    “WHY! WHY WOULD YOU EVEN TRY TO SHATTER HER! SHE DID NOTHING WRONG!”
    “You both have disgraced us, I will not let either of you leave.” Turquoise ran out of the building, Trying to find a place she could be alone. Overall, she just needed a way to get off this miserable planet. She looked around, holding the Green Gem in her hand.
    “I won't let anyone hurt you. Never again.” Turquoise looked up, and saw an old gem ship. Let's get out of here. Turquoise climbed on the ship, and made her way to the front. Starting it up, the ship lifted itself off the ground, before taking off towards earth, the only planet that Turquoise could think to go. “We'll be there soon, I promise.”

     


    Author's note: I'm done. I'm moving on to other things. I love writing, but writing about one thing gets old. I'll see you guys in other stories, and future SU stories. ♥

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    Chapter 1 - The Coffee Did It!


    Klein sat up in bed and yawned. He had the whole day in front of him, and he knew it was going to be an important day. He pulled on some jeans, then combed his medium-short black hair. Klein put on a shirt, then a jacket, and stuffed some contraptions, paper, and other things into his pockets. Today was Klein’s high school graduation day. After he graduated, he’d be given an assignment. He’d worked hard for this day, and headed out of his apartment with great anticipation.
    Sara lay in bed. And yawned. She knew today was going to be a big day. She was a little worried, though. Today she turned from a sophomore into a junior. This was the day she’d be assigned a mentor - someone who’d already graduated - to teach her. What if Sara didn’t like her? What if the mentor didn’t like Sara? She decided that the best thing she could do would be to make a good first impression. She brushed her shoulder-length brown hair, put on a bit of makeup, pulled on her skirt, and slipped on her shirt. Sara checked herself in the mirror. Butt covered enough by skirt? Check. Decently large breasts accentuated by shirt? Check. She made sure to drink a bit of coffee before she finally ventured out of her dorm, and made a beeline for school.

     

    A few hours later…

     

    “Congratulations to you all! I hope you do your best, and have a wonderful new school year!” The principal’s voice boomed through the loudspeakers. “Route Primary Magic is glad to have you all as students!”
    Did I forget to mention this was a Magic school? And that Klein, Sara, and all the other students are Magicians? Everyone had just moved up a grade, and the second half of the school year was starting.
    “Students!” The principal called. “Please go quickly to your respective sign-up areas. “Graduates to Assignment Receiving. Juniors to Mentoring. Sophomores to special course sign-up. Freshmen to orientation and physical exams.”
    Sara filed out the door with the other students, and proceeded to wait in a large room until she got her mentor. All the other juniors were there, too. There were only about fifty of them, and most people knew most other people. “I hope we all get the same mentor!” Sara heard a group of friends saying.
    The speakers crackled. “Sara Ari. Sara Ari. Please come to the office to receive your mentor.”

     

    In another part of the school...

     

    “What?” Klein said.
    “I know, I know. It is highly irregular.” It was the principal. Klein and him were fairly close. Sorta.
    “Yeah, but I wanted something exciting to be my first assignment. This is below my level. I can do more.”
    “Yes, I understand. Nevertheless, our assigned person mysteriously vanished in some freak accident. The post needs to be filled.”
    Klein thought for a bit. “How much does it pay?”
    The principal motioned for Klein to lean in, and whispered in his ear.
    Klein grinned. “Okay. I accept.”

     

    Where Sara is...

     

    Sara walked down the hall to the office. She wondered how long it would take. And how long it was going to take to get through ALL the juniors. She also thought that she needed to pee.
    Sara pushed open the office door, and walked in. Sitting behind the desk was a woman that Sara assumed was the Post-Graduation Agency chairwoman. She’d never seen her in person, but she was in the news all the time. “Please, have a seat. We’re currently finishing our negotiations with your mentor.”
    Sara sat down in a chair opposite the Chairwoman. Sara shook with excitement. This could be really good or really bad, she thought.
    “Would you like some coffee while you wait?” The Chairwoman asked.
    Sara thought of her bladder. It wasn’t too bad, but she didn’t want to be drinking. “Uh, well, you don’t have to…”
    “No, no! I insist. I really do. It’s quite good.”
    Sara gave in. “Alright. I’ll have a cup.”
    The Chairwoman made a very large cup of coffee, and watched eagerly to see if Sara liked it. Sara obligingly gulped it down. “It’s good!” Sara said.
    The Chairwoman’s phone buzzed. “Oh, here’s your mentor! Come in!”
    Sara hoped her mentor was beautiful and kind. Klein walked in. Sara practically screamed! “WHAT! But, but, but…”
    “This is your mentor, Sara!”
    “Nice to meet you,” said Klein.
    Sara recovered. “I thought my mentor was supposed to be a g-girl! Am I still going to live with him like a normal mentor!”
    “Yep.” said both the Chairwoman and Klein.
    Suddenly, a strong urge washed over Sara. She had to pee. Badly. She clenched her muscles, and barely stopped herself from grabbing down there. “S-so, what’s the plan?”
    “Well,” said Klein. “Since school’s out for the rest of the day, I figured you’d come get moved in.”
    Klein and Sara left the office. “Have fun, you two!” said the Chairwoman. “And Klein, try to restrain yourself. She’s young, you know.”
    Sara shivered. She wasn’t sure it was because she had to pee, or because of that comment. “Uh, K-Klein? Can… can I stop by…”
    “No, no. We’ve got to hurry before lunch hour traffic starts.”

     

    Before she knew it, Sara had been whisked away to Klein’s car, and they raced down the highway. “You know,” Sara remarked between pee urges. “You seem pretty normal for a graduate Magician.”
    “Well, I guess I’m just boring like that.” Klein laughed.
    Finally, they pulled up to Klein’s apartment. It wasn’t much, but it looked fairly nice all the same.
    Klein got out of the car, walked around, and held the door open for Sara. She was a little afraid she wouldn’t be able to get up without wetting herself, but she stayed strong and stepped out of the car. Klein led the way, saying, “I live on the second floor, five doors down.” Sara walked up the stairs with him. Every step jiggled her filling bladder. Once she even moaned a bit, but she played it off as the stairs creaking. As she walked the last few steps to Klein’s door, her skirt dug into her bladder, and she had to try her hardest not to grab herself.
    Klein reached down in his pockets for his key. “Oh, crap. I left my key in the car. Hold on, I’ll go get it.” Klein turned to head back down.
    Sara wasn’t going to last much longer. She grabbed herself and bent over slightly, trying to relieve the pressure. Her legs trembled with effort. Klein turned and came back up the stairs. He’d only been gone a few seconds.
    He laughed. “Yeah, just kidding. I didn’t actually leave... “ Klein paused. “What are you doing?”
    Sara turned bright red. “I, uh, well…” she couldn’t really lie at this point. “I-I’m really about to pee.”
    “Oh. Sorry, I didn’t notice. You can go as soon as we get inside.”
    Sara relaxed. “Thanks. But let’s hurry. I seriously have to go.”
    Klein stopped. He tensed. “Hold on.” He squinted, looking into the distance. “Move!” He shoved Sara out of the way as a giant creature crashed right through the apartment stairs. It was a golem, a being created and controlled by a Magician. “Not good.” Klein said. The golem pulled itself out of the hole it had made in the stairs. Klein turned to Sara. “Stay here. I’ll deal with it.” He jumped off the apartment balcony and into the street below.
    The golem ignored Klein. In a gravelly, robotic voice, it said. “Target acquired. Sara Ari. Proceeding to initiate protocol 007.” “Not on my watch!” Klein yelled. He ran up and kicked the golem in the shin. “Damage to main support. Eliminating threat.” The golem bent down to grab Klein, but he jumped back. The golem followed.
    Klein faced down the golem in the middle of the street. It was like some weird superhero showdown. Sara stared in horror. Klein may be a graduate, but that didn’t make him powerful. “Klein, run!” She yelled. In her fear she forgot her bladder’s needs.
    “Don’t worry. I got this!” Klein yelled back.
    The golem raised its fist. It swung at Klein. Soon he’d be a grease spot on the pavement. His career ruined before it even started.
    Or not.
    Klein had caught the golem’s fist. The golem was stopped in its tracks. Klein stepped back. Sara could just barely hear him saying, “I present my awesomeness to be an offering. This sword shall cut for justice and stuff!”
    That was no incantation Sara had heard before, but it worked.
    A huge fiery blade appeared in Klein’s hand. With a mighty stroke, Klein swung it right into the golem’s face. Now his face was gone, and the golem was on fire. Unfortunately, it was still alive. The golem charged at Klein once more. Klein vaulted into the air, and sprung off the golem’s chest. He placed some paper there that Sara had never seen before. “Burst!” Said Klein.
    For a second, the golem seemed to be sucked in towards itself, but then it exploded in a shockwave of light and color. The wave travelled even to where Sara was, knocking her down. And…she wet herself. The blast had knocked the pee right out of her. I shouldn’t have drunk all that coffee, she thought.

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    “I can’t believe this was the best idea I could come up with…” The petite detective looked over the small, padded object she held in her hands. Her outlines for the way she would best hide her identity while attending Yasogami high for her work were almost flawless, except one thing. Being disguised as a boy meant she wouldn’t be able to use the girl’s bathroom without giving herself away, and the boy’s bathroom carried too high a risk with the way it was set up. She was also cursed with a notoriously small bladder, meaning holding it throughout the day probably wouldn’t work in her favor. With no other options, she went to the nearest pharmacy and bought some of the ‘protective undergarments’ that were made for young girls who still wet the bed. With her small stature, it would be no problem to fit into one of them, and to hide it under her school uniform.

    Naoto shook her head, still a bit reluctant, but knowing she was too far into her plans to afford a mistake now. Gradually, she slipped off her pants and panties, then just stood there for a couple of seconds. She hadn’t worn one of these things since she was, well, an infant. It would absolutely be a foreign sensation, especially if she actually used it. Sighing loudly, she slipped up the undergarment, securing it over her slim waist as if it were just a thicker pair of panties. Looking back at the clock, she saw much more time had passed than she thought. “Oh no. I need to hurry.” As quick as she could, she pulled her pants back on, and slipped on some shoes, before running out the door. How bad it would’ve been if she were late to her very first day at school.

     


    So far the plan had gone off without a hitch. Naoto sat in her seat for her 3rd class of the day, and so far, no complications had arisen with either her disguise or her new undergarments. In fact, she’d all but forgotten the thing pull ups she wore underneath. In fact, if it wasn’t for the slight twinge in her bladder reminding her of what she had to use for a bathroom, she’d have forgotten the entire thing. Regardless, the young detective continued to pay attention to the teacher as she taught her lessons, not paying too much heed to everything. As the clock continued to tick down, the feeling in her bladder rose, and was still rising quite fast.

    Naoto looked at the clock. 15 minutes left. I can make it that long. She didn’t want to cause a disruption in class by asking to go to the toilet, especially with such a little amount of time left. Even though she had planned ahead by donning the absorbent garment currently hidden by her pants, it was far above her to use it this soon. Even if the bathrooms were out of the equation, since lunch was next period, perhaps she could use the commotion and noise to slip off behind a bush and quickly relieve herself. While humiliating, it is steps ahead of peeing myself. Naoto thought to herself. She’d had enough of being called childish, which is why she bought the slightly oversized garment adorning her groin, as it was the most adult kind of incontinence garment she could that was close to her size.

    Getting increasingly more desperate, she began rubbing her legs together, hoping the movement would dull the increasing pressure. Her eyes turned yet again to the clock in the room, and she prayed this would be almost over. 11 minutes… Come on, hurry up! Time seemed to move even slower, the hands of the clock mocking her with every slow tick. Deciding it’d probably go quicker if she actually paid attention, she directed herself as best she could to listening to the teacher. She narrowed her eyes at the board, focusing entirely on what was written there as a means of distraction. The teacher’s words even became a mess of jumbled noises, Naoto focusing too hard to be able to care. Unfortunately for her, with her center of attention having moved entirely to the board, she’d relaxed a bit on her groin, and she felt a small warmth escape her. Her focus was instantly brought back down upon her bladder, which was now demanding release.

    Again she looked to the clock. The hands had only moved an extra 2 minutes. There was no way Naoto was going to win this fight. Thinking quickly, she knew the best way to do this would be to go as slow as possible, to allow it to soak up, and hopefully it wouldn’t leak. She relaxed her bladder a bit more, and yellow liquid began to flow. Caught off guard by the unexpected increase of flow, Naoto gasped lightly and tried to close her muscles a little tighter. The stream slowed a bit, to her relief, and the dark haired girl sat there, wetting herself entirely in secret. This is… Warm. An obvious thought, but for Naoto, who hadn’t had an accident since her very early childhood, it was a completely new sensation. And with how her first day has went, she’d have to get used to it if she wanted to keep her disguise without humiliating herself.

    Once her peeing had come to a complete end, her hands shot down to the groin area of her pants, and she felt around for any signs of wetness. Good. No leaks. Her eyes returned to the clock, which now signaled that there were only 5 minutes left. The nervous student looked back to the teacher, paying the rest of her attention to the end of the lecture before the bell rang. Naoto sat there and waited until almost everybody else had left, then slowly stood up and made her exit.

