Captain L 1,648 Posted February 23, 2017 Popular Post Share Posted February 23, 2017 Saturdays were nice. Kobayashi was home, so Tohru didn't need to watch the apartment. And Kanna didn't have school, so while she couldn't play with her friends from class, it was nice to have a little time between the two dragons. Yes, Tohru and Kanna were dragons, currently in human form to blend in to this world. There should have been an aversion to playing the part of the drake's oppressor and predator, but it was necessary to do things like that for cover. And, as they were discovering in their traveling time, humans weren't all evil, not like they were used to in their home world. Unlike what most would suspect, two dragons walking around in public didn't look that unusual. Kanna just looked like a little kid, her silver hair, white and pink dress, and tired expression were a little unusual, but not impossible. Tohru stood out a little more in her maid outfit, but given the cosplay cafes around, this very well could interpreted as a worker at one of those establishments taking her little sister out to play. Now, if their horns or tails were visible, that might be a different story Well, Tohru's horns were out, but costume. They had made a few stops throughout the day, gotten a few treats, and had settled down in a playground. They'd visited one close to their house plenty of times, but this one had different toys that Kanna was curious about. "Lady Tohru, what's that thing?" Tohru looked over the attraction her little companion was referring to, a large disc adorned with many raised holding bars. The older dragon, having never seen this device, was trying to figure out its purpose. Kanna was not so patient, running over to it as soon as she asked the question and jumping into it, her momentum causing it to rotate somewhat. Now Tohru got it, and she ran over to join. "Hold on tight, Kanna!" She grabbed one of the bars and spun it with all her strength. The centrifugal force from that spin would probably be enough to kill a normal human, but dragons liked to play rough. Kanna wasn't the type to exclaim her joy, but Tohru could see it on her face in the nanosecond she passed by. Others may have looked on in possible horror, but these were not very astute girls. At least when it came to noticing others, because Tohru saw immediately on one of the rotations when Kanna suddenly didn't look so hot. No hesitation, she grabbed a bar and pulled the wheel to a halt, in a way that would give serious whiplash to a human. "Are you alright? Was I making you sick?" "That's not it, Lady Tohru," Kanna assured, swaying in place from dizziness. "It was just a little fast, is all." It was subtle, but her legs wiggled just a bit. The older dragon noticed, chalk it up to superhuman senses. "Do you need to use the bathroom, Kanna?" She was a little surprised at being exposed so quickly, but she backed down quickly. "Yep, I only noticed spinning that fast." Tohru looked around the playground, where the only structures were the toys, benches, and tables. She didn't recall seeing any bathrooms on the way here, either. "So do you want to go home now?" Kanna started pouting. "There's new toys here. I want to play. I can wait to use the bathroom." Tohru wasn't so sure, but it was Kanna's need, dragons had strong bladders, she gave her junior the benefit of the doubt. She'd probably be fine. --------------- Kanna was trying to achieve every kid's dream, making the swing go a full circle. But cool dragon powers didn't change her momentum, so the attempt was just as futile. But she was determined to make it work, so she was going to keep it up until her body couldn't handle any more, a limit fast approaching. There was no way she'd be lasting long with that much pee inside her, and somewhere, she knew it. She was just being stubborn and having too much fun to leave. Too bad it was getting incredibly obvious to anyone watching. This time, even Tohru couldn't look past it, Kanna needed to hurry if she wanted to stay dry. She needed to intervene, grabbing the chain of the swing to force it to a stop, Kanna would have flown off if she wasn't holding tight. "It's time to leave now, Kanna. For your own good." Kanna jumped off her seat, her knees buckling when she hit the sand. Unknown to anyone else, the landing impact shook her up, and a little pee leaked out. Perhaps she may have overestimated her abilities a hair. "I'm ready to go, Lady Tohru. But may we please make a stop on the way back," she nervously asked, as if it was nothing more than a request. Hard to admit her failings up to this point. "If there is one," Tohru corrected. "You may have to wait until we get home." Slowly, Kanna nodded, clasping her hands above her dress, right in front of her crotch. A silent suffering, one that tugged at Tohru's heart. How could anyone resist the little dragon's giant blue eyes? "But I'll keep a look out for other types of privacy." After all, it's not like bathrooms were a part of the dragon's original habitat, doing things a little more natural was technically the more common way to do business. Tohru took Kanna's hand and led her out of the park, careful not to go too fast to avoid straining the tiny girl, in the direction of Miss Kobayashi's apartment. Just as she promised, she was on the lookout for a restroom, just coming up short. They weren't going to find a dedicated bathroom outside a park, one they wouldn't pass on the return trip, but even the alleys or the plants weren't enough. Even a town that wasn't heavily populated still had too many witnesses on a weekend. Kanna was starting to demand more attention, though not intentionally. Every once in a while, her hand would slide up Tohru's wrist and tug on her sleeve. Tohru would then look down, assuming Kanna wanted something, only to find the kid looking forward. Once, the distraction was enough for her to collide with another person, who ended up knocked back from the sheer mass of a dragon. Finally, one of those pulls was accompanied with a quiet request. "Lady Tohru, why not transform into your dragon form and fly us home?" "Miss Kobayashi says I'm forbidden from transforming where I might be seen." "But it's an emergency, and you've got Perception Blocking..." "I know, and I'd totally bend the rules for your sake. But there isn't room to transform anyway, not with these narrow streets." And, understandable but still cruel, she didn't want to risk Kanna losing it while on her back, Though the reminder of her magic power was appreciated. "Though, now that you mention it, I can use Perception Blocking to make you invisible and you can go wherever you want. Do you want to do it now?" Kanna took a few seconds to seriously consider it, but subtly shook her head. "I don't want to." She started dancing a tiny bit, Tohru hoping it was the final straw that convinced her not to torture herself any longer, but Kanna stuck it out. What a time to be obstinate. It wasn't hard to guess how desperate the dragon was, no matter how much she was asserting her dominance over her bladder, but only Kanna knew the full extent it reached. She was in some horrible pain, her body wringing her around to make her drain the liquids. She was just a kid, so her introspective perception was weak, but she'd describe herself as "at my absolute limit" if she was the talkative type. She'd also say her decision to keep going regardless was the adult thing to do, instead of being needlessly difficult. Even acting like a big girl, the school-age dragon couldn't possibly make it much further. Good thing there was no one to look, because Kanna's dress was short, and it wouldn't do anything to conceal how wet her panties were. The light purple garment was progressively getting more and more stained. Soon enough, it wouldn't be possible to hide it, when little rivulets would flow down her thighs, and that would be highly visible on her white stockings. Among the senses dragons had enhanced, smell was one of them. She certainly didn't enjoy it, but Tohru had been able to smell Kanna's urine for a while now. She wanted to be respectful and not bring it up, but with the scent getting stronger, she could only conclude that time was running out. A quick examination of their surroundings, no one was looking at them at the moment, the two weren't getting a better opportunity. Tohru put her hand on Kanna's shoulder, and whispered, "Perception Blocking." Magic blanketed the dragons, covering them like a cloak, disguising them from the senses of all humans. They were effectively gone, so long as no one touched them. It took effect just in time, right when Kanna's focus gave in, her horns and tail flashed back into view. She couldn't keep up the facade any more, now she grabbed her crotch hard, going all out on the dancing with thigh-rubbing, bending down, and trembling all over. "Don't worry, Kanna, just hold on a little longer! I've got this!" Tohru got behind her friend and shoved her into the closest gap between the buildings, putting a trash can between them and the street. Even if they were unseen, the downpour about to crash down would not be. "I'm not taking no for an answer this time. Just go, Kanna." Tohru wasn't expecting another fight from Kanna, she'd have to accept her loss at some point, she couldn't be stubborn forever. She was, however, expecting Kanna to remove her panties and squat down or something. Instead, probably just to avoid the pain any longer, she simply removed her hands, spread her legs just the slightest bit, and started wetting herself. True to her concerns, it was remarkably visible. In the span of the opening seconds, her stockings were absolutely ruined all the way down to her feet. Her dress was short enough to avoid a mess, but it hardly mattered when there was just so much pee. It wasn't an insane amount, per se, but dragons already had a better bladder capacity than humans, so Kanna's stream was powerful, a perfect shining gold, and really loud. It didn't matter that they had ducked away from prying eyes, it couldn't be possible that they were still unheard. Above all else, watching this unfold in front of her, Tohru felt sorry. It'd be easy to write it off as Kanna getting what she deserved for putting this off so long, and therefore easy to have no sympathy towards. But still, Tohru and Kanna were close, living in the same house now, and one of them was having an accident. The maid dragon found herself kind of wishing she had to pee as well, at least then she could also wet herself and make the kid feel better. Kanna, meanwhile, wasn't doing as bad as expected. She wasn't stupid, she also recognized this was her fault, and she was the one who gave in without undressing. Maybe she could have made it while still taking her underwear off, but that would have taken some time, and she chose against waiting a single extra second. She was so full and hurting so bad up to this point, it was worth going through the embarrassment of soaking herself just to free herself from the stinging, chilling pain of a bursting bladder. But that didn't mean she was completely okay with what was happening. Regardless of the circumstances leading up to it, she was still doing something incredibly demeaning. Her quiet nature mostly hid her distress, but tears still began forming on the bottoms of her eyes, as her head fell and made her look incredibly melancholy. By the time her stream lost most of its force, she looked bad. Tohru noticed, it was impossible not to, and her moment to shine as a caretaker came. Delicately, she reached her right hand out, and gently wiped Kanna's tears off with her index finger. "It's fine. I don't blame you for what happened." Kanna wouldn't make eye contact, seemingly rejecting the comforts. "No, I mean it! Even Miss Kobayashi wets herself sometimes when she's been drinking!" Perhaps throwing someone else under the bus wasn't the best way to deal with this. It didn't seem to make Kanna feel better, at least. Tohru sighed at her own failure. "Point is, it's not a big deal. Let's just get home and get you cleaned up. Take my hand." She dismissed her own Perception Blocking while leaving Kanna's active, and held out her own arm. Kanna, who had thankfully kept her hands dry through the ordeal, reluctantly took hold. Tohru may not have been able to bring her back quickly as a full-out dragon, but she'd still do whatever she could for her little dragon friend. FarfLord, Kuro1608, hollow32 and 7 others 9 1 Quote Link to comment
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Captain L 1,648 Posted March 3, 2017 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 3, 2017 Sometimes it was better to be home. As soon as the dragons entered the door to Miss Kobayashi's apartment, Kanna undressed and took a bath, and was now sleeping and recharging (quite literally). Tohru, while washing the wet clothes scales, had informed Kobayashi of the day's events. She had just finished recounting the full story, and Kobayashi wasn't too pleased with one of the later details. "Did you really need to tell her about my accidents?" "If Kanna's living here, she would have found out for herself sooner or later," Tohru justified. Kobayashi grumbled. "And I would have preferred if it was later. Still, I'm surprised. I would never have expected Kanna to piss herself. She just seems better than that." "You're sending the signal that it's okay when you do it. I think you're being a bad influence on her, Miss Kobayashi..." "I thought you just said she didn't know about me doing it." "...with you staying out late with a guy, frequent drinking, keeping inappropriate materials out where kids can see them..." "For the last time, 'Dragon Ball' is not pornographic!" "Point is, you need to watch yourself. You're not a single woman anymore, we need to set a good example for our child." "Is that how you see this living arrangement," Kobayashi asked, exasperated. Still, maybe Tohru had a point, she'd feel pretty bad if innocent little Kanna grew into a morally bankrupt adult because of her own habits. Though, considering the fellow dragons she was surrounded by, it was a miracle it didn't happen already. They were lustful, lust-inducing, hateful, the only thing they had was that they controlled their bladders. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you use the bathroom, Tohru." "Of course not, I'm an adult dragon. We've got strong bladders that hold a lot, it's only a problem every day or two. Honestly, I'm amazed humans can manage having to go every few hours." Just then, an idea popped in Tohru's head, and she was up and hovering over Kobayashi in a millisecond. "Did you want to see me pee, Miss Kobayashi?!" For being such a mighty dragon, it wasn't hard for a desk job human to push her away. "Absolutely not what I was getting at. Just curious." Though, similarly, Kobayashi had an idea. Tohru had gone out with Kanna immediately after breakfast, and had done laundry right when she got back. That left her no time to have peed today, not when she was too heavy a sleeper to go in the middle of the night. And she didn't recall Tohru excusing herself any time last night, so she had to be filling up by now. "Actually, how much do you have to go now," she asked, with a devilish grin on her face. Tohru couldn't be happier. "Well, it's not too bad now, but I can drink a lot of water to fill up fast! I wouldn't hide any of my body from you!" Before anyone could stop her, she dashed to the kitchen, grabbed a cup, filled it with tap water, and was chugging it down. She probably would have kept going until she was sick to her stomach if Kobayashi didn't stop her. "You're being gross again. What I'm trying to say is, you act so high and mighty as a dragon, I want to see your limits. Hold it in as long as you can, until I say it's okay to pee." "Why do you want me to do that?" "Think of it as a humbling experience. You need to understand how bad it is for us humans that always need to go if you want to be part of our society." Perhaps it wasn't the strongest argument, even Tohru was about to debate it, but Kobayashi shut her up with one final statement. "Don't you know it's the duty of the maid to follow their master's wishes?" That was it, the perfect hit to a dragon's pride, sharp enough to pierce scales. "Of course, I'll do anything you ask, Miss Kobayashi! No toilet for me until your permission is granted!" Kobayashi smirked. If nothing else, this should prove to be entertaining. ---------------- True to Tohru's claims, hours passed before the first major landmark of desperation was hit. Dinner had been finished and eaten, without tail meat at Kobayashi's begging, so now it was time to clean up the dishes. That's when Tohru first noticed a need to pee, as the faucet was pouring water into the sink, her body giving the message that it would like to do the same. It wasn't the worst, but it was enough to get her to shuffle her legs around a little. It was a very subtle movement, hidden well under her dress, but Kobayashi was on the watch and caught it. "Things getting bad over there, Tohru," she asked, a layer of amusement over the inflection, sipping a can of beer. "Of course not," the haughty dragon replied. "This is nothing I haven't handled before!" Even if she was being truthful with that claim, she still winced at the feeling of submerging her hands in the bath of warm water she'd be using for the next half hour. She didn't know, but this was a common trick for getting someone to wet themselves, so enduring wouldn't be easy. "Well, that's a shame. Probably would have let you go if you really needed it." Kobayashi was enjoying this perhaps a bit too much. "You better hope you don't last too long, it'd be a real problem if your limit was while I'm at work." Tohru whined, but she didn't stop working. "If I keep following Miss Kobayashi's wishes, she's sure to reward me for it," she whispered. Not quietly enough, it seems. "Don't count on it." --------------- Tohru woke with a start in the total black of night. This wasn't totally unusual, she'd have nightmares every once in a while, but it was for a completely different reason this time. "I have to go so bad!" Her bladder was so full, she was constantly being forced into an awakened state in the hopes that she'd relent and answer her body's needs. The natural instincts just had nothing on her dedication to her master. That resolve didn't make it easy, however. Laying on her back, she was rolling left and right, just stopping short of resting on her stomach in either direction. When she was sitting still, she was crossing her legs as tight as possible and rocking upwards. The whole time, she was moaning and gasping, one would be forgiven for thinking the dragon might explode in a matter of seconds. And this violent struggle was sufficient to wake up Tohru's bedmate. "Lady Tohru, what's wrong," Kanna asked, rubbing sleepiness out of her eyes. "I-it's nothing to worry about, Kanna. I just need to pee a bunch..." It hurt to even say it, at this point even a slight touch would probably set her off. "Then why aren't you using the bathroom?" As someone who had an accident earlier, she really didn't comprehend why Tohru was purposefully putting herself in the same trap. "It's an adult thing, Kanna, you won't understand until you get older. There are just certain things we have to do." With no idea what Tohru was talking about, Kanna just gave up and went back to sleep, and the older dragon was alone once more. At least it seemed this was just a wave of intense desperation that had since passed. She was still in pain, but could charitably be described as "manageable" now. It was still a hassle to fall back asleep, and when she did, she dreamed of waterfalls, rivers, and other tortures. ---------------- "Please, Miss Kobayashi! Let me use the bathroom already!" Morning had come around after what felt like an eternity, and Tohru looked like trash. She looked pale and tired, her pajamas and hair were ragged, and she was doing the most frantic pee dance she could imagine. Kobayashi had barely exited her bedroom before Tohru was on her, repeating variations on "let me use the bathroom", "I have to go so bad", "I can't hold it any longer", and other pleading. Instead of answering the request then, Kobayashi further taunted her maid by first using the toilet herself and pouring some coffee. Only then did she sit down and begin paying attention. "I'm really going to pee myself soon, Miss Kobayashi!" She was panting heavily, her whole body trembling, sweating, eyes closed hard, knees pressed together, and her large tail kept whacking the wooden floor with a loud thud, along with her strong dragon foot rapidly tapping in a much faster rhythm, both no doubt disturbing whoever lived beneath them. But besides all that, Kobayashi was starting to feel kind of bad. Even though she knew well enough the kind of devotion Tohru had for her, she really never expected her to go this far. She was just about to end it, when Tohru, on the verge of tears, shouted, "how can you humans put up with this?!" The condescending way she said "you humans" lost some sympathy points. "Fine, you can go...if you get on your knees and beg." "Uh...I-I would, but I can't really get down, you know?" Anything more than standing up straight, the external pressure on her bladder would be too much. But Kobayashi's stern stare was not faltering, she wasn't going to be the one to give in. Still shaking, she started sliding one foot back to lower her body to the ground to get on a single knee. She was halfway to that position when the dam burst. Nearly in a squat position that just felt natural to let go in, the first spurt escaped. While Tohru used her scales as clothing, like other dragons did, that wardrobe did not include underwear, and the shirt that made her only pajamas didn't go down that far. As such, that first shot of pee had no obstruction on its way to the floor. It was the only loss for a few seconds, enough time for both Tohru and Kobayashi to notice and realize what was happening. It was dead silent as both stared at the little yellowed drop. The rest soon followed with a loud hiss, as a thick stream of urine flowed freely onto the floor, forming a puddle with a roaring splash that made her earlier noises sound more like cotton balls falling in comparison. The collection of liquid continued to spread, surrounding Tohru's feet in a matter of seconds as its radius increased beyond even that size. The whole time, the dragon's face turned red, to a point it was nearly glowing. She was making one amazing mess, that would have been embarrassing enough, but she was also doing it right in front of Miss Kobayashi while she was begging to use the bathroom. What kind of dragon, no, what kind of maid did that make her? It took a minute of this incredibly strong peeing before it finally started cutting off. Finally, there was nothing else pouring out, the splashing echo died out and things were quiet again. But Tohru still looked stressed, straining to speak. "Finally...I stopped it..." "Huh?! You're not finished yet," Kobayashi asked incredulously. Tohru didn't ask for permission this time, she just got on her feet and bolted for the bathroom. Didn't sound like she had the time to shut the door, instead saving that second to get onto the toilet. And that one was more than heard, now that she could fully let go, the dragon let out one hell of a gushing pee that once again made everything prior seem more like child's play. And even that was almost drowned out by her screaming moan of ecstasy. No way the neighbors wouldn't be knocking on their door soon. Trying to distract herself from almost needing to pee again purely from association, Kobayashi put her attention on the other half of the release. "Damn, that's amazing. I don't think I could match even that." And it was starting to smell, not quite like human urine but not dissimilar, so that needed to be cleaned up. She could wait for Tohru, but Kobayashi still got up and grabbed a roll of paper towels. "Better hope this stuff isn't caustic or something." Taking a few seconds to bask in the relief once her bladder finally emptied, Tohru cleaned herself up and washed her claws. Thankfully, her shirt was so short, it didn't get caught in the crossfire and remained entirely dry, so there didn't need to be more laundry done. The dragon left the bathroom to return to her master, only to find her on her knees cleaning up the mess. "Miss Kobayashi, you don't need to do that! It's my mess, it's my work!" "Don't worry about it, Tohru. It's pretty much my fault this happened, I'll take the fall for cleaning." She was still a little emotional from the pleading not 5 minutes ago, so Tohru started crying, jumping onto Kobayashi and very nearly knocking her into the pee. "That's so nice, Miss Kobayashi!" Then she grabbed the paper towel roll from her hands, leaving her with the handful she had already pulled off. "But this is still my job as your amazing maid!" "Don't go adding unnecessary adjectives." Still, Kobayashi did feel pretty proud of her maid for doing the right thing, like this was a secret test of character. And she was still in awe at the might of a dragon, that's a tidbit about the mythical species she'd be remembering. Zorb, WetWinter, HPattern and 5 others 8 Quote Link to comment