    Lunch flew by in a breeze. Too preoccupied in the morning with her new article of clothing, Naoto had forgotten to make herself a lunch, and instead had to order something from the cafeteria. Still thoroughly stressed by her classroom accident, she ate quickly, and had finished her meal in scant minutes. Still squishing around in a wet pull-up, it was around that time that a major problem she’d overlooked came to mind. How am I going to change out of this? For one who’d prepared for every contingency to forget such a simple task, well, it was ludicrous! Even if she thought of how to sneak into a place where she’d have the privacy to dispose of her wet diaper, she had no spare underpants at all, and there was no way she was going to go commando in school.

    Thankfully for the forgetful detective, the rest of the day went smoothly. The next 3(?) periods went off without a hitch, and she sat in the last 10 minutes of her final class, attentively reading her book since the teacher had decided to end the lecture 12 minutes early. A slight grumbling in her abdomen had her worried for the past 30 minutes, but so close to release meant she probably wouldn’t have to worry. She continued reading through the pages, and time passed by almost in a blink, with no more potty problems to plague her. Sure enough, the bell rang, and this time to signal the end of the day.

    Rather, her problems would begin now. As soon as Naoto went to stand up, a sharp cramp hit her. Though her stomach hadn’t felt too bad, as soon as she got up, the magnitude of pain multiplied sharply, much to her chagrin. Her hand instinctively ran down to her abdomen, and she tried rubbing it to make the sudden bodily interruption go away. While it didn’t leave entirely, it calmed down enough that Naoto could stand up straight, and slightly waddle out of class, on the way home to get some regular panties back on. She walked down the stairs, and out the double doors of her school, somewhat symbolizing her freedom from the strange peeing ordeal.

    Walking through the gate of Yasogami, the sudden cramp came back, and even worse this time. To her horror, she felt her bowels churn, and all the pieces fell into place. Oh no… I can’t do… That in my pants! And especially not in public! The urgency was rising with every second, and Naoto shimmied off to the more secluded areas nearby, hoping she’d at least be able to pull her pants off and go in the bushes or something. Hurrying out of the sight of her fellow students, she looked for a shadowy place and rushed as fast as she could, which wasn’t very fast, considering she had to hold her legs together so the mass of feces wouldn’t escape prematurely. A couple steps from her destination, and a tiny sense of relief washed over her for how close she was. That was all it needed.

    The detective’s clenched anus finally let loose, and a loud cacophony of farts announced the introduction of Naoto’s former lunch into her diaper. Soft, mushy poo flowed out from her anus, completely unrestricted, and caused a minor bulge to appear in the back of her pants. Restricted by the tight waistline, the still moving feces began to spread through any places it could find within her pull up, mixing with the now dried urine from earlier in the day. Grunting hard, she gave up any chance of making it out clean, and decided it would be well worth the effort to just finish up and get home to a clean shower. Some more thick squelching noises made her pooping known, until finally, a spluttering moment of flatulence signaled the end of her ordeal.

    Panting heavily, Naoto moved a very tentative hand to the back of her pants, and slipped one hand down them to feel the back of her diaper. Still in a dreamlike state, the feeling of warm mush confirmed her worst fears. She’d just had a poopy accident right in front of the school. Miraculously, the padding held it all, for the moment, and her next course of action would be to get the heck out of dodge, the remains of her dignity hopefully intact.

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    So this is my first story on here. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it...

     

     


    I should never have done it, but I just couldn’t help myself. The danger, the thrill of getting caught. It was just too tempting.

     

    I should fill you in; my name is Allie and I’m 18. I’ve been with my boyfriend Cal for a while now – long enough to know what gets us both excited. To know how to make a little fun sometimes. And what I’ve found that Cal enjoys, is a dare. He loves to make bets with me that we both know he has a fair chance of winning, but I’m such a sucker for him, I do it anyway.

     

    So today’s dare went a little something like this:

     

    ‘Hey princess.’ His arms wrapped around my waist as I stood in front of the mirror. I ran a hand through my hair and leaned back into his warmth.
    ‘Hi there babe.’ I could already see the mischievous sparkle in his beautiful eyes. ‘Why don’t you let me know what I’m in for today?’ I asked and his smile grew. ‘I’m up for a little fun.’
    ‘I was hoping to hear you say that.’ He replied. ‘Your parents are going to be expecting us soon.’ He pressed down lightly on my bladder and I bit my lip. ‘Your mum’s cooking smells amazing.’
    ‘Get to the point.’ I turned in his arms and he smiled, ducking his head down to kiss me.
    ‘The point?’ he repeated. ‘The point is that I’m officially forbidding you from going anywhere near that toilet today.’ My stomach flipped in exhilaration. ‘If you even think about it princess, I’m going to have to punish you.’ my panties immediately flooded with my excitement.
    ‘But you wouldn’t hurt your baby, would you now daddy?’ I asked and he shook his head.
    ‘Don’t give me a reason to.’ He replied.

     

    *

     

    And now here I am. He’s been plying me with water all day long, and he knows what’s going on. Cal has a way of knowing exactly what I’m feeling just by looking in my eyes. He can tell how excited and desperate I get, and I know he gets off on it as well as I do.
    ‘For my princess.’ He sinks down beside me on the sofa, handing me a glass. He throws his arm casually around me and I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his shoulder. I shift a little and try to find a better position. ‘Ok?’ he questions innocently.
    ‘I need to pee.’ I murmur quietly in his ear and I know he’s grinning that shitty grin he has. The “I know I’ve won” grin. ‘I’m serious.’
    ‘I’m glad you’re all good.’ He answers, ignoring me totally. ‘Come here.’ He tugs lightly and I shift to sit on his lap, leaning into his warm chest. ‘If you have to pee, I guess you’ll just have to do it.’ He raises an eyebrow, kissing my cheek. ‘Cold?’ he asks innocently.
    ‘Freezing.’ I answer and he smirks, pulling a blanket over the both of us. ‘Babe.’ I sigh. As much as I whine, I love the feeling.
    I love the way it feels having a full bladder. I love knowing that everything I’ve been drinking, throughout the whole day, it’s all building up in my bladder. And I’m terribly aware of it. Every time I move, or breathe, or blink. Everything I do, I can feel the urge to pee building. Slowly... slowly...
    ‘Allie?’ I look up at my boyfriend, and then at my parents. ‘They were asking about our summer plans.’ He repeats for my benefit.
    ‘Oh, summer?’ I nod. ‘Right. Sorry. In a world of my own.’ And then, below the blanket, he presses down on my bladder. The little shit. ‘Uh.. We’re, uh-’
    ‘Tell them, baby.’ Cal teases and I swallow hard. Do not, under any circumstances, let your parents know about the gorgeous ache in your bladder. Don’t let them know that you’re gushing with the excitement. Don’t let them know how horny you are right now.
    ‘We’re, uh, we’re going to..’ he presses down harder and I bite my lip hard.
    ‘Are you ok, sweetie?’ mum questions, concern written over her face. I just nod in response. ‘Are you sure? You look a little off today love.’ She comments.
    ‘I’m ok.’ I assure her.
    ‘She just needs to make sure she’s drinking up.’ Cal pushes the glass towards my lips and I have no choice but to down the liquid. ‘See? All better.’ he says and I nod.
    ‘All better.’ I agree. ‘I just need to.. lay my head down. I’ll be fine.’ I rest my head on his shoulder again. ‘I’m going to pee.’ I sigh and he rubs my stomach slowly, inching his hand down between my legs. ‘Please don’t, I’ll pee.’ He undoes my jeans, his fingers worming their way beneath my panties and causing a delicious tingle to run through my body.
    Holy shit!
    The throbbing of my wet pussy is making me wriggle, which is giggling my bladder. I’m going to pee, I don’t think I can hold it much longer. I can hear my loved ones talking around me, but I can’t focus on their conversations.
    God, Cal’s hand. His fingers are teasing my wet pussy and I think I’m going to cum. Or pee. Or both. His hands are magical, I can’t breathe. My bladder is so full, I think I’m about to burst. Everything’s so much, I need to breathe. I try to push his hand away, but all that succeeds in doing is making him push a little harder on my bladder. Shit.
    ‘Babe.’ I bury my face in his neck.
    ‘Do it, princess.’ He kisses my hair and whispers quietly. ‘You know you need to. Just pee. They’ll never know.’ He encourages. ‘Go.’
    I can’t help myself. The feeling of his hand on my bladder, his fingers teasing my wet pussy and the liquid just waiting to be released. It’s all too much. I bite down lightly on the soft skin of his neck so that I don’t make a sound, and he shivers beneath me, his cock growing in its tight confines.
    ‘Oh.’ I sigh. It’s such a delicious feeling, the warm liquid finally escaping from within me, seeping through my panties and jeans, and I know that Cal’s crotch is going to be soaked through too. I’m amazed that no-one can hear it, I can’t even control it anymore. It just keeps coming, soaking me completely, down my thighs towards my knees. The warmth is so beautiful.
    Oh, and Cal’s hand. Right in the way of the stream. He just keeps teasing and fingering, slow and lazy. He knows that it’s not enough. He knows that it’s just going to keep me on the edge but he never once changes pace. He keeps stroking and teasing. He dips a finger inside me, but retracts it immediately.
    ‘Sweetie you look exhausted.’ Mum comments as my stream finally subsides and I slump against Cal. He caresses my hair softly with his free hand.
    ‘I think it’s about time we all went to bed.’ He comments. We say goodnight to my parents and he waits until they’re out of the room before he looks at me.
    ‘Oops?’ I say weakly and he just laughs.
    ‘Oops.’ He repeats. ‘We might have to think about getting my baby into nappies huh?’ he teases.
    ‘Just as long as my daddy takes care of me.’ I agree and he grins mischievously.
    ‘Well that’s an idea for another time.’ he says. ‘For now, let’s see if I can take care of my little baby’s pleasure, shall we?’

     

    .....

     

    I can’t wait for his next dare.

  9. Hey guys! Just want to apologise for how long this took to write. I went through a long period of doubting my stories and then I was exceptionally busy. I can't promise anymore after this, however I may return to it or do more original content in the future. For now, I hope you all enjoy this:

     

     

    Chapter III: The Ultimate Fantasy

     

    Thomas and Emily had been planning this for several weeks; yet were still nervous about what they were going to do. It could easily backfire and Emily in particular could lose a good friend of hers if it did. However, if it succeeded, their "experimentations" could become a whole lot more interesting:

     

    Thomas had told Emily several of his fantasies, including her losing control in public, giving him a golden shower and her wetting herself in school uniform. However, his ultimate fantasy was to have a threesome: specifically one between two girls who had wet themselves prior/during. Emily had initially been shocked by the suggestion but had warmed and eventually agreed to it, however there was the obvious problem of finding another participant. To get someone for a threesome in the small town they lived in would be hard enough: to find one who enjoyed what they were into... neither had been initially hopeful of success. However, after weeks of discrete inquiry, Emily believed she may have found the person:

     

    Alice Miller. 16 years old, Blonde, small but perky breasted, with a slim figure that boys frequently ogled her for. A good friend of Emily's, she was a shy girl; who Emily suspected of being a closeted bisexual. She had admitted to Emily that she had had a crush on Thomas, however more often than not, Lucy noticed Alice checking other girl's out when they went to the shops or movies together. While this may have made her a suitable candidate for that, there was nothing to indicate that she was into omorashi: until 2 weeks ago.

     

    Emily and Alice were coming home from the movies, when Emily had felt her need to use the bathroom grow quickly. This hadn't been planned as Thomas wasn't with her that day and she wasn't trying to test Alice: it was a genuine desperation. Making her way home; most of the journey her hand jammed between her jeans, she'd noticed Alice staring at her several times in ways that looked remarkably familiar to how Thomas looked at her when she was on the verge of an accident. However, what really had convinced her that Alice might be into wetting was what happened next.

     

    Emily had fought to get to her bathroom in time; saving herself from a genuinely humiliating accident in front of her friend. However, as she reached the bathroom door, she froze. It was what many people did seconds before being overwhelmed with desperation and Emily was no different. She had moaned, cursing several times as she began to lose control and her need took control. She could only take a single step forwards as she began to wet herself, pee soaking into her jeans and forming a puddle around her. She had been upset; though not to the extent a non-omo enthusiast would be, however as she looked round, she saw Alicia was breathing heavily and looked flustered. The zip on her skirt was also half undone, whereas before it had been fully done, suggesting she had recently loosened it. Had Alice become aroused by watching her have an accident?

     

    She didn't dare ask in that moment however further probing had shown that Alice definitely didn't mind raising the topic of accidents, telling Emily several of her own over the next week. Once Thomas found out about it, he and Emily had set up a plan that could allow them to engage in a very wet of very fun threesome... or, could ruin her entire friendship with Alice if she was wrong.

     

    Today Alice would be turning up to spend the night at Thomas's with Emily; his parents away on a business trip for the week, ensuring total privacy for the three of them.