Bellatrixfan 32 Posted March 3, 2017 Share Posted March 3, 2017 That was so awesome I love dragons =) Quote Link to comment
HaHaTimeForOmo 32 Posted March 3, 2017 Share Posted March 3, 2017 10 hours ago, Captain L said: "For the last time, 'Dragon Ball' is not pornographic!" These are the kinds of things that make your stories worth reading Quote Link to comment
NearNudeLayla 125 Posted March 10, 2017 Share Posted March 10, 2017 I love the idea thay dragons have large bladders, and when they pee, its a big deal. Like they can hold all that, but they also have to take the time to empty it. Quote Link to comment
Orange Juice 3 Posted March 10, 2017 Share Posted March 10, 2017 I absolutely loved this idea for a story! The idea that a large animal such as a dragon could hold alot of pee but has too take time to empty it is cool. Quote Link to comment
Zapp Renfro 844 Posted March 11, 2017 Share Posted March 11, 2017 Aaaaa the concept for how pee works for these dragons is nice, I like it! (and has me more tempted to write something with Fafnir.......) Quote Link to comment
MasterXploder 749 Posted March 12, 2017 Share Posted March 12, 2017 So I wonder if the next part will focus on the adorkable Elma or the ridiculously-endowed Lucoa. If it's the latter, I hope Shouta gets worked in there as well. Quote Link to comment
MKDude 19 Posted March 13, 2017 Share Posted March 13, 2017 Loving it! Looking forward to the next part. Quote Link to comment
Blank Rainbow 0 Posted March 16, 2017 Share Posted March 16, 2017 Nice story. ^^ Hope to see more. Quote Link to comment
Captain L 1,648 Posted March 16, 2017 Author Share Posted March 16, 2017 Author's note: Proofread by MasterXploder. Getting close to finishing the dragons. --------------- "Kobayashi, I require assistance!" The newest dragon to enter Kobayashi's life, Elma, was not limited to her home. This dragon had, by pure coincidence, started working the same job. And, as both were discovering, a programming job was not a smart choice for a mythical creature that had never seen technology. As such, she was relying on the red-haired veteran of computers a lot. Kobayashi was starting to get used to the dependency, but she still hated being interrupted from her own work. "Alright, what's your problem now?" If another programmer was having issues with their code, it was generally a syntax error, maybe some Unicode, that's the mindset she was in. Which made what she found all the more "amazing". "Let's see, you spelled that word wrong, you've got improper spacing here, you forgot closing brackets there, you're programming in Java language instead of Python, and that's not a character in any human language. How did you even type that?" "You humans use complicated writings." Elma sipped some coffee she kept on her desk. It didn't provide any benefit to her, but it was part of the human disguise. She probably didn't need it, she already looked the part by hiding her horn and tail, wearing a suit with the jacket all the way on, and a pair of superficial glasses. Just, better safe than sorry, she needed the job to pay rent and food without a portal to the other world. Kobayashi stroked Elma's hair, an action the reptile found great pleasure in. "Well, at your rate of progress, you'll get there soon enough." She walked back to her seat, mumbling something about spending years in college, and the dragon had to get back to work. Out of habit, she grabbed the mug and drank some more. She may not have felt the caffeine, but she appreciated the warmth, even without being fire-based. With the cup half-empty, she almost helped herself to more, but thought better of it. Coffee was still liquid, and consuming enough of that had the same effect on dragons as it did on humans. It had been a long time coming, but Elma was really feeling her bladder's discomfort. Now was most certainly the time she'd be relieving herself, probably a good while before now, if she had the option. Being the newest immigrant from a different world, Elma was still learning the intricacies of this human civilization. As an advocate of harmony between the two species, she had working knowledge of her native humans, but these ones were so much more advanced. She was particularly impressed with the water system for removing bodily waste installed in their living quarters, it made things much more convenient than finding a spot in nature for appropriate discretion. Too bad it was still early in the workday. She had quite a few hours remaining before she could return home, so she had quite the wait ahead of her. As such, she found herself unintentionally placing one of her legs above the other, pressing her large thighs together just a bit. It helped calm her bladder down somewhat, assuring her that she'd be fine for a while longer. Still, even with a dragon's liquid capacity, she'd want to consider all options, just in case things didn't go as planned. After all, holding it that long was asking a lot, and Elma had more than her share of potty emergencies in the past. Obviously, she'd avoid wetting herself above all else, or anything else equally attention-grabbing and/or embarrassing. So, what alternatives did she have? Well, the most apparent was the mug she was already using for fluids, if she consumed its current contents first. Or maybe she could find something else in the building, if the slave drivers would allow her to leave her post. "Well, as the humans say, I can cross that bridge when I get to it." --------------- Elma stuck to her plan of waiting until her desperation was a serious problem before giving it more thought, that lasted for another hour. However, now she needed to cross the river while the bridge was still out of view, and about to get wet because of it. At this point, if anyone was focusing on the dragon instead of their own work, they'd see just how badly she was struggling. Her legs weren't crossed and her hands were firmly on the keyboard, but she was rocking forward and back, grinding her butt side to side in the seat, biting her bottom lip and blushing, her face sweating, almost chewing on the collar to her shirt. She missed the scarf on her ordinary outfit, it made for good nibbling when she was stressed. Even if the workers directly to her sides were looking, she wasn't quite in the state of mind to notice. So far, she had done well at the arduous ordeal at keeping her clothes dry. Though, if she had as many layers on her lower half as her upper, it'd take quite the leak to be visible. Underneath her jacket, sweater, and collared shirt was her usual one-piece swimsuit, serving as the substitute for panties should someone look up her skirt. It would retain water better than ordinary underwear, but it wouldn't last forever. Not even their true identity as disguised scales meant anything when it came to this. It wouldn't last much longer, not at this rate. Her first little trickle found its way out, sending the solid signal that she'd need to find some sort of way out, now. Once again, she looked longingly at her coffee mug, now emptied. It may have small capacity, but maybe she could use it for a slight bit of relief to take the edge off. If only she had the ability to mask the sound, the people were too densely packed to have any hope of keeping that secret. So engrossed in her fight, Elma didn't even realize someone else had approached from behind. "How are you doing now," Kobayashi asked, leaning over the dragon's shoulder to get a better look at her screen. "Okay, you're using a double array when, with some clever code, you can save memory with a single array. Get that kind of thing locked down and you'll be at Computer Science 101 level in no time." Kobayashi had come over with the intent of checking on her coworker's progress, so it took her a while before she noticed Elma's body movements, which had not eased down in the intermediate time. She really never expected to get so used to this sight. "Are you dragons just naturally stubborn, or do you all have something to prove?" From the piercing way Kobayashi's dead-fish eyes were staring, Elma could tell her cover had been blown. The desperation part, not the dragon part, that one was long-established. "No, I'm not trying anything. I j-just..." Before she could finish that thought, however long it would take to vocalize it, she was slapped on the back of the head. "Go to the bathroom." Elma wanted to stay, ask what she was supposed to do, where she was supposed to go, but the human was scaring her, and trying to ask questions seemed like a bad idea. Instead, she stood up, did her best to straighten out and look normal, but still ran out of the office into the halls, probably drawing everyone's attention in the process. "What do I do what do I do what do I do," she repeated as fast as her mouth would let her, looking around to find no witnesses, giving her the freedom to grab under her skirt with all the strength she could muster. Didn't take long before she discovered that was no longer enough and started dancing and shaking to ease her bladder just barely enough. "This is bad, this is horrible," she muttered. Elma hadn't been this desperate since...actually, not that long ago. When she came through the portal to this world to challenge Tohru, she was put on a full day's detour by the chaos dragon, while she was determined not to interfere with the natural order by doing something like emptying her bladder. She had to relent just a bit in the empty field she was sent to, but the journey back to Japan after that was torture. She really wished she wouldn't have to suffer through that again, especially not so soon. Once again, she had to plan out the options before her, from scratch this time. She no longer had anything on her, her only sources of relief would be in the environment. The most appealing would be to transform into her reptilian form and fly to her apartment to use the toilet, but that had to be rejected almost immediately. Ignoring that she probably couldn't hold it long enough anymore to do that, a dragon would certainly be noticed, and a follower of order had no need for Perception Blocking magic. "Oohhhhhhh, I might just do it anywhere..." She was very close to accepting that, finding a secluded corner and making good on her word, but she just couldn't. After years of preaching harmony between humans and dragons, not interfering with their society, she couldn't cause such a huge mess for them. With so much pressure that it seemed like she might pop any second, Elma