     

    The doorbell rang suddenly, startling and quickly exciting both of them. Racing to greet her, they welcomed Alice in and set their plan in motion:

     

    Emily had made all of them drinks and into Alice's drink she placed two laxatives, designed to flush out the bladder in three hours time when taken in pairs. However, Emily also did the same for herself; except giving herself six laxatives. While their plan was to make Alice desperate and eventually lose control, they knew they couldn't just make her feel an increased need to use the toilet and wait: she would just get up and use the bathroom. Even with her natural shyness, she wasn't stubborn and would get up long before her need overwhelmed her. So, they had had to come up with a different idea.

     

    Over the next hour, both girls began to feel an increased need to use the toilet, however while Alice used the bathroom twice; apologising for her increased need, Emily hid her need for as long as possible. However, by the two hour mark, it was impossible not to show signs of desperation. She was fidgeting frequently and had crossed her legs. Eventually, Alice picked up on it:

     

    "Emily, do you need to use toilet?".
    "Yeah, a little but not that badly. I can wait till the movie's over".

     

    In reality however, Emily was already bursting and knew that she wouldn't make it another hour; not that she was trying. However, she was waiting for something and it was the next sign of Alice needing to go. It came thirty-two minutes later; just in time, as Emily felt by that point that she was minutes away from an accident. However, the first stage of their plan had worked: Alice was now fidgeting uncomfortably, however she clearly didn't want to get up to use the bathroom; after Emily said she could hold back her own need. However, she knew this shyness wouldn't hold out, so Emily waited another minute, then gasped loudly, attracting Alice and Thomas's attention:

     

    "Oh god, I can't hold it!" screeched Emily, jumping to her feet. A streak of urine worked it's way down her leg; a genuine leak she had been unable to hold back.
    "Emily, why didn't you go earlier?!" asked Thomas; pretending to be shocked.
    "I thought I could hold it. Oh god, I'm about to have an accident. Please don't let me wet myself".

     

    Emily began to run towards the bathroom, closely followed by Alice and Thomas; however she had no intention of making it. In a move mirroring her first accident in front of Alice, she froze in front of the bathroom door as her legs began to shake violently and she froze still:

     

    "Oh god, I can't hold it! I can't hold it! I'm wetting myself!".

     

    Emily was deliberately over-egging her reaction to try and provoke a reaction, however her desperation was completely genuine and as she let go, her sense of relief was a genuine as as any accident. Her legs were drenched in urine as streams covered them, flowing rapidly onto the floor and forming a puddle around her. Her panties rubbed nicely against her clit and she had to resist the urge to slip her hand underneath her skirt; instead falling to her knees into her puddle, pretending to act ashamed.

     

    "I can't believe I just did that! I'm so sorry! I feel like such a baby!".
    "Emily don't worry about it, everyone has accidents" assured Thomas; observing Alice's own reaction.
    "Exactly, I promise I won't tell anyone" said Alice kindly.

     

    In that moment, Thomas was absolutely certain she was into wetting: her face was bright red and having learned how to spit it from Emily, could even seen that Alice's breasts had perked up; a sure sign of arousal. She was also shaking slightly and both suspected she would have been much more visibly if she wasn't trying to hide her arousal. Emily and Thomas shared a quick hidden smile with each other, then put the next phase into action: Emily asked to be left alone to clean herself up, which meant taking up the only bathroom in the house. Normally, Emily would have showered and been out in ten minutes; however instead she ran herself a bath and deliberately planned to take far longer than usual.

     

    Once Thomas had cleaned up Emily's accident, he and Alice went to sit in the lounge; exchanging small-talk which gradually became more relaxed over the next half hour. However, Thomas was most interested in observing her desperation and saw it steadily climb. While clearly reluctant to show her need in front of Thomas, she gradually became more visibly desperate until it had gotten to the point where she had her foot pressed up against her thigh and was rhythmically rocking back and forth.

     

    "Thomas?".
    "Yes?".
    "Is Emily done in the bathroom yet, because I really need to go" said Alice apologetically.
    "Nah, not yet but I can go and hurry her up if you're about to have an accident?".

     

    Alice blushed scarlett red.

     

    "N-no, it's not that bad, I can wait".

     

    However, this was clearly a lie and within ten minutes, she was starting to shake violently; a sure sign of an imminent accident. Her legs were rapidly clacking together and her hands were stuffed inside her skirt; holding herself without shame.

     

    "I can't hold it, I need to go now!".

     

    Alice jumped up and began to run to the bathroom; closely followed by Thomas.

     

    "Emily, please, hurry up in there! I need to go so badly! I'm about to have an accident!".

     

    As if one cue, her knees folded forwards and a stream fell onto the floor, causing Alice to gasp.

     

    "Oh my god Thomas, I'm so sorry, I'll clean that up, I promise! Emily, please, get out of there. I'm wetting myself!".

     

    She began to pound violently on the door with one hand, holding herself tightly with the other. However, after several seconds, it was clear she had reached her limit as her breaths became shallow, her eyes dilated and after a loud gasp; followed by a single moment of silence, her control began to break.

     

    Alice could feel herself losing control before Thomas could see it, the pee soaking her knickers and skirt; drenching her hands which were now uselessly becoming soaked as she completely wet herself. Her stream was loud and powerful, streaming over her legs with furious intensity as tears filled her eyes. Moaning loudly, she fell to her knees, shaking in her steadily increasing puddle. Anyone else would have assumed it was out of relief and mortification, however Thomas and Emily; who was listening through the bathroom door knew different: Alice had just had an orgasm; even if unintentional and this was the final confirmation they needed that she shared their fetish.

     

    Emily opened the bathroom door and began to comfort their friend as Thomas looked towards Alice lustfully. His love would always be reserved for Emily, however right now, he wanted nothing more than to pin Alice against the wall, rip off her soaking wet clothes and make passionate love to her. Emily knew as much and knew now was the time to admit what they had done.

     

    "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to have an accident. I knew I had to go and... I'm so stupid!" said Alicia; almost in tears.
    "Alice, it wasn't your fault. You wouldn't have had had an accident if it wasn't for what we did".
    "I should have been able to hold it, you were almost finished in the bathroo-".
    "-No, I don't mean that. You were so desperate, because of what we did".
    "W-what do you mean?" asked Alice confusedly.
    "Alice, we think you like watching people wet themselves; maybe even doing so yourself as well".
    "H-How do you-".
    "-And we wanted to let you know...".
    "So do we" finished Thomas, as Alice looked at both of them in shock.
    "But... how did you make me have an accident?".
    "We put laxatives in your drink" admitted Emily. "We knew you'd never admit it normally and we still weren't sure if you were into it. But, considering the fact you just had an orgasm, we're pretty sure you are now".
    "O-oh, you noticed that" said Alice guiltily, the slightest of guilty smiles visible on her lips.
    "We did and that's another reason why we invited you here today. Me and Thomas have been... fulfilling, each other's fantasies recently, a lot of which as you can guess revolve around wetting and plenty around sex. Today's was both. We wanted to know, whether you'd like to join us".
    "Join you?" asked Alicia dumbly.

     

    Neither could think of a gentler way to put it, so after several seconds, Thomas gave up trying.

     

    "Will you have sex with us?".

     

    Alice stared at the two people surrounding her as if seeing them for the first time; a look of complete shock on her face.

     

    "You don't have to if you don't want to" said Emily, feeling guilty for what they had put her through. "We're sorry we manipulated you, however we have to admit... I think we all found that really hot".
    "I don't think i've ever been hornier" said Thomas, Alice noticing the significant bulge through his white shorts. She had wanted for a long time to see it and she also found Emily attractive; even though she had never planned to admit either things. However, while still feeling embarrassed from her accident and shocked at these revelations, she could also feel a growing arousal inside of her, as her wet pink kickers began to dampen anew; for a very different reason.

     

    "You really want to... with me?"

     

    Emily and Thomas nodded.

     

    "... Should I get changed first?".

     

    Emily and Thomas both had huge smiles on their faces and a hunger in their eyes.

     

    "That won't be necessary" said Thomas eagerly, pulling Alice up off the floor. Grabbing her in his arms, he kicked open the door to his bedroom and began to kiss her; his hands already fumbling to remove her blouse. Emily approached her from behind and began rubbing her stomach while kissing her neck, causing her to moan loudly pleasure. Tearing off her blouse, he spared no mercy for her frilly pink bra either and stared briefly at her breasts, before putting one inside his mouth and taking the other in his hand; gently caressed it, occasional flicking her pink tip; something Emily loved and to his great delight, Alice also adored, her nipples hardening in seconds.

     

    Thomas grabbed a towel as he pulled off her knickers; wiping her lower body clear of urine. Neither Emily nor Thomas enjoyed the taste of urine; even though both found the scent and sight highly erotic and once Alice was clean, Thomas began to work his hands around Alice's thigh as his tongue played with her clitoris. Her legs were now violently shaking and her pleasure only increased as Emily took her turn massaging her breasts, the touch off another girl different but equally erotic as Thomas's dominance of her body. Assaulted by pleasure all across her body, she began to moan repeatedly, each one louder and quicker than the next until she exploded; the orgasm that had been building up rocking her body, causing her to arch back and scream in delight. She would have fallen straight to the floor if not caught by Emily, who held her as she enjoyed the aftermath of the throes of passion; her whole body feeling like it was glowing.

     

    "H-h-holy shit, that was a-amazing" said Alice, barely able to form a coherent sentence. "I've never felt anything like that before".
    "I think it's Thomas's turn now" said Emily cheekily.
    "Not yet" said Thomas. "You first, then we'll finish we me".
    "So controlling" teased Emily removing her shirt; exposing her large; braless, breasts, that having been discarded in some early morning fun before Alice turned up. "Come and get me big boy" said Emily dirtily as she bent over, flaunting her heart-shaped knickers towards Thomas.

     

    Barely able to control himself, Thomas strode over to Emily; smacking her bum hard before pulling her up and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Soon, Alice could hear Emily's stifled moans as Thomas massaged her breasts, gently rubbing them in circles; causing Alice to start to become aroused again. As the pair continued passionately, Alice heard a new sound and saw pee running down Emily's legs, soaking her knickers, legs and feet. At the sight of this, Alice could hold back no longer and began rubbing herself; not even bothering to hold back her moans. She was going to be loud and proud as she watched Thomas's fingers play with Emily's soaked pussy, pulling her wet knickers against her labia. All too soon, Emily was approaching orgasm and in one foul swoop, her body's muscles contracted and the indescribable pleasure that came from it coursed through Emily's veins; blinding her briefly to the world around her.

     

    As her own passion subsided, she looked naughtily over to Alice, who she could see was more aroused than ever. Wobbling on her feet at first, she pulled Alice up and the two girls stood naked in front of Thomas.

     

    "You wanted to know how big his cock was Alice. Here's your chance to find out".
    "Emily!" said Alice, still blushing despite what they had already done.

     

    Emily grabbed Thomas and pulled him over, undoing the strings of his shorts; allowing them to fall to his ankles. Thomas was wearing grey boxers underneath, currently under severe strain as his cock fought desperately to break free of its confinement. Alice looked towards it lustfully.

     

    "Can I?".
    "Go for it you dirty slut" said Emily, smacking Alice's bum; causing her to leap forwards in surprise.
    "She talks dirty when she's horny" explained Thomas, failing to hold back a grin.
    "I noticed" said Alice half-mindedly, already falling to her knees. Her mouth inches away from Thomas's cock, she raised her hands shakedly, before quickly pulling down his boxers and gasping. He was eight inches of manly glory and she was feeling dizzy with lust just looking at it. Before she could even comprehend what she'd done, her mouth had instinctively wrapped around it and she could feel herself begin to throb up and down the length of him; causing Thomas to moan with pleasure.

     

    Meanwhile, Emily had positioned herself next to him and the two were kissing as Emily massaged herself with one hand, holding Thomas close with the other and Thomas's hands played once again with her breasts. The arousal in all three of them was growing more than ever and Thomas was in a daze; hardly able to believe his ultimate fantasy had come true with two gorgeous, sexy girls. He knew he couldn't hold out long and tore himself away from kissing long enough to warn:

     

    "I can't hold back much longer".

     

    Feeling modesty was a bit redundant at this point, Thomas pulled his cock from Alice's mouth.

     

    "Put it in-between your tits" ordered Thomas.

     

    Alice had already started too before he finished his sentence, her arousal at records highs as she felt his cock slide up and down in-between her breasts, her vision starting to blur as she began to approach another orgasm.

     

    "You fucking like that?! You like your dick in-between my tits. You like titty fucking me with your huge cock!".

     

    Emily briefly registered the amusing fact that her shy friend was now speaking like a dirty girl, however her own arousal took precedent as she felt her orgasm about to hit. Alice's was approaching too and Thomas was seconds away from losing control. The three continued to hold out for as long as they could but all were too aroused too last more than another seven seconds as all three moaned in pleasure.

     

    Thomas lost control as Alice rubbed his cock with her breasts, beginning to spurt violently onto her chest and face. Alice almost didn't notice it though as her own orgasm had hit moments earlier, causing her to scream loudly several times in succession. Emily was only three seconds behind, sliding down the wall as her muscles completely gave way and she fell forward. All three ended up in a huge heap, Emily's face on Thomas's chest, Alice's legs spread over both of them and Thomas collapsed on the floor; arms wrapped around both of them.

     

    The trio lay like that for several minutes, not saying anything; no-one wanting to spoil the moment. Eventually, it was Alice who spoke first:

     

    "Yep... i'm definitely bisexual now".

     

    There was complete silence. Then, heavy laughter burst out between all three and continued for a long time. Eventually, the three rose to their feet; admiring each other's bodies for a moment.

     

    "Well... I guess we'd better get dressed" said Thomas.
    "Yeah, we probably should" agreed Emily.
    "We'll get cold otherwise" justified Thomas.
    "And there's the puddle to clean as well" reminded Emily.
    "You two can do that" said Alice, a new found confidence inside her. "I'm going to take a shower and I need the toilet, thanks to your laxatives... maybe I'll just hold on for a little bit. If anyone needs a shower too, feel free to join me".

     

    Alice strode off, leaving Emily and Thomas staring at each other dumbfoundedly.

     

    "How much energy does that girl have?! What have we created?!" asked Thomas.
    "I don't know" admitted Emily. "But we can find out how much energy she has more easily".

     

    Thomas and Emily looked at each other; love replacing the lust in their eyes as they maintained a long and beautiful kiss.

     

    "Let's go find out".

     

    The two walked hand-in-hand into the bathroom, closing the door behind them as the sound of their fun; very wet fun for more than one reason, once again filled the house. They would continue to enjoy each other's bodies and each other's company, as an exceptional group friendship, was built on a very foundation. Beyond the sexual exploits of that day, they would have much more fun and many great times together.

     

    But THAT... is a story for another day.

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    (Takes place during Race to the Edge.)

     

    I sighed, as much as I love this island, staying here with five other teens, six dragons, and so much work to do can really wear one out. Especially if that one person is currently dealing with a full bladder. Yes, I know, being the heir to Berk, and riding a very rare, very powerful Night Fury, I should be tough enough and mature enough to handle my own bodily needs, however, since privacy has been rather scarce this past week, I've tried my best to deal with it.

     

    I've always managed to make it before anything happened, so I didn't see it as too bad, but since we're currently doing drills in the forest that don't look like their gonna end soon, my bladder filling up nearly to its limits, and my stubbornness against asking to leave, I might be cutting it very close this time. It a good thing I remembered to go before we came out here, or I'd be in much worse shape.

     

    Trying to focus more on the drills rather than my aching bladder, I examined each of my friends' new tricks on their dragons. "Very well, Astrid, nice maneuver. Ruff, Tuff, your turn." I called out. "Already?" Ruffnut complained, "Yeah, our turn was ages ago," Tuffnut agreed. I sighed, I'm in too much pain for this, "Guys, I'm not in the mood for your silly antics, just show us what you've been working on with Barf and Belch."

     

    I would never say this to the twins, but I kinda pity that dragon.

     

    Astrid decided to speak up, "Come on, you two, if we were attacked at any moment, we want to be ready." Thank you, Astrid, for being the voice of reason. Even though the twins don't listen to reason. "We're already ready, we can sense an enemy from a mile away," Tuffnut boasted proudly, however, he was spooked by Snotlout, who had snuck up behind him, and startled him. "The only thing you can sense is your own nonsense. Don't worry guys, I got this," he said, mounting his dragon, Hookfang.

     

    Astrid walked up to me and whispered, "Sense your own nonsense?" I shrugged, "This is Snotlout we're talking about," I whispered back. I jotted down some notes for myself in the little journal I carry around, trying to take my mind off of how badly I needed to pee right then.

     

    It was getting harder to keep still, and eventually I gave into dancing slightly, since it helped me hold it. "Hiccup, are you feeling alright?" Astrid asked, I blushed slightly, that girl can sense anything out of place. "Of course, I'm alright, why do you ask?" the last thing I wanted to do was admit that I needed to pee greatly, since I should be old enough to hold it on my own.

     

    "You're fidgeting," she pointed out, I then forced myself to stand still, "I didn't even notice," I bluffed. Secretly praying that I don't wet myself before the drills are over, I glanced at the forest behind me. If needed, I could bolt when no one noticed, then come back before anyone knew I was missing. However, my bladder is full enough as it is, and with my prosthetic leg, running fast enough would be nearly impossible.

     

    Speaking of which, my bladder chose right then to send painful spasms through my body, I doubled over and pressed my hands against my front to hold off an accident, even though a few spurts escaped into my leggings. I glanced down, I new my undergarments were damp, however, my leggings were only slightly wet. A single dark spot was visible, but hard to see. I took in a couple breaths and prayed that I wouldn't wet myself in front of all the others.

     

    If an accident did occur, Astrid and Fishlegs would care enough to keep it secret, but Snotlout and the twins would tell the villagers in Berk for sure. And the last thing I want is to become the laughingstock of Berk, if not the entire Archipelago.

     

    With my friends around me, I couldn't hold myself, and therefore, holding the large amount of urine inside me was starting to become harder and harder as more spurts escaped and made a larger, more visible spot on the front of my leggings.

     

    "Hiccup, are you sure you're okay?" Astrid asked, and now everyone else's attention was on me.

     

    Perfect.

     

    I tried to hide the wet stain on my front with the journal, but urine started trickling down my legs, leaving streaks down the sides of my leggings. "Well... gang, I th-think we should e-end drills early t-today," I stuttered, trying to hide the pain in my voice.

     

    Discreetly, I tried pressing the journal to my front in hopes of holding off more of the flood, but my bladder was starting to give up. More spurts and even a couple streams escaped, dampening my leggings further and leaving very visible dark spots and streaks down my legs, urine dripped into the one boot I had left, and even down my prosthetic.

     

    I backed away slowly from the others, already knowing that they can tell I need to pee. Astrid came closer to me, and I couldn't find it in myself to keep my eyes locked to hers.

     

    I'm supposed to be old enough to avoid accidents like this, and yet here I was, blushing madly, with urine running down my legs, I gave up secrecy and grabbed myself tightly.

     

    "Hiccup, you can tell us anything, why didn't you say anything earlier?" Astrid asked, "I'm t-too old to-to b-b-be having accidents, and I didn't want to l-look weak by asking if I c-couldn't leave," I pressed my legs together, trying to ignore the twins' taunts of "Go on, wet yourself. You know you want to."

     

    They were right, in a way, it was becoming so painful, I didn't care about wetting myself anymore, just as long as my bladder emptied. Astrid pat my back, Snotlout laughed, Fishlegs looked worried, and the twins had opened up a bottle of water and started pouring in onto the ground, which sent the pain in my lower region skyrocketing.

     

    I groaned, unable to hold it back anymore.

     

    I can almost picture it, the heir of Berk giving up and wetting himself. It felt very relieving to finally give up and go, but it was also very embarrassing. I sighed in both relief and disbelief as urine flooded my leggings and left a sizable puddle on the ground.

     

    I didn't cry, I wasn't going to give everyone a new reason to laugh at or pity me, but my face was as red as Hookfang's scales.

     

    Astrid ran her hand through my messy hair, "Come on, let's get you dried off," she said, taking my hand and dragging me away. "Wait, so you're not mad at me for wetting myself like a child?"

     

    "Accidents happen, Hiccup, you need to learn that nobody, not even you, is too tough to hide stuff like this."

     

    I blushed again, "Uhh... thanks... I guess..." And with that, she dragged me down to our makeshift base on the island.

     


    (I have gotten into Race to the Edge recently, and I used to love the How to train your Dragon movie a lot, so I decided to revisit old memories and write this. I do not own any of the characters.)

  10. The living room of the Kurusu household had one of those little kiddie pools on the floor, there to be the bed/room of Suu which, along with her not needing food, made her the cheapest girl for Kimihito to house. The slime girl was currently in that pool, but not for her own pleasure. Master and Mero had returned home to a scene of Miia having an accident, and after cleaning it up and hearing the story from the other girls (Papi rushed to the bathroom as soon as he came home), he had requested a private conversation with Suu. The pool was the only piece of furniture she could sit in without ruining it, so she was waiting for him to enter.

     

    After enough time that she had decompressed into a blob, Master came in and quietly sat on the couch. He didn't say anything, but he looked at Suu in the pool, his stare enough to get Suu to reform into her humanoid body, the young girl form she modeled after Papi. From all the time that had passed since she was last seen, her chemical composition had changed once again. Instead of her entire body being tainted by the color and consistency of the absorbed urine, she had mostly returned to normal with one orb of all the dirty substances residing at the bottom of her stomach area, filtering through her system.

     

    An awkward silence followed, but Master spoke with a caring and questioning tone. “Suu...I've talked to the other girls. Could you please explain yourself?” There wasn't anger in his speaking, Master was a kind man who'd reserve himself until he had all the evidence.

     

    Suu was a quiet girl. Not that she wouldn't speak, she had after a while living in the house, but there wasn't much of a reason usually. However, she was being directly addressed, and the way she was sat alone, she could tell she had done something wrong and should feel sorry. “I'm sorry, I...I...” It wasn't that she didn't know the answer, she just felt a crippling amount of shame and couldn't bring herself to respond. If she wasn't all liquid, she'd probably be crying now.

     

    “Um...is it okay if I come in?” Both of them looked up and saw Papi in the door, not looking at any of them despite her making herself known. Master waved her over, where she sat to his left on the couch. “Actually, all this is my fault. Me and Suu went out yesterday, I had an...accident and she absorbed it all.” It would have been better if the harpy never had to admit she peed herself, but the confession was needed. Suu nodded slowly to confirm, plenty of guilt in there.

     

    “And she went for the other girls after that, I got it. I just want to know why she did, because it doesn't sound like it was for hydration.”

     

    “Wait...you're not mad that we went out? And that I wet myself?”

     

    “Of course I care about you leaving, you're not supposed to do that,” he exclaimed back. “I tell you that all the time, you just never listen! The accident doesn't bother me, that can happen. Right now, I'm more concerned with Suu.” She had sort of been forgotten for the last minute, but she didn't look any more comfortable. “It's okay, Suu. This is a non-judging environment, I just want to hear what you have to say.”

     

    Suu rubbed her left arm with her right hand, having control over her slimy composition to not merge together, nervous and unwilling to speak. “I...I was thirsty yesterday when Papi...did that, but I liked it. I wanted more, so I took it from everyone else. That was wrong, right?”

     

    Master sighed, that certain kind of sigh that gave away that this would be a tough answer. He leaned over like he wanted to hug her, even if he was too far away and he'd get pulled into her body if he embraced her and would drown. “That's kind of a difficult answer. There's nothing wrong with having a fetish or practicing it, you just need to understand limits. Spying on the other girls is not okay, without them knowing and telling you it's alright. I know you don't consider consent very frequently, but if you have it, you're not wrong.”

     

    That was the piercing point for Suu. The thought had never occurred to her, asking the other girls for their permission before getting sexual with them. Of course, she understood the concept of permission, she tried to butter up Kii for food, but she saw sexual favors as the bargaining chip to other good things. Why wouldn't the girls want Suu going slimy slimy on them, it felt good for her, surely it was good for them too. That level of introspection was making her uncomfortable, she started shifting and squirming in place.

     

    Papi may have been a naive and ignorant girl, but she had that certain lean towards others, she was at her most mature when she was the mother hen. She stood up from the couch and talon trotted across the floor to the pool, kneeling down and giving a strong hug to her slime friend, paying no mind that her wings were being absorbed into her body. “I don't mind, Suu! I was just surprised before, but it's okay if you tell me!”

     

    That show of compassion and acceptance touched Suu, and amidst her shame, she smiled. It didn't last long, though, as she started frowning and looked down at her kneeling legs, her head shaking and her tentacle hair waving from the motion. This didn't escape the nearby harpy, whose look of happiness also changed, hers to concern. “Are you okay, Suu?”

     

    Suu looked back up to Papi, with a kind of sadness and discomfort in her green eyes. “I really need to filter all this out now.” Her hands found their way to where the crotch would be on a normal girl, and rubbed the area.

     

    This was something that surprised both Papi and Master, she had never expressed a need to filter out whatever was in her system before, she just did it whenever it was convenient. Maybe she always needed to and just did it before it became a problem, she never kept anything forever after all. That was good, considering how her behavior changed depending on what chemicals she had in her, it was better she reverted to her normal personality. That gave Master an idea, actually. “Maybe absorbing urine makes her need to release it. It even gave her a makeshift bladder this time.”

     

    “N-no, that's not...” Suu started shaking again as her internal orb quivered, pulsating and descending. Her eyes widened in panic as she jumped to her feet. “Sorry, I really need to do this now!” She dashed out of the room as fast as her gelatinous legs would let her, because running was still faster than morphing into another shape, even if it agitated her stored pee.