couldn't prevent herself from crying in anguish, the tears getting the lenses of her glasses dirty and forcing her to remove them for the time being. She was holding so hard she was hurting even harder, her legs were pushing together and forcing her hands in farther, so close to her privates that following leaks were easily felt and making her more nervous, which made her lose further hold. "Gonna...burst..." Her posture started faltering as her feet slid back on the hard carpet, ready to fall to her knees. If she didn't think of some solution soon, a huge portion of the rug would be soaked. With no forethought or planning, she ran through the nearest door at the other end of the hall, not caring what it housed. At least it was empty, the lights were out, but it was also cramped, she almost tripped over something while shutting the door behind her. It didn't take long for Elma's powerful dragon eyes to adjust to the darkness, and subsequently deduce where she had ended up. "Aren't these the supplies the cleaning person uses?" That was good, that was really good. "I can make a mess and clean it up myself!" A wholesome thought, but a few too many steps to be viable, which her bladder wasted no time in screaming at her for by attempting to force its contents out. "Or I can use that bucket!" It was about a foot deep with equal diameter, it should have appropriate capacity for a dragon at their limits from her experience with chamber pots. It felt wrong, but sometimes moral sacrifices needed to be made, before she exploded. She squatted down into a sitting position directly above the container, adjusting a few inches in various directions to properly center her ass. While keeping her skirt out of the way with her left hand, she slid her right hand down to pull the crotch of her swimsuit aside, but she just couldn't hold another second. "Whatever, that's fine..." Not like it couldn't get wet. To say Elma peeing was loud would be a gross understatement. The Leviathan-caliber spray of water into the hard plastic bucket produced a deafening roar that echoed endlessly in the confines of the broom closet, and couldn't have been much quieter from the outside. It soon morphed into a crashing waterfall as the bucket filled with hot, foamy relief that lost absolutely no harshness to her sensitive ears. It was hard on her nose, too, that much urine left an awful lingering odor. And the very real possibility that someone may discover her in this awkward position kept her on her claws. It did nothing to dampen Elma's spirits at the moment, however. "This feels...so good." Panting heavily, the blush that had remained on her face for so long increased in intensity, until she was a solid bright red. She was smiling hard with her eyes sparkling, in what would probably be the best she felt for a long time. If only there didn't have to be immense pain to get to this level of bliss. She could stay in this moment of ecstasy for a lot longer than the current three minutes before getting tired of it, her leg muscles could handle it, but there was only so much pee she was capable of holding. Finally, her firehose of urine lessened, ending somewhere around thirty seconds after that. "Phew...oh, I needed that so badly." The shelf above her had a roll of paper towels, so she ripped one portion off and wiped herself down the best she could manage. Finally, Elma was done. She could look over her handiwork, a nearly full bucket that was entirely void of contents when she found it. That was a lot of gallons. Though, being such a rule-abiding dragon, she wasn't done yet. "Okay, now how do I get rid of this?" Even if she was confident enough to take the bucket out, what would she do with it? Couldn't just dump it out the window, not with passers-by on the sidewalk below. She didn't know where else she could dispose of water in the building, either. "Oh, the humans would know! With their small bladders, they have to have done this many times!" Perfect, she made a mental note of where this closet was as she ran back to her office, expecting everyone else to be drumming away on their computers as usual. Instead, they were standing, wandering around, putting on jackets like it was the end of the day when it wasn't even noon, and Elma needed an answer. "Kobayashi, what's happening?" "Management says there's a broken pipe somewhere and they need to check it out. I'm willing to bet it was you, right?" "I don't know! I need help, please!" She grabbed Kobayashi's hand and pulled her along out of the room. --------------- Kobayashi was looking over what Elma had produced, or more accurately, where she had released it. "You used a bucket?" "Yes, and I need to get rid of it! How do humans do it when they need to relieve themselves?" "We use the bathroom. It's down the hall that way. You walk past it when you enter or leave the building, how did you not notice?" Elma looked down in the direction being referred to. "That's what those symbols mean?! You have bathrooms outside your homes?!" Yet another difference from the humans she knew, so she was learning, just at the wrong time. "Why didn't you tell me before?!" "Didn't you say you stood for and understood humans? I assumed you knew that basic fact already." She covered her nose as the strong smell of dragon pee hit her hard. "So you can deal with this yourself." She left Elma to clean her own mess as she wanted to go home already. Alone again, Elma looked between where Kobayashi exited, her still-present problem, and at the bathroom once. At least she could dump the bucket in a toilet, but still, she was upset. "I'm sorry, but right now, I hate humans." Zorb, WetWinter, Ms. Tito and 1 other 3 1 Quote Link to comment
Melificentfan 1,215 Posted March 16, 2017 ✨ Legendary Member Share Posted March 16, 2017 Lol poor elma im glad she got to use the bucket though Quote Link to comment
deepAzure 8 Posted March 18, 2017 Share Posted March 18, 2017 This was beautiful. I wonder if the non dragon characters will part of this? Quote Link to comment
Captain L 1,648 Posted March 20, 2017 Author Share Posted March 20, 2017 On 3/18/2017 at 6:58 PM, deepAzure said: This was beautiful. I wonder if the non dragon characters will part of this? Well, running down the list of human characters that matter: I'm not interested in Saikawa in this sense, and she only works as a companion to Kanna. Kobayashi is surprisingly attractive, but she's too normal to work with. But after seeing pictures of his role in the school play, I'm heavily leaning towards Shouta playing a part in a hypothetical Lucoa chapter. Quote Link to comment
MasterXploder 749 Posted March 20, 2017 Share Posted March 20, 2017 1 hour ago, Captain L said: Well, running down the list of human characters that matter: I'm not interested in Saikawa in this sense, and she only works as a companion to Kanna. Kobayashi is surprisingly attractive, but she's too normal to work with. But after seeing pictures of his role in the school play, I'm heavily leaning towards Shouta playing a part in a hypothetical Lucoa chapter. Quote Link to comment
Captain L 1,648 Posted May 2, 2017 Author Share Posted May 2, 2017 Author's note: Edited by MasterXploder. Surprised with the stuff you catch. --------------- "You dragons are weird." Explaining to Tohru why she was home early, Kobayashi really had no choice but to also recount Elma's part of the story. That bit was how she ended the tale. "You don't have to be so judging," the dragon replied. "I've seen you do some weird things when you need to use the bathroom too." "Yeah yeah, I know, I piss myself when I'm drunk, you really don't have to keep reminding me." "That's not what I was talking about this time..." Tohru nervously played with her fingers, rubbing her fingertips and tapping them on the back of the opposite hand. "Do you remember when we met?" "When we first met? I was pretty black-out wasted, meeting a freaking dragon is hazy, no way I'd remember anything less." "Aww..." Tohru's head fell, that the most important moment in her life was forgotten by the woman who made it so special. "Okay, then, it's my story time. Here's what happened..." "Please don't exaggerate, I don't want to hear you making up something like 'I asked to grab your tits'." --------------- "Woooooo!" Kobayashi was having a good time, most people do when they're so flat-out drunk they take the train to the mountains when they'd need to go to work the next morning. But it wasn't all bad, she didn't run into any bears that would maul a defenseless programmer. Just a giant dragon. Honestly, that should have been enough to kill her where her body would never be found, but she did the good deed of removing a fatal sword, so that earned her tolerance from the reptile. And they were having a good conversation. Kobayashi was just venting about how much her life sucked, and Tohru, in a human form, was listening and agreeing despite her total lack of understanding of human culture. Kobayashi was just that charismatic, or something else that got Tohru invested in the discussion. Maybe it was just the alcohol, this woman's bender was lasting as long as she could manage. "So...this is that alcohol that Lucoa mentioned?" Tohru looked over the cup her drinking partner had on her for some reason, trying to comprehend the appeal of a beverage that makes the drinker do some crazy stuff. "Yeah! It's great, everything's fun now! I found a dragon, that's pretty rad!" She put her arm around Tohru's shoulder and swung them both side to side in a lazy attempt at a dance. To keep the party going, she reached into her coat. "Hold on, I got more!" She dug through every pocket on her person looking for the good stuff, but was unable to locate more booze. "Oh, I guess I'm out." She sulked and drooped her head, all sad and depressed. Even though this Kobayashi was nothing more than a simple human, Tohru found herself a little disappointed that her stash was empty. "Wait here," she commanded, swiping her arm upwards to open a portal to her home world. The sudden surge of energy blew a wind around the women, most notably blowing Tohru's cloak all around. She had nothing on underneath, but right now, she didn't care. "I'll be right back." Wings sprouted from her back, and the dragon was gone. So now Kobayashi had to entertain herself. Her first solution was taking in the scenery, the tranquil forest. She had ended up so far away from civilization, there were no sounds of modern society, just wind and the occasional hooting of an owl. Within seconds, she had seen all there was to see, and she fell over in a drunken stupor. The impact rattled her body, not to the point she'd throw up, but it shook up a different organ. "Yep. Gotta piss." That was just an inevitability with how many drinks she had consumed, let alone alcohol. She could hold her liquor, but once it went south, that's when it got difficult. The last time she had voided herself was immediately before leaving the bar. How long ago was that? She couldn't even use the intervening events to gauge, given the weird stuff that had occurred in that time that could fill a year in her life's biography. Point was, Kobayashi couldn't see herself returning to human culture any time soon. If she was to empty her bladder, it was going to be around here. That was fine with her, she had her share of experience with that kind of thing. That's what happened with long train rides from work, sometimes it just took too long and making it back home was an impossibility. After all, if no one would see, who really cared? That was all the convincing the programmer needed, she stumbled back onto her feet and staggered towards one of the trees, her coat slipping off her shoulders somewhere along the line. Standing in front of the thick trunk, she prepared to squat down like girls do, but hesitated. She was drunk, she wasn't thinking straight, it was time to get experimental. "Let's try it standing up like a guy!" Instead, she began fumbling to remove her belt, she was still thinking enough to recognize she had the disadvantage of needing to remove her pants. Just as she was unbuttoning, Tohru finally returned through the portal, carrying a large barrel over her shoulder. "I'm back! I found some really good alcohol from my home! Let's see how you handle..." In the middle of her proclamation, she finally noticed her drinking buddy's change in location. "Um, what are you doing?" "Oh, hey dragon! I just gotta take a quick whiz!" It actually didn't matter she was being watched, at least when she wasn't sober, she resumed undressing, letting her pants fall to her ankles and showing off her appropriately-colored yellow panties. Tohru covered her nose to hide some sudden bleeding, which only escalated when Kobayashi continued by sliding that underwear down and exposing her butt. Still, for reasons beyond the sudden arousal, Tohru was fascinated. She was raised to hate humans, that was programmed into her personality (even if she had made an exception in the past), yet she had put herself into a similar body for the time being. And, quite honestly, that body also felt the need to relieve itself now, with its owner having no idea how to do so. A demonstration would be of immediate benefit. To get the best view, the dragon dropped her haul and snuck next to the half-naked woman, around the circumference of the same tree. If she even noticed, Kobayashi didn't mind. With her arms at her side, she tilted her hips forward to arc her privates away from her feet. Things looked clear, and she started peeing without a moment wasted. And damn, did it look relieving. It erupted from her in a thick rush, golden and clear, bubbling up and steaming once it hit the ground. The sigh that came out was broken and heavy, this could have been the best leak she'd had in a long time. It just had one major error that ruined the whole thing. She was aiming to shoot forward, so it would run down the bark and pool at the roots. Instead, even with the attempt at an angle, her urine still managed to gain no distance, it crashed right into the front of her panties and soaked through into her dress pants. And of course, it took her too long to notice. "Aw, crap." Tohru didn't have a frame of reference for how humans peeing was supposed to look, but even she could tell this wasn't right. "What are you trying to do?" "Trying to piss standing up like a dude. Guess chicks can't really." The dragon looked over Kobayashi, certain bits in particular, how those parts were working. She had no idea about any of the intricacies of human genitalia, she didn't even know much about the reptilian equivalent, but she was keen to solve the mystery. From her perspective, it seemed the issue was the initial slant, it just didn't provide forward momentum, it would need manual adjustment. First things first, she'd need visual confirmation to fine tune the process. Tohru didn't need to put so much effort into undressing, she just flung the cloak off her body, becoming completely nude. She spread her feet apart to fully bring her dragonhood into the open, and started going. She wasn't as bursting as Kobayashi, so the result wasn't quite so forceful, but it looked just as nice. She could have kept at it like this, she wasn't wetting anything, but she was curious and wanted an answer. Tohru took her hands and positioned them around her privates. The first touch involved her claws, and that's when she discovered this body was nowhere near as durable, that hurt and she yelped. Now she was being careful, retracting her talons and generally being a lot more gentle. She began playing with her personal waterfall, changing the type of spray to things like a thin, fan-like spread, the amount that instead ran down her legs, and the impact point. That last one in particular took a lot of finagling, but she did find the correct arrangement. Satisfied, she relaxed and took in the relaxing feeling, with that perfect splash of pee against the wooden trunk, the golden stream cascading down through the cracks in the bark. Now this was an ideal bathroom visit. Except for the other girl directly to her left, that was a little weird, but she had brought that upon herself. "Hey, I figured it out!" Just as the declaration of success was made, the adjacent water stream died. Kobayashi looked over at Tohru's success, and down at the puddle covering and beneath her shoes, and how much of it was now one with her pants. "Well, that sucks. Should have just squatted." Still, she shrugged and pulled her clothes back up. Lazily, though, she barely got past zipping and buttoning her pants before giving up, leaving her belt open and swinging free as she hobbled away, back to the new stash of hooch that marked what she now called home. "Come on, dragon! Pop the keg open and let's get back to partying!" Tohru would have liked to comply, but she was kind of busy now. No matter how much golden release soaked into the dirt, more just kept coming to maintain and expand the puddle splayed out before her, big enough to be warming the soles of her feet. "Hurry up," she shouted, baring her sharp teeth like it would intimidate herself. At least she was the only one frustrated, Kobayashi was watching from afar, intently and laughing. "Damn! How much can dragons piss?" That caught Tohru off-guard, praise like that, from a human no less. "Uh...a lot? Maybe the same as I would in dragon form?" She just had to deal with the pipe releasing it being much smaller than it would be on her full body, thereby taking forever. As in, a full ten minutes before her bladder ran dry, with a resulting pool at the roots that could probably keep it watered for a month. And, as she soon discovered, she had not thrown her robe far, allowing it to get drenched off to the side, where no one had noticed it floating in dragon fluid. Somehow, she had managed to soak her clothes more than Kobayashi, there was barely a dry spot to hold it up by. Still, she wasn't bothered. She barely cared about being naked, and she could clean it. In a move that would disgust most others, Tohru shoved the whole cloak into her mouth, swished it around her puffed-out cheeks, and spat it back out. Now it was perfectly clean, the power of magic at work, and she draped it back over her body. Ever easily impressed, Kobayashi clapped at the display of mythical power. Tohru looked at her audience, with her pants shining in the moonlight. "Do you want me to wash your clothes too?" "Ooh, willing like a proper maid! Nah, I can survive a little dampness!" It seemed like a deliberate downplay of her own predicament, but she actually couldn't register how drenched she was under her own inebriation. She had been talking about maids all night, and Tohru was familiar with the occupation, but that final statement had piqued her curiosity at last. "Okay, what is being a maid all about?" Kobayashi broke into a huge smile and cracked her knuckles. "Alright then, listen up, dragon! You're entering a world you knew nothing of before now!" And thus, the office worker began a lecture worthy of a college professor, and Tohru was ready to learn. Even after Kobayashi finally passed out, was returned home, and returned to a kind of ordinary life, a dragon's lesson of maids continued for long after. Because she moved in with Kobayashi. --------------- "Yeah yeah, I put that together." "Huh," Tohru asked. "That you moved in with me after that. Amazingly, I noticed." "So I'm not a good storyteller?" "Don't quit your day job," Kobayashi offered. "Actually, I suppose it was a little evocative." "Really?" "Yeah, I gotta piss now." The redhead got up and left for the bathroom, and her dragon maid was alone in the living room. And she was fine with that. "Miss Kobayashi complimented me!" She freaked out the way humans usually did around their dragons, falling onto the couch in the process. It took nearly the entirety of Kobayashi's toilet visit for her to calm down, but she did eventually sit still. "I'm so glad I met you, Miss Kobayashi," she whispered lovingly. Not quietly enough, it seems. "Don't make it weird," Kobayashi ordered, prompting Tohru to straighten out and sit upright under the master's request. MasterXploder, akarin, WetWinter and 3 others 5 1 Quote Link to comment
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Captain L 1,648 Posted August 19, 2017 Author Share Posted August 19, 2017 Author's note: Goddamn, MasterXploder, calm it down with the editing! A million things to fix on this one! --------------- "How could my life get any worse?" Shouta Magatsuchi was savvy enough to know bad things happened to whoever tempted fate like that, but the fifth-grade boy honestly believed his words. True, a lot of facets to his existence were going well, his family was fine (whenever he saw them), his grades were good, even his magical talent was impressive for his age. There was just one thing ruining everything, and her name was Quetzalcoatl. He had unintentionally summoned her into his home a while back while practicing magic, and she wouldn't leave. If that wasn't bad enough, the way she continued to cling to him was concerning, to put it lightly. She joined him in baths, slept into the same bed, and routinely suffocated him between her not sweater puppies, but full-grown sweater mastiff hounds. She was getting a lot closer to a young boy than most would be allowed, and that meant only one explanation: he had summoned a succubus that wanted to feed on him! Quetzalcoatl, or Lucoa, had denied this many times, but Shouta didn't believe it. Aside from her horns, horns a demon would also have, she had no characteristics of the dragon she claimed to be, especially now that Shouta had seen other dragons to compare. Lucoa lacked a tail even when fully exposed, a state he had seen her in too many times to count. Okay, maybe he had been growing closer to Lucoa over the months they had lived together, but then she'd do something that would sour his opinion of her again. Right now, the source of his frustration was a Christmas play the dragons' circle of friends was putting on for the elderly home. Even if he wasn't an actor, he wasn't too against that idea. The problem was where the rewrites of this script were going. Initially, this was just supposed to be "The Little Match Girl", with Kanna in the title role. A hundred changes later, it now involved Shouta turning into a magical girl in the middle of the show, costume and all. Lucoa didn't even object to the humiliation, she was actually excited to see him in a dress. But everyone else was on board, and they had put so much time and pain into the production, it'd be mean to object now. The real embarrassing thing now was, as they were nearing the performance time, Shouta needed help with his costume. He didn't have any idea how to put one of these on, especially not by himself, and he had no other male actors to help. So, he needed Lucoa to dress him, in full wardrobe that required he completely strip down. At least she was accommodating enough to not look when he changed underwear, though he wasn't convinced she didn't peek. It was hard to tell with her eyes always closed. With no one looking, Shouta took in how pathetic he looked in this state of undress. They weren't even normal women's underwear like he had seen in his mom's laundry, more like white bloomers. That technically meant they covered more, but they were so...flowery, with all the fabric frills. This was already the most mortifying thing he had ever been subject to, and he hadn't even gone out in front of the crowd yet. With no prompting, Lucoa decided it was okay to look now, and she smiled. "Ah, you look adorable, Shouta!" Blushing hard, Shouta covered his nude chest with his forearms. "J-just help me put my costume on!" He didn't even want to see it happen, he closed his eyes and held his arms to his sides, opting to just let the demon handle it. He heard fabric rustling and Lucoa