     

    Somehow, even with a homogeneous body composition, Suu could somehow still feel the pee welling up, ready to release. Slimes did not evolve to absorb foreign chemicals, so while they could, it was hazardous to keep them inside their bodies for an extended period of time. To protect itself, the body will eject anything that could cause harm before it can cause lasting damage, and Suu had waited too long, all the urine she absorbed was coming out.

     

    She just had to make it a little farther, the bathroom was the nearest room with a water receptacle, and she'd be clear. She could see the door, just the tiniest more distance without having an accident. One more step until relief, when something slid in front of her. Suu looked up and saw Miia's face, her eyes glowing red and her mouth smiling wide, fangs exposed and forked tongue hanging out. “So now you need to use the bathroom, Suu?”

     

    Suu could tell where this was going, and she wouldn't deny she probably deserved it. Spending the day preventing the girls from using the bathroom, not being allowed in the one time she really needed it was karmic retribution. But it was inconvenient to her, so she was going to try to appeal to Miia's better nature. “I'm sorry for what I did, Miia! Can I please go?!”

     

    The lamia cracked her knuckles. “You think we're just going to let you off the hook after all the torment you've put us through?” Cerea and Lala approached from opposite sides, looking just as evil as Miia and each brandishing a weapon; Cerea with her sword and Lala her scythe. “You must suffer just as we have.”

     

    Suu could pass by them in a number of ways, their weapons also couldn't hurt her, there was almost no obstacle presented. However, it would take energy to escape, which she couldn't afford to spend. All she could do was continue to dance in place, her legs jiggling as she bent over and shook her butt, her bladder moving downwards, just touching the surface of her crotch. Time had run out for the slime.

     

    Being different from other girls, when Suu started peeing herself, it was quite a bit different. There was no urethra, so the urine didn't exit her body in a little stream, it left in every possible spot between her legs in one giant flood, the dirty yellow liquid streaming through her fingers and down her legs into a rapidly growing puddle beneath her feet, the sound of splashing and splattering growing in volume. Suu's mouth opened in relief as the pain began to vanish from her body.

     

    The three girls that had cornered her, however, could only watch as she had an accident. At least it was going by quickly, her entire bladder's contents emptying at once. The smell, however, was not so kind, with the combined scents of three girls' piss along with the trash she had hidden in made for one unpleasant aroma that sent the three covering their noses and running. At least Suu couldn't inhale it, so she could continue enjoying the feeling.

     

    It only lasted a few seconds, so Suu was done before it had even fully sunk in how good it felt to go. She could feel the difference though, she was back to her normal clean self and feeling fresh. She turned her head to face down the hall she came, just as Master walked in looking for her. Immediately, all the shame she felt earlier was back, as her Master had to see her disgrace herself. “I-I'm sorry about this, I just...”

     

    He held up his hand to stop her. “Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up. You can run off and do whatever, you've already had an interesting day.” It took a few seconds before she processed that, how the day's events would end so suddenly, but she smiled and skipped away as she was told. All in all, things had gone well for her today.

     

    Alone, Kimihito looked at the puddle Suu had made, not incredibly big but a reasonable size, and walked back to the kitchen closet to grab a mop and bucket. As he reached into storage, he heard a rapid succession of clicks against the floor, and when he pulled out and closed the door, he was met with Rachnera, her spider legs coming to a halt before bumping into him, her multiple eyes half-closed and her hair unkempt. “Morning,” she loudly yawned. “Or evening, whatever. Did I miss anything today?”

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    Vayne tapped his leg furiously on the ground, unable to sit still. He pressed his legs together hard and squirmed around, trying to not piss himself. He longed to hold himself, but his hands were tied behind the chair, preventing him from using them. The silverette moaned in desperation as his bladder spasmed, bouncing frantically in his seat to hold it.

     

    Suddenly, the door to the room he was in opened, and a pink haired girl walked in, a small smile playing across her face. She closed the door behind herself and stood in front of the desperate teen. "What's wrong Vayne?" She asked pitifully. "Do you need to go potty?"

     

    Vayne's face flushed at her question, though the answer was obvious. Jess patted his thigh reassuringly. "Don't worry, you'll get to go soon." She promised.

     

    The pinkette pulled some rope out of a bag she'd been carrying and tossed the bag to the side. She roughly pulled his legs apart and tied themm to the legs of the chair. Vayne whined at the loss of pressure and his legs began to tremble as he attempted to press them back together.

     

    "You're really desperate." Jess said observantly. She rested her hand gently on his bladder, causing Vayne to whimper, afraid she would push. Instead she said, "You're so full."

     

    Her hand gravitated downwards until it laid on his dick. "Do you want some help?" She offered, faintly squeezing him. He groaned and pressed his hips forward, trying to put more pressure on his crotch. "I'll take that as a yes." She said. The girl squeezed harder, and the boy whimpered great fully.

     

    Then suddenly the hand was gone. Vayne gasped and spurted, pulling frantically at his restraints to try and stem the flow. He stopped himself before any obvious damage was done, panting from the effort. Jess smirked.

     

    She mocked, "So weak, unable to hold your piss like a big boy by yourself." The pinkette sat on his lap, straddling his legs. She slid forward until her body pressed against his, making sure to rock her hips forward into his tortured bladder.

     

    Vayne tried to move his stomach away from her and ended up unsuccessful. He began to leak, a dark spot beginning to form on the front of his blue pants. Jess felt the wet warmth underneath her and snaked a hand down to his crotch and squeezed. "Not yet. Hold it." She demanded.

     

    The boy groaned painfully, but the wet spot stopped growing. Satisfied, Jess climbed off his lap and walked behind him. She pulled a water bottle out of her bag and put the opening to Vayne's mouth. When he refused to swallow the water Jess's hand hovered threateningly over his bladder. Reluctantly the boy drank until she pulled the bottle away, noisily gulping the rest down herself, causing him to wince.

     

    "Good boy." She praised. "As a reward I'll allow you to pee a little...if you want to."

     

    Vayne was tempted, but hesitated for a few seconds. He relaxed, causing a stream of piss to flow out of him, quickly soaking his crotch an spreading to his inner thighs. It never passed there though; just seconds after he started peeing Jessica pinched the end of his dick shut.

     

    Vayne whined and attempted to push the pee out of himself, but it didn't get past her fingers. "That's enough." Jessica cooed. "When I pull my hand away I don't want you to pee anymore okay?"

     

    The silverette gulped and nodded. Jess pulled her hand away and Vayne barely suppressed another torrent of urine. He grinded into the chair, even more desperate than before he'd peed; it only made him feel worse. Jess smirked.

     

    "You're so cute, so desperate for a piss. I would love to give it to you, but you have to cooperate." She said, pacing circles around his chair. "If you can hold it for another 10 minutes I'll let you pee." The pinkette stopped in front of him, smiling down at the desperate boy. "Deal?"

     

    Vayne nodded furiously. Jess sat on his lap the same way as before, but kept a decent gap between their bodies. She felt his bladder, noticing how it bulged from the rest of his stomach. Gently, she pushed on the organ.

     

    Vayne cried out in agony, trying desperately to hold back the flood inside him. Jess pressed harder, and Vayne could feel the beginnings of a leak. However, Jess pulled her hand away just before he began to pee, making him sigh in relief and disappointment.

     

    Jessica sat directly over Vayne's sopping crotch, her parts firmly pressed against his. "5 minutes left." She said encouragingly.

     

    Vayne nodded. 5 minutes. Only 5 minutes until he could pee. He bounced his leg frantically underneath Jessica, unable to think about anything but his desperate need. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice when a wet warmth began to spread over his lap.

     

    When he did notice, he thought he had begun to pee; but Jess was the source of the liquid. She peed slowly onto his lap, dragging out the torture. Vayne was tempted to pee as well, hoping that if he did she wouldn't notice. However, he knew that she would find out, and held on.

     

    Jess cut off her flow after a minute if slow dribbling. She squirmed on top of him, bumping into his bladder occasionally. "Looks like you're not the only one who needs to pee." She said, smiling. "Oh god, I need to piss." She moaned.

     

    She continued to squirm for a few more seconds, then stopped and began to pee hard onto Vayne. The urge to pee was almost undeniable, and the silverette spurted several times as his friend pissed all over his lap.

     

    Jess finished peeing a few seconds later, while Vayne continued to spurt. She shook her head. "You were so close too." She said. She sighed and got off of the leaking boy and pulled something out of her bag. "Looks like I have to punish you."

     

    When she moved back into Vayne's range of sight she was holding a penis clamp. She unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out, placing the clamp on it before tucking him back in his pants. "There, that should keep you from leaking."

     

    Tears pricked at Vayne's eyes in the ensuing minutes as the piss began to stretch his bladder and invade his dick. He wanted to pee so bad, the need was unbearable. "Take it off." He demanded, his voice distorted by his teas.

     

    Jess sighed. "You can't hold your piss like a big boy; that's your punishment." She explained.

     

    "I'm sorry." Vayne cried. "I cant hold it." He whined. "I need to pee, I really, really, really need to pee." His breath hitched and he began to cry harder.

     

    Jess thought for a moment. "I don't know, its hot to see you there, wet but still struggling with need." She licked her lips hungrily. "Give me one reason why I should let you piss."

     

    Vayne gritted his teeth. "If you don't let me pee I'll explode and then you'll have to explain to the nurse why my bladder ruptured." He growled, having told her the same thing many times before.

     

    The pinkette smirked. "Fair enough." She said as she removed the contraption from her victim.

     

    As soon as the clamp was off Vayne erupted in his pants, peeing so hard that the stream penetrated his pants and splattered on the floor in front of him. Jess sat on top of his dick to make the liquid to soak into his pants, though a lot of the piss rose to her chest from the force.

     

    "Vayne, slow down or I'll have to stop you again." Jess warned, compressing his member. Vayne immediately stemed the flow so it rushed quickly down his thighs, no longer spurting upwards.

     

    The boy peed for well over 3 minutes, leaving his bladder aching in dull pain once he was finished. He sighed in relief, thankful that the ordeal was finally over. Jess untied him and allowed him to stand, placing all the items back in her bag."Go clean yourself up."

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    The leaves rustled, swords and claws clashed, and bellowing roars mixed with explosive outbursts as the Emerald Forest was plunged into chaos. The initiates of Beacon Academy were in the middle of their first test which would set the trajectory for their entire time at the Academy and beyond. Today was the day that these young Huntsmen would prove themselves and earn their place in the world.

     

    Among those promising initiates was the faunus, Blake Belladonna. Nimbly, the young huntress ran through the forest, stealthily maneuvering to avoid attracting unwanted attention- from Grimm or the other students. This was the moment; the beginning of a journey for which Blake had trained for years to earn. However, that was not where her mind was focused right now.

     

    With all the excitement of getting adjusted to Beacon, not to mention all the people around, it was hard for Blake to get to sleep the night before. Consequently, it was nearly impossible for her to wake up that morning. This caused her to be in a serious hurry to get ready and get to the cliffs before the test began. She was so nearly late that she wound up far in the back of the line-up on the cliffs. So far back, in fact, that she could barely even see Ozpin as he delivered their instructions.

     

    In her hurry, Blake barely had enough time to eat breakfast, and she had to skip certain other parts of her morning ritual. Unfortunately, it was now becoming apparent that it was a mistake to skip certain parts.

     

    Right now, Blake needed to pee. Quite badly. It was hardly the worst she’d needed the bathroom in her life, but she knew it would prove to be a distraction which she could not afford in such dangerous territory as the Grimm infested forest.

     

    As such, the young huntress tried her best to avoid the attention of monsters or students until she could take care of her need. She quickly moved through the forest, trying to find a nice, secluded spot to go.

     

    In her time in the White Fang, Blake was not always afforded such modern luxuries as indoor plumbing. She was quite familiar with using the bathroom outdoors. However, she didn’t want to be caught off guard while doing it. It wouldn’t be ideal to have to try and fight any Grimm while she was in the middle of answering nature’s call. And if another student stumbled upon her… she didn’t even want to consider it. That was probably one of the worst first impressions Blake could think of.

     

     

    After a few minutes of searching, Blake found an area that appeared to be relatively secluded from the other students. It was further than most of them should have landed, so she figured few would be out this way.

     

    Blake found a nice spot surrounded by bushes and trees that was just large enough for her to squat down and avoid any wandering eyes. The task at hand seemed simple enough: get her hiding spot, take care of business, then be on her way to find her partner and finish the test. It was a good enough plan, but things never could be that easy.

     

    Blake calmly walked over to the bushes, taking one last look around to make sure she wasn’t seen, and began to squat down. Suddenly, she was caught off guard as the sound of multiple blasts from a nearby weapon echoed through the area. Shortly after, the faunus heard the roar of an Ursa.

     

    She listened for a few moments, but the fight showed no signs of stopping. It seemed like someone was in trouble.

     

    Blake sighed. She couldn’t leave someone on their own to be beaten down- or worse- by a bunch of Grimm. Her pee would have to wait. For now, someone needed her help.

    The faunus ran toward the origin of the sound, drawing her weapon in preparation for a fight.

     

     

    When Blake got there, she saw another huntress with long blonde hair facing down two Ursi. It seemed as though Blake’s worries were unfounded, though, as the girl was beating one of the bears quite handily on her own. Soon enough, one of the Ursa was sent flying through a nearby tree.

     

    Even still, it looked like this girl severely underestimated the strength of the monsters she was fighting.

     

    Blake saw the girl square up with the other Ursa and angrily challenge it. That’s when Blake noticed her positioning. She was directly behind the Grimm while its focus was completely turned toward the fiery girl.

     

    Seizing her opportunity, Blake threw her sword directly into the spine of the Grimm. Her expertly aimed shot hit its mark. The bear paused, then fell forward, beginning to deteriorate within seconds.

     

    Blake pulled on the ribbon attached to her sword to bring it back to her, then looked up. She noticed that the other girl was looking at her. Their eyes locked together. It was then that Blake remembered the rules of this test. This meant that this girl was now going to be Blake’s teammate from here on out.

     

    She smiled. Blake could certainly think of worse candidates to team with. This girl seemed like a capable fighter, and- from what Blake had seen- fairly nice and reasonable, if a bit boisterous. It was definitely better than teaming with the Schnee heiress, or that bubbly orange-haired girl.

     

    However, this did present a problem. Blake felt a dull throb from her abdomen and realized she had again been denied a chance to relieve herself. She figured it would leave a pretty bad impression to excuse herself to pee literally the minute after meeting her new teammate. This meant Blake would have to wait a little longer for relief. It would be difficult, but at least she had someone to watch her back now.

     

     

    “I could have taken it, you know.” Yang Xiao Long said, breaking the silence between the two girls.

     

    “I’m sure you could.” Blake responded flatly, sheathing her sword, “I just figured it would be best not to waste the energy, since I had a good shot.”

     

    “Yeah, yeah.” The blonde haired girl dismissed playfully. “Anyway, I’m Yang.”

     

    “I know, we’ve met…”

     

    “Oh, yeah.” Yang said in sudden realization, “Blake, right?” She asked, pointing at the dark-haired girl.

     

    “Yes.”

     

    “Whelp, looks like we’re together now!” Yang exclaimed happily, giving Blake a rough pat on the back.

     

    It seemed Yang didn’t quite know her own strength. The pat on the back knocked Blake off balance, causing her to stumble forward and nearly fall over. This sudden jolt evoked another wave of pain from her bladder as her delicate equilibrium was thrown off. Blake winced and gave a sharp inhale.

     

    “Oops, sorry.” Yang said, seeming concerned for her new teammate.

     

    “Oh, no, it’s fine. I’m alright, just didn’t expect that.” Blake quickly replied, trying to cover up her real problem.

     

    “So, any idea where we’re supposed to be going? They seemed kind of vague on that.”

     

    “I’m not sure, but I saw something that looked kind of strange earlier. We could start there.”

     

    “Great! Let’s go.” Yang responded, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.

     

     

    The newly formed team took off in the direction of the sight they hoped was their destination. Along the way, Yang tried to make small talk to get to know her new teammate, but Blake was giving her precious little for her efforts.

     

    Blake was normally not the most talkative of individuals, but she was being even worse about it than usual. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Yang, but her mind was currently occupied with much more pressing issues.

     

    The dark-haired girl was feeling a constant, throbbing pressure from her bladder. Blake kept her hands resting on her stomach, hoping that would help to alleviate her discomfort even a little.

     

    The whole time they were walking, Blake was trying to assess the situation and calculate the appropriate response. It might reflect poorly on her if she asked them to stop for a bathroom break too quickly. Maybe a half hour would be an appropriate buffer? Or maybe she should wait for an hour. That’s certainly enough time for anyone to need a break under normal circumstances, right?

     

    This train of though was interrupted by a sudden, unexpected question from her teammate.

     

    “Hey, you think we can stop for a second? I gotta take a leak.”

     

    Blake was stunned by the blonde huntress’s forwardness. She was also relieved to hear that question.

     

    “Sure.” Blake responded, trying not to sound too eager, “I could probably stand to go, too.”

    “Cool, so do you just want to go together? Here seems like a good enough spot.” Yang asked, without the slightest hint of shame.

     

    “What?” Blake called back in shock, her cheeks growing red.

     

    “I figured it would be faster. My sister and I used to do it all the time.”

     

    “Um…” Blake struggled to find her words. This had taken her more off guard than anything. “I think it would be best if we weren’t both incapacitated at the same time. In a place this dangerous, someone should probably stand guard.”

     

    “Oh, okay. That makes sense. Well, you think you can wait here? I’ll be really quick.”

     

    Blake didn’t want to say yes. She wanted to beg Yang to wait so she could get the sweet relief she had been denied for too long. But that didn’t seem right; Yang was the one who asked to stop, after all. Besides, Blake had no idea how back of a situation the other girl was in. Yang may have been even worse off than she was.

     

    “Yeah, no problem.” Blake finally responded.

     

    She watched as Yang turned around and reached under the bottom of her jacket and grabbed the side of her shorts. Blake bit her lip in anticipation. ‘Just a little longer.’ she thought.

     

    Just then, the girls were caught by surprise by a loud roar somewhere nearby. They froze in place and looked around.

     

    “That sounded like an Ursa.” Blake commented, “And it sounded close.”

     

    “Oh, yeah?” Yang asked, removing her hands from her shorts and cracking her knuckles, “Looking for a round two?”

     

    “I wouldn’t suggest it.” Blake advised, “We don’t know how long we’re going to be out here and there are Grimm all over- some very powerful ones, too. We should conserve our energy as much as possible and only fight when we have to.”

     

    “So what do you suggest we do?” Yang asked, hesitantly.

     

    “As much as I hate to say it, we should probably keep moving and see if we can get away from the Grimm rather than engaging it.”

     

    Yang groaned as she heard this, to which Blake responded, “I know. I really want to stop, too. But we can’t risk another dangerous fight in our current condition. Especially when we don’t know how close we are to our goal.”

     

    “Come on!” Yang responded, impatiently, “Can’t I just beat it up so we can pee?”

     

    “We don’t know how many of them there are. Grimm don’t always travel alone. Do you really think you can take another group of them right now?”

     

    Yang let out a small groan, “You’re right. But it I have to change my pants because of this, I’m personally killing every Ursa in the forest.”

     

    “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that. Come on, let’s keep moving.”

     


    Both the girls reluctantly turned away and departed toward their dubiously defined destination. Blake grit her teeth as yet another opportunity to empty her bladder was denied her.

     

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    This was bad. Like, really bad. Yang really needed to pee. Like, really bad. She could feel her bladder pushing against the spandex of her shorts. She crossed her arms, trying to appear casual, but she could feel goose bumps starting to form.

     

    Having her sister at Beacon was great, but Ruby could sometimes be a hassle. This morning was a particularly noteworthy example. She had to help Ruby wake up, get ready, and get to the testing grounds, all the while also calming her anxiety. This meant Yang didn’t have time to take care of all of her own needs.

     

    Because of this, Yang desperately needed that bathroom break earlier. She had decided it would be better to meet her teammate first, then ask to take a break, rather than literally being caught with her pants down. Still, she was already bursting by the time she encountered Blake, and the passage of time was only making that worse.

     

    Now, she had to hold it for who knows how much longer. She couldn’t deny that Blake had a point. Yang wasn’t totally sure she’d be able to hold it through another fight like the first one. But she kind of regretted not taking the risk.

     

    Of course, this wouldn’t be nearly as bad if she had a teammate she could at least talk to. Yang knew from experience that a good conversation could help take the focus off the lakebed she was trying to contain in her abdomen. Unfortunately, she wasn’t getting that from Blake.

     

    Still, she decided to try striking up a conversation one more time. She figured Blake could use a distraction, too. After all, she said she needed to go as well.

     

    “So, do you have any family?” Yang broke the silence.

     

    “Shh.” Blake hushed sharply, “I’m trying to listen for any signs of Grimm. We don’t want to be caught off guard, especially now.”

     

    Yang looked over at her teammate. The positioning of Blake’s arms told the entire story. Her right arm was held straight down; hand rubbing against her thigh, and her left arm was crossed over her chest, gripping her right elbow.

     

    “Come on, I’ve told you plenty about me, but I don’t really know anything about you.” Yang persisted, ignoring the warning, “Like I don’t even know what combat school you went to.”

     

    Blake was silent for a little while, and Yang was about to give up, before she got a response, “I trained outside of the Kingdoms.”

     

    “Oh, wow, that’s crazy.”

     

    “Yeah, you have to learn to fight in order to survive out there.”

     

    “So,” Yang began, a smile creeping across her face as a new thought entered her mind, “Any cute boys in your life?”

     

    “No, not really…” Blake said, her voice falling.

     

    “Don’t be so glum, there’s plenty of students at Beacon, and you’re pretty cute. I’m sure you can find someone.”

     

    “Thanks…” Blake said slowly, “I’m not really worried about that, though.”

     

    “Oh, I’m sure you’re not. You’ve got that whole mysterious girl thing going for you. I’m sure you could get anyone you wanted.”

     

    “Not what I meant…” Blake hesitated, “What about you?”

     

    “What?” Yang asked, shocked she actually got a question out of the enigma in black, “No, not really. I’ve got my eye on a few people, but I want some time to really feel out my prospects first, you know?”

     

    There was a pause, followed by a commotion somewhere in the distance. Blake stopped and put her arm out to signal Yang to stop as well.

     

    “What’s up?” Yang asked.

     

    “Sounds like another group has run into some trouble. It sounds like a serious fight.”

     

    “Wow, you have really good ears.” Yang commented, “But that’s really far away, it’s not like we can help.”

     

    “Yes, but it means more Grimm might start to get attracted over there and leave us alone.”

     

    “Really?” Yang asked, more excitement in her voice than she intended. She could feel the walls of her dam struggling not to burst at the mere prospect of getting a chance to let go.

     

    Blake looked around for a moment, “I think we should keep moving a little longer. It looks like that stirred up some activity.”

     

    “Okay.” Yang reluctantly agreed.

     

     

    The duo walked for a few more minutes and the pressure in Yang’s bladder continued to ramp up. She rubbed her thighs to try and distract from the pain. She was pretty sure this was a legitimate form of torture.

     

    Finally, after just a few more steps, Yang cupped her gloved hands over her bulging bladder and stopped walking.

     

    “Okay, seriously, if we don’t stop soon, I’m going to explode.”

     

    “It seems we’ve gotten far enough away.” Blake strained out in response.

     

    “Great so why don’t you stand g-“ Yang turned around to observe her teammate’s posture.

     

    Blake was bent forward, her right hand now buried deep in her crotch and her knees practically knocking together. The training huntress was visibly trembling under the strain of keeping her bodily functions under control.

     

    Yang felt a lot of sympathy for her partner. She remembered seeing her younger sister in similar situations, and something about that triggered an instinct in her. As much as she needed to pee, it was clear that Blake had it worse.

     

    “Why don’t you go ahead and go? I’ll wait here.”

     

    “R-really?” Blake stuttered, her eyes practically watering.

     

    “Sure.” Yang responded with a smile, “Just be quick about it!”

     

    Blake nodded and rushed toward the nearby bushes. Her hand was planted firmly between her legs, grasping on tight, as the girl took short, quick steps.

     

    Yang leaned up against a tree and crossed her legs tightly, taking a deep breath as she waited for her turn to release all of her pent-up liquids.

     


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    Blake could feel her face growing hotter. She was so close to being able to let it all out, all she had to do was keep control for a few more feet. With each step, that was beginning to feel more and more like an impossible task.

     

    She could feel the flood coming on. A few small muscles was all that stood between Blake and an embarrassing accident, and a few inches of fabric was all that stood between her and the sweetest of all relief.

     

    The faunus managed to waddle her way through the bushes and into place. All that was left now was to get her clothes out of the way and get into position. She could feel the river inside her pounding against her floodgates in anticipation.

     

    Slowly, carefully, Blake removed her hand from between her legs and grabbed the sides of her shorts. She spread her legs and bent her knees slightly. Right as she was in position, Blake felt a small stream begin to leak out into her panties. She panicked, not wanting to lose the battle when she was so close to the end. Blake quickly looked around, hardly even able to take in the world around her through her blurred vision. She then pulled down her shorts and panties and squatted the rest of the way.

     

    By the time Blake was in position, a few drops were already falling to the ground. However, that was all that was coming out. Maybe it was the pressure of having another desperate girl waiting, maybe it was the new environment, or maybe it was because she held it for too long, but nothing was coming out. Blake had to really concentrate to try and let it all out.

     

    After a moment, a small trickle began to pour onto the ground, and Blake felt some relief. But this was cut short as a feeling of terror ran through her.

     

    She caught a vicious sound from nearby. Faint at first, but it grew louder and louder, rapidly approaching her. In seconds, a monstrous roar echoed as a large Ursa burst through the bushes, charging straight toward the peeing huntress.

     

    Blake was caught by surprise, but her instincts took over in that moment. She used her Semblance to create an illusion of herself and jumped back to dodge out of the way of the Grimm’s attack.