humming, leading up to the feeling of the soft material sliding onto his skin, over his torso and arms through the sleeves. It didn't feel like any clothing he had worn before, which wasn't an entirely bad thing, but the association of it being women's clothing made him hate it. Still, he kept quiet and let it happen without argument, if only to be done with it faster. "Okay, you're all dressed!" Reluctantly, Shouta opened his eyes, gazing down towards the floor, seeing his body in the process. He had seen the yellow and orange dress before, even worn it for fitting purposes, but he hated how demeaning it was. He groaned and went limp with only enough muscle tension to remain standing. It was so uncomfortable, and the only light at the end of the tunnel was that he'd never need to do this again after today. Actually, there just might have been a second source causing the irritation. "Why do I have to pee now," Shouta muttered, sliding the dress through his fingers. If he had the courage to ask before he had changed into this cumbersome costume, it would have been no trouble to visit the bathroom. Now, he'd have to go out in this thing, where he could be seen. He'd rather die than have to walk into the boy's room dressed like a girl. And he still wasn't done, he still needed the old Japanese outfit for the beginning of the show, before he transformed into a magical girl, on top of this. It'd be too much of a hassle to try and remove all of that clothing in a hurry, so either ask now and deal with the shame, or hold it for another half-hour. "Is something bothering you, Shouta?" And, Lucoa's presence somewhat limited his options. He couldn't just casually ask for the toilet with her around, even back when it would have been more convenient. If he made something as private as using the bathroom known as a current need, this girl, with her total lack of respect for boundaries, would probably take that as an invitation to join him in the bathroom. That was a line he was not about to let be crossed. "N-no, nothing's wrong!" He stood straight, rigid, balling his shivering hands into fists at his sides. "I just want to get this over with as fast as possible!" Lucoa raised an eyebrow inquisitively, though her perpetually closed eyes made it more difficult to tell. She had clung to Shouta long enough to know he was usually an honest kid, with no hesitation in telling off the former goddess, a trait she found exciting. It didn't take an interpersonal genius to determine the boy was hiding something, something he wasn't about to share. She wouldn't push it if he wouldn't tell on his own accord. "We'll be back at home, celebrating Christmas together before you know it!" "Don't ruin this holiday for me, she-witch!" Shouta would have run away from the temptress, if he didn't still have business in the dressing room. And that was taking up the limited time until curtains, leaving him no time to do his own business. "So I need to hold it...I can do that." Just survive a play and the time it'd take to change back into normal clothes, it wasn't impossible to believe he could handle that. --------------- Well, it may not have been an "impossible" task, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be incredibly difficult. At this point, Shouta was undoubtedly, unarguably, unquestionably desperate beyond his wildest imagination. His bladder hurt so bad, positively exuding pain like a burning fire or a stabbing needle many times over, it felt as if he might die, or at least explode. And the worst part was, basically no time had passed. He was still waiting backstage to go out at all, let alone survive the acting. How did it get so bad so fast? Maybe a little too much juice with breakfast? Yes, most of the cast was waiting behind the curtains for their cue with him, Shouta still couldn't help but give in to the instinct his bodily need demanded. The most he could do to maintain even the slightest dignity was hide out behind everyone else where they couldn't see him grabbing at his crotch. Unfortunately, beneath multiple layers of costume, his already weak grip was further dampened, as his clothes would also soon be. "Ohhh, there's no chance...I'm going to have an accident," he complained, crossing his legs and bouncing. Granted, he recognized it could be worse, he could be having this epiphany on stage with everyone staring. He was still far too old to pee himself, he hadn't gotten this close to the brink in an incredibly long time, back when it was okay for him to wet his pants. This time, he'd be made fun of, and nothing could stop the fact that there'd be a flood. The only kind of control he had left was where he'd be letting this one loose. Admittedly, the chance that it'd be all over the costume was growing in likelihood, either due to loss in control or just not caring any longer. Or he could...actually, he had no other ideas. Just let go on purpose and deal with the repercussions as they came. And he was starting to accept that, easing up on holding just a hair. Still, even giving up, he didn't want to just do it out in the open. The rest of the cast was more occupied watching Kanna on stage, which also meant Shouta's cue was fast approaching, but they'd look if they heard a leak. Unless, he were to do it a little further away, perhaps in the shadows where he'd be harder to see as well. Like that dark corner behind them, partially obscured by various props and other things the senior center put into storage. "I won't be noticed," he assured himself, hobbling over to the pile he had his eye on. "Just need to take it slow, stay quiet, and get it over with." Carefully, so as not to stumble over any of the debris, he lifted one leg up to his waist to clear the height. It was a necessary step, but a bad idea all the same, that kind of wide motion put serious strain on his ability to keep hold. Somehow, miraculously, it didn't completely spell doom, but it did mark the first drops finding their way out into the underwear, buried beneath so much clothing. At least that meant it would take a lot more to be visible, but it meant his frantic clutching at his crotch had little effect. "Nonononononono..." Shouta needed to cross his legs then and there to avoid total soaking. Problem was, he was in a precarious position, where the sudden movement sent him tumbling over. In some respect, that was worse than a little spurt, because crashing through the junk piled up was loud, absolutely guaranteed to get the attention of the girls backstage with him, and probably everyone in the audience. As he feared, the crash got the attention of everyone in sight, aside from Kanna being a true thespian and not breaking character. There were a few assorted shouts of concern that Shouta couldn't individually identify, but Lucoa's stuck out to him, maybe because she was the only one to rush to his aid. "Shouta, are you alright?!" Her calm demeanor and composure were suddenly missing as she ran to her human's side, her usually closed eyes open and looking actually worried for his safety. However, the sincerity was somewhat dulled by the way her body bounced in her magical fairy costume that somehow covered less than her swimsuit, or at least the one deemed appropriate for the public. Shouta had to admit, despite all the things Lucoa had done to him, he did always tend to get lost in her eyes whenever she opened them. He gladly took her outstretched hand, and wet himself a little more as she pulled him back to this feet. Yes, this was the least amount of privacy he'd had all day, but he couldn't act like nothing was wrong anymore. "I can't hold it...I have to pee right now!" He had no choice but to grab himself with the strength he had remaining, his need as bare as Lucoa's body. Without any warning, he was pulled into a soft hug, with plenty of padding for his head. "That's all? It's okay," Lucoa's gentle voice reassured, "nothing to be worried about. I'll get you to the bathroom." "B-but, I d-don't have time," Shouta stuttered and cried, tears running down his cheeks, holding back nothing. "It's fine," Elma the director chimed in. "This isn't a professional production or anything. Hurry up." She flicked her hand towards them, shooing them away, walking backwards onto the stage to address the audience about the sudden delay. Shouta couldn't react quickly, allowing his dragon to pick him up while facing away, delicate as she could so as to not startle him any more than necessary, and hoisted him onto her back, pressed against her fake wings. "W-wait! If I don't make it, you'll-" "Just need to use some magic. Focus on holding, I'll handle the rest." Without any strength to argue, Shouta stayed silent aside from muted grunts to himself, and the blonde woman carried him out into the halls. For such an on-the-spot action, she had put a surprising amount of thought into the way she carried her rider. Bending forward at a slight angle, he could lean against her to avoid falling backwards, and her arms were supporting him from below, eliminating the need for him to grab her shoulders, freeing them for the imperative crotch grabbing. If her grip wasn't so solid, he'd fall from the amount of squirming he was doing. She had rushed out from backstage like a hero, but Lucoa had made a critical mistake: she had no idea where the bathrooms in this building were. It wasn't big, she'd find them just by wandering around, the question was if Shouta had that time. His squeals of pain were frequent, she could feel his chest heaving against her back, it was a pretty clear final throes of desperation. Maybe he just needed a distraction, something to listen to. "Were you planning to go in the corner backstage?" She waited for a response, of course nothing came, but she did get a whine that could be translated as affirmative. "I've done it in a lot weirder places than that when I needed to. Nothing to be ashamed of." The poor little boy really didn't need to hear any anecdotes about pee at the moment. Lucoa wasn't going into any detail, thankfully, but now Shouta was thinking about her whizzing. She was big, she could probably go a lot with so few visits, especially considering he had never seen her use the bathroom despite living together. And, wherever she came from, she probably just went wherever she wanted to. He was picturing it already, Lucoa pulling her usual jean shorts down somewhere public with no regard to modesty and answering nature's call. Granted, it wasn't a detailed fantasy, not without any idea how women peed, but it was enough. Not that it had ever meaningfully stopped, but his spurts of urine grew more powerful, he could feel the power of them exiting his body, drenching the clothes in its path. It was impossible the soaking was still limited to his underwear, it had to be spreading to the dress by now. Who knew how long the outer costume would last? Truth be told, the dragon was already feeling the streams of warmth running down her bare back. Even with the costumes, Shouta's legs were still pretty exposed. It didn't gross Lucoa out, she had done much weirder and more disgusting things in her many years, but it was a sign that her little charge couldn't make it much further. A certain part of her wanted to tell Shouta he could wet himself if he needed to, while another part wanted to drop him on his feet and tell him he could pee on the floor. But, right before she had to make a decision between the two, one of the doors on the wall stood out to her, with its black plastic plaque reading "men". Lucoa, the former goddess, had to thank her previous coworkers for that miracle. "Shouta! We made it to the bathroom!" The purple-haired kid wanted so bad to jump off his ride and bolt into the boy's room, but he wasn't so confident it'd work as he imagined. "I...I still need your help." "That's what I expected." All the residents of the home were in the audience, so no one would see the disregard for gender division, not that Lucoa would ever