     

    Blake quickly pulled her pants back up and took half a second to regain her composure. The adrenaline rush gave Blake the energy she needed to cut off the flow, aside from a few stray drops.

     

    The faunus knew there was no way she could fight this monster alone in her current state. But she figured maybe between her and Yang, they could take this monster down without both wetting their pants.

     

    As the bear recovered from its missed swing, it turned its attention to the real Blake. She turned around and ran back toward where she had left Yang.

     

    “Wow that was fast.” Yang commented, as Blake emerged from the bushes.

     

    “I didn’t go! An Ursa found me!” Blake frantically explained.

     

    At that moment, the aforementioned creature tore through the bushes, now charging at both the Beacon Academy initiates.

     

    “No worries,” Yang said, knocking her gauntlets together to prepare for a fight, “You take care of yourself, I’ll take care of this guy.”

     

    Blake barely had time to process what she was just told as she charged past her teammate and into another set of nearby bushes.

     

     

    By the time Blake was out of sight, she was also out of breath, her pulse still pounding from the sudden surprise. More importantly, her bladder was bursting. She could feel another steady stream of pee leaking out into her panties.

     

    Blake grabbed for the sides of her shorts in a panic, trying to get them out of the way before more damage was done. However, before Blake could even spread her legs, the flood started. The small leak had now grown into a powerful stream pouring directly into her pants.

     

    The faunus clamped her thighs together to try and stem the flow, but this only served to upset her balance. Blake was forced to brace herself against a tree to keep from falling, her free hand still trying in vain to pull her pants and panties out of the way.

     

    Within moments, the fabric of Blake’s white shorts was darkened. She could feel the warm liquid spilling out of her pants and soaking into her stockings, the uncomfortable sensation slowly working its way down her legs.

     

    At this point, Blake was forced to accept the reality of the situation. She crouched down, no longer attempting to pull her pants down, and allowed her system to empty itself.

     

    She couldn’t deny that it felt good to finally let it all go after holding on for so long. The release of pressure was amazing. Just as Blake was about to let out a sigh, she felt a drop wind its way down her now drenched stockings, down the side of her foot, and into her shoe. She felt her face turn an even deeper shade of red and buried her head in her hands, mortified at what was happening.

     

    Great, one test into Beacon Academy and I’m already peeing my pants.’ Blake thought. This could not be a good omen for things to come. One thing was certain, Blake could not let it slip that she was a faunus to anyone after this, not even to Yang. The jokes about not being housebroken would never stop.

     

    Blake sat there for another minute as her bladder forced out everything that was left. Even as the final few drops dripped to the ground, Blake stayed still, completely frozen in place by the shock and horror of what had just happened.

     

    After a moment of silence, a breeze came along that chilled the young huntress and snapped her back to reality. She remembered Yang and how she left her: alone, desperate, and fighting an Ursa. Blake couldn’t hear anything now. She hoped that was a good sign.

     

    Blake stood up and looked herself over. Her white shorts were totally soaked through. Thankfully, they were thick enough to not be totally see-through, but her dark purple panties were still visible in some of the more water damaged parts. The inside of her stockings were also wet, but the black and purple fade made it much more difficult to see.

     

    She took a step and felt the liquid in her shoes squish around her feet. Blake could feel her clothes sticking to her, the once warm liquid now cooling her as it met the air.

     

    Blake slowly walked back to the path to meet Yang. She stared at the ground in utter humiliation, afraid of what her new partner would say after seeing her in this state of affairs.

     


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    Yang was really annoyed with this situation. Sure, it wasn’t Blake’s fault, she could never have known. Still, if they were going to have to fight the Ursa anyway, why didn’t they just go ahead and fight it when they stopped the first time. It would have saved them another hour of torment.

     

    But this was the situation now, no sense dwelling on what could have been. And the situation now was that there was a large bear standing in front of the bursting young huntress.

     

    “Bring it on!” Yang yelled, preparing her gauntlets for a fight.

     

    The Ursa swung, but Yang ducked out of the way. She managed to land a glancing blow, which the Grimm shrugged off before swinging again.

     

    Yang was nowhere near her peak form for this fight, and it showed. Normally one Grimm, even one this big, would be something she could take down with a few good hits. But right now, she couldn’t seem to land any good hits.

     

    She kept dodging the monster’s lumbering attacks, but she knew she had to find an opening and finish this before the fight dragged on.

     

    After ducking another large swing, Yang went in for a jab on what she thought was an opening. Instead, the Ursa shifted out of the way and caught Yang off guard with a huge swipe of its claws.

     

    Yang slid back, but managed to stay standing and squared up with the beast. She had taken much worse hits before, but it wasn’t her physical strength that was in question.

     

    As she recovered from the hit, Yang felt a contraction in her bladder as a wetness began spreading in her underwear. The leak stopped after only a moment, but this was a clear warning that Yang was at her limit, and that there’d be trouble if she didn’t end this fight soon.

     

    “That is it!” Yang shouted as her aura exploded from her. She was sick of messing around, sick of this fight, and sick of holding her pee, and all that rage was about to be unleashed on this one unsuspecting monster.

     

    Yang charged at the Ursa, using her left hand to blast its paw out of the way before delivering a powerful right to the bear’s armored head, coupled with a blast from her gauntlet. The beast went flying back, crashing through a tree behind it and falling out of sight.

     

    Yang breathed heavily and watched the tree line for a moment as she calmed down.

     

     

    That was when a sudden realization hit her. When her aura burst out of her, something else also burst. Yang noticed that a small, but persistent, leak was soaking into her panties. She knew this was a warning sign that she was about to pee, whether she was ready or not. She panicked slightly as she felt a few trickles winding their way around her thighs.

     

    Without looking around, out in the open, Yang spread her legs, lifted her jacket, and grabbed the sides of her shorts. In one fluid motion, Yang yanked down her shorts and panties and squatted down.

     

    This was not a second too soon. The moment Yang’s clothes were out of the way, her floodgates burst open and a strong flow of liquid forced its way out.

     

    The blonde huntress sighed as a hissing sound filled the air, couple with the loud pattering of her pee hitting the dirt with incredible force.

     

    For the first few seconds, it didn’t even feel good. Her bladder was too full. It just hurt to feel it shrinking back down to normal size.

     

    Yang looked down to make sure that her clothes and shoes were out of the splash zone. A quick glance reassured her that she was in a good position, but she also noticed something else. Yang saw exactly how strong her stream was as it hit the ground. This was probably the strongest pee she had ever had in her life.

     

    Just after that thought hit her, Yang shivered and goose bumps covered her body. She tilted her head back and let out a deep sight that came out more like a pleasurable moan. It had begun to feel good.

     

    No, “good” was an understatement. It felt amazing. Almost orgasmic. It was a feeling unlike anything she’d experienced before. That said, Yang was pretty sure it wasn’t worth going through that ordeal ever again, no matter how good it felt.

     

    Yang was frozen there, intermittently letting out a few more moans as the occasional shiver overtook her again. After more than a minute, the powerful stream slowed more and more until it was nothing but a steady drip.

     

    Once she was done, Yang stood up, shook herself off, and pulled up her pants.

     

    She looked down and noticed- aside from the impressively huge puddle- that there were a few yellowed streaks on her thighs. Yang tried to wipe them off with the back of her wrist.

     

    Yang gave one last satisfied sigh and turned around, only to be met with Blake, who was staring at the ground, her face redder than Ruby’s cape.

     

    “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!” Yang shouted, believing Blake was embarrassed about walking in on her taking a leak, “I didn’t mean to, but I just had to go so bad, I couldn’t hold it anymore…”

     

    Yang paused when she realized Blake wasn’t even looking at her. She then looked Blake over and saw the telltale signs. She noticed the dark patch on Blake’s shorts- unable to help that she also noticed Blake’s panties through the fabric- as well as on her stockings.

     

    “Oh, Blake…” She said sympathetically.

     


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    There was no horror as truly abstract and terrifying as that which Blake was experiencing right now. She had only barely met this girl- who she had to admit was pretty cool- and she had just wet herself. She was standing there, in the middle of the Emerald Forest, a student at one of the most prestigious Huntsmen academies in the world, in wet pants.

     

    “I’m so sorry!” Blake shouted, hearing Yang acknowledge her, “I didn’t mean to. This isn’t a normal thing. Please believe me!” She begged. She was filled with the dismal feeling that the other girl would never understand what really happened.

     

    Blake could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she shut them tight and turned away.

     

    That’s when the wet huntress felt something unexpected. There was something heavily resting on her shoulders, and a warm presence in front of her.

     

    “Oh, Blake,” Yang reiterated, “It’s okay. Accidents happen. I mean, I didn’t make it out of this completely dry, either.”

     

    Blake then opened her eyes and looked at the face of her partner. Where she expected to see disappointment or derision, she instead saw a warm, patient smile. It was the most strangely reassuring thing Blake had seen in her life. Something about that look made her immediately feel much better.

     

    Blake almost burst into tears again, but this time of joy. She buried her face in Yang’s chest. Blake then felt her partner’s arms wrap around her in a strong embrace.

     

     

    This lasted for just a second before Yang let go and pulled back.

     

    “Really, don’t worry. I mean, I had to carry around a spare pair of pants for my sister until she was, like, thirteen.” Yang said in a much lighter tone.

     

    Blake looked up just in time to see Yang cover her mouth, eyes wide with realization.

     

    “But don’t tell her I said that, okay?”

     

    “No worries.” Blake said quietly, “Just don’t tell anyone about this and we’re even.”

     

    “Believe me; I’m in no hurry to share this story.”

     

    Blake took a deep breath and looked herself over again. She was a mess. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really do anything about it. She didn’t have a change of clothes out here, and she couldn’t exactly go running around with nothing on below the belt.

     

    “I really hope this dries before we see anyone else.” Blake commented, trying to lighten the mood.

     

    “It dries faster than you think. Especially if you stay in the sunlight.”

     

    “Well, we should probably get going.”

     

    “Right.” Yang said, enthusiastically.

     

    “Oh, hey.” Yang spoke up as the girls turned to resume their journey, “Cute panties, by the way.” She added with a goofy smile and a wink.

     

    Blake glared at her, but the smile on her face betrayed the fact that she wasn’t entirely serious. One thing was certain: this was bound to be an interesting year.

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    I'm giving fair warning right now. There is messing involved with this story.
    If you don't like Messing, then you have 2 options:
    1) Turn back now and find another story to read
    2) Read it anyway, but keep your comments about how you don't like Messing to yourself.

     

    Also, to avoid confusion, the world that this story is set in is an alternate
    pokemon universe where pokemon have a more humanoid body. (I believe the term is Pokemorph...)

     

    Now that that's out of the way, let's move on, shall we?



    Stirring from a wonderful dream, a no longer slumbering Espeon
    stretched and yawned as she tossed the blankets off of her, exposing her
    beautiful light purple fur to the world. Getting out of bed, she walks over to
    her mirror and begins grooming herself for the day to come. As she brushed her
    tail, she took to admiring her curves and chest, both of which were fair and not
    overly noticeable. She couldn't help but purr slightly. She loved being
    brushed.

     

    "I can't wait to see everyone today. It's really been a long time since we
    all got together and hung out..." Saiyica said as she glanced at her clock to
    find that she had overslept and had twenty minutes to meet everyone at the
    fountain, which was about fifteen minutes away.

     

    "Oh crap!" She gasped as she quickly threw on a violet t-shirt, pink panties,
    and violet skin-tight cotton shorts that showed off her cute butt. Rushing out the
    door, she quickly noticed that she needed to use the bathroom, but it wasn't
    pressing at the moment and she figured that she could wait until they got to the
    café.

     

    Barely making it in time, she waves to her friends as she ran up to them.
    There were four of them: Alice, who was a Glaceon. Chris, who was a Leafeon.
    Chloe, a Flareon. And last, and certainly not least, Shiro, an Umbreon and
    Saiyica's crush since grade school.

     

    "Sorry I'm late..." She apologized as she bent over to catch her breath.

     

    "It's no big deal... We all literally just got her, Sai." Alice reassured her
    as she pulled a phone out of the back pocket of her white jeans. "Okay, now that
    everyone is here-" She began, but was interrupted by Chloe.</P>

     

    "Wait... What about Zane? I thought he was coming too..." Chloe asked. Alice
    just shook her head.

     

    "Unfortunately, Zane couldn't make it today... He got called in to work
    because someone got sick." Alice informed everyone, which was somewhat
    disappointing because Zane, a Jolteon, was always the liveliest of the group.
    He always had a joke to tell and always knew how to cheer someone up. Saiyica knew
    that Chloe had a crush on him, so she walked over to her and pat her on the
    shoulder.

     

    "Cheer up, I'm sure he will be able to come hang out with us later for
    dinner, right Alice?" Saiyica asked, her tail wagging slightly with hope. Alice
    just shrugged.

     

    "He said that he would try, but he can't promise anything." Saiyica
    understood. Zane was a bouncer at a club. Most places like to hire electric
    types since they can stop someone with a good jolt if things get out of hand and
    Zane, being a Jolteon, was one of the fastest there was at handling a situation
    like that... And Fridays were usually pretty lively for clubs in this area. "If
    anything, there's always next time, Chloe." Alice told her as Chloe's tail and
    ears drooped slightly. Deciding to liven up the mood a bit, Saiyica bounced up
    and smiled to everyone.

     

    "Well who's hungry?! I know I am!" Everyone just laughed.

     

    "Saiyica, you're ALWAYS hungry!" Chris laughed, his leafy hair bouncing in
    his face with every laugh. "Where do you put it all?"

     

    "That's a secret." Saiyica teased, winking at him as she lead the way to the
    cafe where her mom worked. Suddenly, she felt a sudden urge to pee and had to
    slow her pace slightly to not overexcite her bladder. As she continued to walk,
    she also felt a slight pressure in her tummy as well, the usual sign that she
    need to do more than just pee... Still, it was nothing serious and she was more
    than confident that she could hold out until they got to the cafe.

     

    "Hey are you okay?"

     

    Shocked by the sudden voice, she looked to her left to find Shiro looking at
    her with concern, his bright red eyes staring into hers. Her heart started to
    beat faster and she could feel her face getting red just from him being so
    close.

     

    "Y-yeah, I'm fine. Just hungry is all... Didn't eat last night..." She lied,
    but she couldn't just tell him that she had to use the bathroom. It was
    embarrassing. Shiro looked suspicious, but he just shrugged his shoulders and
    continued to walk alongside her.

     

    "If you say so..."



    Once they got to the cafe, Saiyica made a beeline for her mom, also an Espeon, and gave her a hug. Returning the hug, she
    looked over to Sayica's friends and waved to them as well.

     

    "Well this is a lovely surprise! What brings you all here today?" her mom
    asked. "It's rare to see you all out together like this."

     

    "Well, we were going to see that new movie that just came out with Jamian McArthur in it. We figured that we would all get something to eat beforehand." Saiyica explained. Her mom just gave her a confused look.

     

    "Jamian McArthur? You mean that undefeated mixed martial artist Lucario that everyone's been talking about lately?"

     

    "Yep! His new movie, Streets of Steel, is about how he became the fighter he is today. It's supposed to be really good!" She told her, smiling. "Anyway, I'll be right back..." She told her mom as she made her way to the back of the cafe where the bathrooms were, only to be stopped by her mom.

     

    "They're out of order..." Her mom whispered, further demonstrating the truth by fidgeting uncomfortably herself. "I've called the plumber an hour ago... someone thought it would be funny to back up the toilets... I've been dying for a pee myself the last two hours..." With that bit of news, she shrugged and sat down with her friends at the table they chose, figuring that she could last until they got to the theater. As soon as she sat down, however, the pressure in her bowels shifted slightly, confirming that she did, indeed, need to poop as well as pee. Clenching as tight as she could without being noticed, she fought off the cramp that was building up in her tummy. Crossing her legs under the table, she continued to fight it when suddenly, she accidentally let a small fart escape. Thankfully, it was silent and it didn't stink, but she couldn't help but blush slightly. With that little bit of gas, however, she was able to relax as the cramp went away.

     

    After they ordered their food, everyone went to talking about their jobs and such.

     

    "So Sayica, how's your job at the library? I heard you got a promotion." Chloe asked, catching everyone's attention.

     

    "Yeah I did! And I love it! It's like a dream come true!" She replied cheerfully, explaining how it is such a peaceful job and so rewarding at the same time. She explained how she could pretty much bring any book home with her to read and how she got to read to the kids on Saturdays. She always loved the kids' reactions when she read to them. Sure it wasn't as exciting a job as maybe a police officer like Alice and her brother, Johnathan, who was a Vaporeon, but it was what she always wanted to do. And now that she was Head Librarian, it
    made it even better.

     

    "That's really awesome, Sai!" Alice said cheerfully. "I would love to be around kids like that rather than these delinquents that me and my brother have to deal with every day..."

     

    "Speaking of John, where is he today?" Shiro asked. Both John and Shiro have been friends since they were kids. Alice just rolled her eyes.

     

    "He's at work... He has been working non-stop on this robbery case... Hell, he hasn't even slept in about two days... He's going to make himself sick if this keeps up..." Alice said, the worry apparent in her voice. It was to be expected, though. John, although younger than Alice, was already a Detective. It is only natural that he would be busy. Saiyica got an idea as they talked about it.

     

    "Well, let's go convince him to join us after lunch then! He can't refuse if all of us are there!" Saiyica said cheerfully and energetically. Everyone cheered along with her except Alice.

     

    "He won't... Just letting you know... He's really taking this case to heart..."

     

    "Why?"

     

    "Because along with robbery, the thief raped a little girl..." Alice confirmed, making everyone go silent at the table. With that being the case, it was no wonder that John was working himself sick like that...

     

    Once her mom arrived with their food, she noticed the mood.

     

    "What's wrong, y'all?" She asked.

     

    "It's John..." Alice told her, explaining the situation.

     

    "Tell him to come by for dinner and I'll treat him to something to eat. He deserves it..." She told Alice with a smile. Saiyica could see her mom fidgeting even more than earlier as she held the tray in front of her dress. As she walked away, Sayica felt another spasm from her bladder as she crossed her legs again. She fought to keep from pushing a hand into her crotch, but then she felt the pressure return in her bowels. Clenching once again, she could feel the poop from the last few days making its way to her anus and the pressure shifted to
    her butt. Another silent fart escaped her as she continued to hold on, but instead of the pressure going away this time, it got worse. Suddenly, she felt her anus pucker up.

     

    Please no... Not here... Not now... She pleaded as she continued to hold back the monster that wanted out with a vengeance, as well as
    the flood. Another fart got out, only this time it did stink. Blushing again, she hoped that nobody would notice it. Thankfully, nobody did as she continued to fight it. With a sudden powerful cramp, she felt a small spurt of pee escape her. Slowly, she moved her hand to her crotch to check and see if she was wet. Thankfully, she was still dry. Finally, the cramp settled down and she was able to relax and eat.



    As they finished eating, they waited for Saiyica's mom to say goodbye, however Saiyica noticed her mom, who was dealing with a
    rather unruly customer who was constantly making perverted gestures to her mom. Almost as if her mind was being read, Alice grabbed her arm and shook her head as she got Saiyica's attention.

     

    "Not worth it..." Alice told her as she watched her mom walk away from the customer towards them when suddenly, the man grabbed her butt. Looking over to Alice, who saw what happened, let go of Saiyica's arm.

     

    "Okay... Worth it..." She said, getting up, but Shiro had already gotten out of his chair and picked the guy up by the scruff of his shirt.

     

    "Think you're funny, jackass?!" Shiro said menacingly as he held him in the air.

     

    "What's it to y-?!"

     

    "Shut up!" Shiro shouted as he threw him into the table, breaking it. "It was rhetorical! Now apologize to her!" Shiro demanded, pointing to Saiyica's mom, who was bent over grabbing her crotch as her face turned beet red, a stream of pee flowing down her legs and onto the floor.

     

    "Mom!" Saiyica exclaimed as she rushed to her mother's side to comfort her. Once she had finished, her dress was soaked and she was crying with embarrassment. Rage overcoming her, Saiyica raised a hand towards the pervert and sent him flying across the room and outside through the open cafe door. Following him outside, she used Psychic to hold the man in place and keep him from escaping.

     

    "How DARE you!" She screamed, sending him flying across the road and into a light pole. Once she saw that he wasn't going to be running away, she released her power over him and walked over to him only to have someone grab her from behind.

     

    "Sai, DON'T!" It was Shiro. "Alice already called dispatch and had someone sent out here. Don't make the situation worse..." He told her, holding her close to him to try and calm her down. With her anger came another wave of desperation and cramps. Now that she was standing, she had a hard time keeping it held back. Her body tensed up and her tail was twitching. Within seconds, she felt her anus
    pucker up.

     

    "Sai.. are you okay?" Shiro asked, but Saiyica didn't reply. She was too focused on keeping herself from having an accident. It was a slowly losing battle as she felt another spurt escape. squeezing her thighs, she tried with everything she had to keep everything inside, however, she farted again, this time it could be heard, and another spurt escaped.

     

    "Sai?" Shiro asked, concerned. It was obvious that he heard her fart. To her horror, her anus began to dilate and the poop was poking its way out in between her butt cheeks, another fart escaped along with a longer spurt of pee. Throwing all dignity to the wind, she shoved one hand into her crotch and another in between her butt cheeks. She could feel a quarter-sized wet spot on her crotch and she felt the tip of her poop through her pants.

     

    "Nnnnnggghhh...." Saiyica groaned as she fought with all of her strength to contain both the flood and the log fixing to make their way into her panties. Another spurt, longer than the others, escaped her and she crammed both hands into her crotch to stop it. With no more resistance from her hand, the poop slowly began its descent from her bowels and soon touched the fabric of her panties, tenting them out slightly as the poop met the resistance of her tight shorts.

     

    "Hey is she okay?!" Alice yelled over to them, Alice obviously noticing that Saiyica wasn't doing so well. Shiro just held a hand out.

     

    "I got her, Alice. Go talk to her mom. I'm going to bring her home." Shiro told her. Alice didn't argue with him and allowed Shiro to take care of Saiyica. Once alice was out of earshot, Shiro talked in a low voice to ensure that nobody else heard them. "If you had to go to the bathroom, why didn't you just go?"

     

    "I tried... Bathroom was out of order..." She groaned, still trying to keep the rest of her accident to a minimum.

     

    "Can you hold out just a little longer?" Shiro asked her, the concern obvious in his voice. She just shrugged.

     

    "I'm not sure..." She admitted, considering her situation was rather urgent. Shiro just sighed.

     

    "Well, let's start walking away... slowly... at least until we are out of eyesight. There's a pblic restroom just down the road." He told her trying to get her to move.

     

    "O-okay... Just give me a minute..." She told him, trying to mimimize the damage by clenching as hard as she could. Slowly, she felt her anus cut into the turd that was resting in her panties and eventually, she was able to cut it off to the point where she could close up her anus. It was still puckering, but she felt that she was at least able to buy herself a little time. Checking the crotch of her pants, she felt the wetness had spread slightly and a slightly noticeable dark wet patch could be seen on her crotch. Slowly, she started to walk back home, Shiro keeping close to her, comforting her with both hands on her shoulders and staying close to her.

     

    "Just hang in there, Sai... Not much further..." HE reassured her as they turned the corner and away from the group, however, a sharp, painful cramp hit Saiyica so hard and so suddenly, that she bent over double. This was it... she had lost this battle...

     

    "NNNNNNNGGGGGHHH!!!" Sayica groaned as a series of farts escaped her, her anus opening up once more. Still, she tried to fight it, but this time, there was no stopping it as the log met the small wad of poop that was already in her panties and pushed into it, making her pants tent out even more. Little did she know that she was giving Shiro a full view of her accident as her butt was practically in his lap.

     

    With little hope of hiding her mess now, she just gave in and let nature take its course. Soon, her pants rapidly tented out and away from her but, making her pants sag and exposing her butt crack. With the sensation of relief came the opening of the floodgates as well as she let out spurt after spurt until a stream of pee could be seen cascading from her crotch and onto the ground, making a large puddle at her feet. She couldn't help but appreciate that Shiro was remaining silent through this ordeal, as it was extremely embarrassing for her, especially since it was in front of him, of all people.

     

    Once she had finished peeing, all that was left was to relieve herself of the rest of her poop, which had stalled again since her pants were already stretched to the point where you could see half of her ass. Realizing that she might as well finish what she had started, she gave a good push, grunting slightly as one final, massive log pushed its way into her pants, making them bulge out even further. Once she had finished, she inspected the damage to find that it looked like she was smuggling a small mellon in her pants. She refused to turn to Shiro, whom she was sure was disgusted with her. She was 25 and she had just peed and pooped her pants like a child. She began to cry as Shiro finally rested a hand on her shoulder in comfort. She sudden motion surprised her slightly, but she did not withdraw from the contact. Without any warning, Shiro turned her to face him and he hugged her.

     

    "It's okay... Really... Stuff happens..." HE told her, allowing her to look up into his face. When she looked up, she didn't see a look of disgust... but rather the look of someone who was truly looking out for her... a kind, gentle, caring look. She started to cry again.

     

    "B-but... I'm not a child... This shouldn't happen... I'm disgusting!" She sobbed, crying into his shoulder. Suddenly, she felt his hand gently raise her face up to look at him when he lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Blushing furiously, she froze on the spot. Slowly, however, the shock subsided and she allowed her feeling for him to take over as she relaxed and returned the gesture. It seemed like ages that they shared this moment... Once they parted lips, Saiyica looked away, still blushing.

     

    "But... I'm gross... I-"

     

    "No you're not! You're beautiful... So what, you had an accident... Still doesn't change my view of who you are and how I feel about you..."

     

    "Really?"

     

    "Really... Now let's get you home..." He told her, smiling as he took off his jacket and tied it around her waist. "That should cover it up a bit..." He told her, keeping an arm around her waist comfortingly as they walked back to her house.