care. She was surprisingly together, with a plan fully in mind and executing right away. She ran right to the urinal closest to the door, one of the short ones, stood directly in front of it like she was using it herself, and dropped Shouta slowly behind her. She lifted him up by the armpits and shoved him in front of the commode. Not backing away beyond that, Lucoa waited for her human to get started, for him to undress and pee, get that relief he had needed all this time. But, no matter how long she stood by patiently, he never did anything else besides dancing, crossing his legs and bouncing. Inside, Shouta was in ridiculous pain, his bladder cramped up and his privates burning, he couldn't do anything but hold and even that was failing. He was right in front of the toilet, he direly needed to use it, but he couldn't move his clothes. That pure ironic torture, combined with all the physical agony, pushed him to the point where he had no choice but to cry. That sound, absolute sadness from someone so close to her, lit a fire in Lucoa's eyes. She couldn't stand by and do nothing about this, so she knelt down to better match Shouta's height, darting her hands around his body to undo the ties of the outer costume. It was meant to come off in a matter of seconds with quick magic, but it still needed to physically be able to move, and his arms keeping a fierce grip was not working with the sleeves. She couldn't just ask him to let go for a second, or there'd be a puddle that made all this struggle for nothing. Already, droplets were growing to be easily visible, it would only get worse soon. There was no way to come out of this fully victorious, so it was all about minimizing the damage. He needed his clothes off as quick as possible without totally wetting himself. Shouta couldn't do anything, so it was up to Lucoa, who pried one arm away from his crotch at a time, sliding the top off one section at a time. Both time a hand was removed, Shouta cried out, and a little more golden liquid dribbled onto the floor before his arm was freed from the sleeve and he immediately grabbed himself again. It wasn't without a lot of wetting, but Shouta was down in nothing more than the dress. And it looked pitiful, not just the emasculation, but the stain on the front easily visible from the side. While most of the dress was yellow, the bottom was orange and white, which showed the dark wetness even more. It was large, shining, and sad. But he did realize there was so little between him and that sweet relief, and he lifted the hem of the dress to expose his absolutely soaked underwear, the wet patch continuously growing and dripping. The quantity may have been nothing to Lucoa, but if the roles were reversed, Shouta would be amazed a full accident hadn't taken place. Once again, the dragon was going to let her human deal with the rest himself, but once more, he couldn't do anything else. Nothing but bloomers in the way, but he couldn't move them. Finally, after coming this far, time was up. First there was a hissing noise, quickly followed by a small yellow trickle arcing out from the front, with little distance before falling and crashing onto the floor. He had somehow managed to retain some control over his bladder, but there was no way he could keep it. He was in agony still fighting to keep that modicum, peeing himself slowly was the extent of his power. If he was alone...he wouldn't have made it anywhere close to the bathroom, but just at this moment, he'd have an accident inches from the urinal. Lucky for him, he wasn't alone. Not that she ever respected these kinds of boundaries, but Lucoa asked no permission, just reached down to the front of Shouta's underwear and pulled the waistband down, enough for his boyhood to slide into the open, wet from pressing against the garment, and a steady stream of urine dribbling from the tip. It didn't have nearly the right angle to flow into the toilet, with the way it was pointed down, but Lucoa fixed that by grabbing the small shaft and aiming it herself. It's unknown whether Shouta even realized what was happening, but once he was properly positioned, he relinquished all restraint and began spraying the back wall of the urinal down. And, for a kid, the force was incredible. It sounded like someone filling a bath, and the quantity of pee running out stiffened the penis in Lucoa's grip. The small pool of water at the foot of the porcelain fixture was rising and dyeing a deep gold, and the torrent just wouldn't stop. That last point wasn't even bothering Shouta, because this felt so relieving. Completely accidentally, he had been pushed to his absolute bodily limit, he couldn't have help another drop. Yet somehow, in spite of all that, he had made it to the bathroom. His eyes were closed, head hanging back, and his mouth dropped open. "Ohhhhh..." Half a minute later, he realized, he'd be at this for a while longer, and he was over the initial shock of the bliss. Now was the time to get something off his chest. "Listen, Lucoa...thank you so much for your help. There was no chance I would have made it without..." Only then, with his eyes open, did he realize what she had been doing. He had gone kind of numb down below quite a while ago, so this was his first exposure. His face turned bright red, his jaw stayed open, and all he could vocalize was a couple light chokes of shock. Lucoa didn't reel back, defend herself, or do anything to indicate remorse. Instead, she looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You're all good? I'm glad you didn't have to wet yourself...well, not that much. And you're so cute down here!" She didn't disturb the fire hose of pee, but she did slide his junk through her fingers a little. How could Shouta respond to that? That was something incredibly inappropriate, and she had just casually done it like it was nothing unusual. Maybe she didn't know better? No, the concept of "bad touch" still had to be a thing wherever she came from. He couldn't say anything, the sheer audacity of her actions made him forget what was so wrong with those actions. He didn't take his parts back into his own hands, just kept holding up the wet dress. Finally, his pulsing flood eased up, over a minute after he lost it. For his size and the power he was releasing, that was a large volume, something he'd struggle to match again, even as an adult. Busy keeping clothes out of the way, for the little good it did keeping them dry, Lucoa picked up the slack and shook him dry, tucking his member back into the underwear, getting it wet all over again. She had a little trouble getting it back in its proper place, it seemed to be a little..."harder" than usual from her touch. With his parts back in their private place, Shouta wasted no time dropping the dress and backing away. "N-never do that again!" "Huh? But you needed it," Lucoa pouted, "you would have been all wet without it!" Shouta took a deep breath to regain his composure. "I appreciate that, and thank you again for helping me. But try to leave my junk out of it!" For the hundredth time that day, he covered his crotch, but without any grip this time. Lucoa seemed confused, like she seriously didn't understand why Shouta's little man would be such a touchy subject. Maybe it was just smarter to move onto the pressing matter. "Let me fix your clothes. Stay still." She held out her right hand, a red magic circle materialized and spun, and in a flash of light, Shouta's costume was completely dry. "There, just like new! Don't forget to take your other costume!" In disbelief, Shouta felt up the dress, amazed that it was truly dry. "W-wow...thanks. You're a good...whatever you are." Maybe he was starting to doubt his interpretation of the beautiful woman that lived in his house. Maybe she wasn't so bad. Or so he thought, until another thought occurred to him. "Wait, if you could clean up a mess, why did I have to wait all the way here? I almost died!" "Wouldn't you have rather gone in the bathroom? You wouldn't have wanted to be seen backstage, right?" "Yeah, I'd rather use the bathroom, if I wasn't in constant agony all the way here! I could have just gone into the hallway, wet myself, and skipped this whole thing!" The two continued to argue, Lucoa being the more assertive, but Shouta wasn't backing down either. They debated over the pain, the location, the concepts of modesty and societal expectations, and the privacy of Shouta's penis, the point he argued strongest about. They got so heated that they forgot they were doing something before this little potty break, lost in the yelling. But somehow, this felt right, like this kind of divide was the way their relationship was supposed to be. MasterXploder and Brotaku 2 Quote Link to comment
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HaHaTimeForOmo 32 Posted August 29, 2021 Share Posted August 29, 2021 On 8/19/2017 at 5:35 PM, Captain L said: Author's note: Goddamn, MasterXploder, calm it down with the editing! A million things to fix on this one! --------------- "How could my life get any worse?" Shouta Magatsuchi was savvy enough to know bad things happened to whoever tempted fate like that, but the fifth-grade boy honestly believed his words. True, a lot of facets to his existence were going well, his family was fine (whenever he saw them), his grades were good, even his magical talent was impressive for his age. There was just one thing ruining everything, and her name was Quetzalcoatl. He had unintentionally summoned her into his home a while back while practicing magic, and she wouldn't leave. If that wasn't bad enough, the way she continued to cling to him was concerning, to put it lightly. She joined him in baths, slept into the same bed, and routinely suffocated him between her not sweater puppies, but full-grown sweater mastiff hounds. She was getting a lot closer to a young boy than most would be allowed, and that meant only one explanation: he had summoned a succubus that wanted to feed on him! Quetzalcoatl, or Lucoa, had denied this many times, but Shouta didn't believe it. Aside from her horns, horns a demon would also have, she had no characteristics of the dragon she claimed to be, especially now that Shouta had seen other dragons to compare. Lucoa lacked a tail even when fully exposed, a state he had seen her in too many times to count. Okay, maybe he had been growing closer to Lucoa over the months they had lived together, but then she'd do something that would sour his opinion of her again. Right now, the source of his frustration was a Christmas play the dragons' circle of friends was putting on for the elderly home. Even if he wasn't an actor, he wasn't too against that idea. The problem was where the rewrites of this script were going. Initially, this was just supposed to be "The Little Match Girl", with Kanna in the title role. A hundred changes later, it now involved Shouta turning into a magical girl in the middle of the show, costume and all. Lucoa didn't even object to the humiliation, she was actually excited to see him in a dress. But everyone else was on board, and they had put so much time and pain into the production, it'd be mean to object now. The real embarrassing thing now was, as they were nearing the performance time, Shouta needed help with his costume. He didn't have any idea how to put one of these on, especially not by himself, and he had no other male actors to help. So, he needed Lucoa to dress him, in full wardrobe that required he completely strip down. At least she was accommodating enough to not look when he changed underwear, though he wasn't convinced she didn't peek. It was hard to tell with her eyes always closed. With no one looking, Shouta took in how pathetic he looked in this state of undress. They weren't even normal women's underwear like he had seen in his mom's laundry, more like white bloomers. That technically meant they covered more, but they were so...flowery, with all the fabric frills. This was already the most mortifying thing he had ever been subject to, and he hadn't even gone out in front of the crowd yet. With no prompting, Lucoa decided it was okay to look now, and she smiled. "Ah, you look adorable, Shouta!" Blushing hard, Shouta covered his nude chest with his forearms. "J-just help me put my costume on!" He didn't even want to see it happen, he closed his eyes and held his arms to his sides, opting to just let the demon handle it. He heard fabric rustling and Lucoa humming, leading up to the feeling of the soft material sliding onto his skin, over his torso and arms through the sleeves. It didn't feel like any clothing he had worn before, which wasn't an entirely bad thing, but the association of it being women's clothing made him hate it. Still, he kept quiet and let it happen without argument, if only to be done with it faster. "Okay, you're all dressed!" Reluctantly, Shouta opened his eyes, gazing down towards the floor, seeing his body in the process. He had seen the yellow and orange dress before, even worn it for fitting purposes, but he hated how demeaning it was. He groaned and went limp with only enough muscle tension to remain standing. It was so uncomfortable, and the only light at the end of the tunnel was that he'd never need to do this again after today. Actually, there just might have been a second source causing the irritation. "Why do I have to pee now," Shouta muttered, sliding the dress through his fingers. If he had the courage to ask before he had changed into this cumbersome costume, it would have been no trouble to visit the bathroom. Now, he'd have to go out in this thing, where he could be seen. He'd rather die than have to walk into the boy's room dressed like a girl. And he still wasn't done, he still needed the old Japanese outfit for the beginning of the show, before he transformed into a magical girl, on top of this. It'd be too much of a hassle to try and remove all of that clothing in a hurry, so either ask now and deal with the shame, or hold it for another half-hour. "Is something bothering you, Shouta?" And, Lucoa's presence somewhat limited his options. He couldn't just casually ask for the toilet with her around, even back when it would have been more convenient. If he made something as private as using the bathroom known as a current need, this girl, with her total lack of respect for boundaries, would probably take that as an invitation to join him in the bathroom. That was a line he was not about to let be crossed. "N-no, nothing's wrong!" He stood straight, rigid, balling his shivering hands into fists at his sides. "I just want to get this over with as fast as possible!" Lucoa raised an eyebrow inquisitively, though her perpetually closed eyes made it more difficult to tell. She had clung to Shouta long enough to know he was usually an honest kid, with no hesitation in telling off the former goddess, a trait she found exciting. It didn't take an interpersonal genius to determine the boy was hiding something, something he wasn't about to share. She wouldn't push it if he wouldn't tell on his own accord. "We'll be back at home, celebrating Christmas together before you know it!" "Don't ruin this holiday for me, she-witch!" Shouta would have run away from the temptress, if he didn't still have business in the dressing room. And that was taking up the limited time until curtains, leaving him no time to do his own business. "So I need to hold it...I can do that." Just survive a play and the time it'd take to change back into normal clothes, it wasn't impossible to believe he could handle that. --------------- Well, it may not have been an "impossible" task, but that didn't mean it wouldn't be incredibly difficult. At this point, Shouta was undoubtedly, unarguably, unquestionably desperate beyond his wildest imagination. His bladder hurt so bad, positively exuding pain like a burning fire or a stabbing needle many times over, it felt as if he might die, or at least explode. And the worst part was, basically no time had passed. He was still waiting backstage to go out at all, let alone survive the acting. How did it get so bad so fast? Maybe a little too much juice with breakfast? Yes, most of the cast was waiting behind the curtains for their cue with him, Shouta still couldn't help but give in to the instinct his bodily need demanded. The most he could do to maintain even the slightest dignity was hide out behind everyone else where they couldn't see him grabbing at his crotch. Unfortunately, beneath multiple layers of costume, his already weak grip was further dampened, as his clothes would also soon be. "Ohhh, there's no chance...I'm going to have an accident," he complained, crossing his legs and bouncing. Granted, he recognized it could be worse, he could be having this epiphany on stage with everyone staring. He was still far too old to pee himself, he hadn't gotten this close to the brink in an incredibly long time, back when it was okay for him to wet his pants. This time, he'd be made fun of, and nothing could stop the fact that there'd be a flood. The only kind of control he had left was where he'd be letting this one loose. Admittedly, the chance that it'd be all over the costume was growing in likelihood, either due to loss in control or just not caring any longer. Or he could...actually, he had no other ideas. Just let go on purpose and deal with the repercussions as they came. And he was starting to accept that, easing up on holding just a hair. Still, even giving up, he didn't want to just do it out in the open. The rest of the cast was more occupied watching Kanna on stage, which also meant Shouta's cue was fast approaching, but they'd look if they heard a leak. Unless, he were to do it a little further away, perhaps in the shadows where he'd be harder to see as well. Like that dark corner behind them, partially obscured by various props and other things the senior center put into storage. "I won't be noticed," he assured himself, hobbling over to the pile he had his eye on. "Just need to take it slow, stay quiet, and get it over with." Carefully, so as not to stumble over any of the debris, he lifted one leg up to his waist to clear the height. It was a necessary step, but a bad idea all the same, that kind of wide motion put serious strain on his ability to keep hold. Somehow, miraculously, it didn't completely spell doom, but it did mark the first drops finding their way out into the underwear, buried beneath so much clothing. At least that meant it would take a lot more to be visible, but it meant his frantic clutching at his crotch had little effect. "Nonononononono..." Shouta needed to cross his legs then and there to avoid total soaking. Problem was, he was in a precarious position, where the sudden movement sent him tumbling over. In some respect, that was worse than a little spurt, because crashing through the junk piled up was loud, absolutely guaranteed to get the attention of the girls backstage with him, and probably everyone in the audience. As he feared, the crash got the attention of everyone in sight, aside from Kanna being a true thespian and not breaking character. There were a few assorted shouts of concern that Shouta couldn't individually identify, but Lucoa's stuck out to him, maybe because she was the only one to rush to his aid. "Shouta, are you alright?!" Her calm demeanor and composure were suddenly missing as she ran to her human's side, her usually closed eyes open and looking actually worried for his safety. However, the sincerity was somewhat dulled by the way her body bounced in her magical fairy costume that somehow covered less than her swimsuit, or at least the one deemed appropriate for the public. Shouta had to admit, despite all the things Lucoa had done to him, he did always tend to get lost in her eyes whenever she opened them. He gladly took her outstretched hand, and wet himself a little more as she pulled him back to this feet. Yes, this was the least amount of privacy he'd had all day, but he couldn't act like nothing was wrong anymore. "I can't hold it...I have to pee right now!" He had no choice but to grab himself with the strength he had remaining, his need as bare as Lucoa's body. Without any warning, he was pulled into a soft hug, with plenty of padding for his head. "That's all? It's okay," Lucoa's gentle voice reassured, "nothing to be worried about. I'll get you to the bathroom." "B-but, I d-don't have time," Shouta stuttered and cried, tears running down his cheeks, holding back nothing. "It's fine," Elma the director chimed in. "This isn't a professional production or anything. Hurry up." She flicked her hand towards them, shooing them away, walking backwards onto the stage to address the audience about the sudden delay. Shouta couldn't react quickly, allowing his dragon to pick him up while facing away, delicate as she could so as to not startle him any more than necessary, and hoisted him onto her back, pressed against her fake wings. "W-wait! If I don't make it, you'll-" "Just need to use some magic. Focus on holding, I'll handle the rest." Without any strength to argue, Shouta stayed silent aside from muted grunts to himself, and the blonde woman carried him out into the halls. For such an on-the-spot action, she had put a surprising amount of thought into the way she carried her rider. Bending forward at a slight angle, he could lean against her to avoid falling backwards, and her arms were supporting him from below, eliminating the need for him to grab her shoulders, freeing them for the imperative crotch grabbing. If her grip wasn't so solid, he'd fall from the amount of squirming he was doing. She had rushed out from backstage like a hero, but Lucoa had made a critical mistake: she had no idea where the bathrooms in this building were. It wasn't big, she'd find them just by wandering around, the question was if Shouta had that time. His squeals of pain were frequent, she could feel his chest heaving against her back, it was a pretty clear final throes of desperation. Maybe he just needed a distraction, something to listen to. "Were you planning to go in the corner backstage?" She waited for a response, of course nothing came, but she did get a whine that could be translated as affirmative. "I've done it in a lot weirder places than that when I needed to. Nothing to be ashamed of." The poor little boy really didn't need to hear any anecdotes about pee at the moment. Lucoa wasn't going into any detail, thankfully, but now Shouta was thinking about her whizzing. She was big, she could probably go a lot with so few visits, especially considering he had never seen her use the bathroom despite living together. And, wherever she came from, she probably just went wherever she wanted to. He was picturing it already, Lucoa pulling her usual jean shorts down somewhere public with no regard to modesty and answering nature's call. Granted, it wasn't a detailed fantasy, not without any idea how women peed, but it was enough. Not that it had ever meaningfully stopped, but his spurts of urine grew more powerful, he could feel the power of them exiting his body, drenching the clothes in its path. It was impossible the soaking was still limited to his underwear, it had to be spreading to the dress by now. Who knew how long the outer costume would last? Truth be told, the dragon was already feeling the streams of warmth running down her bare back. Even with the costumes, Shouta's legs were still pretty exposed. It didn't gross Lucoa out, she had done much weirder and more disgusting things in her many years, but it was a sign that her little charge couldn't make it much further. A certain part of her wanted to tell Shouta he could wet himself if he needed to, while another part wanted to drop him on his feet and tell him he could pee on the floor. But, right before she had to make a decision between the two, one of the doors on the wall stood out to her, with its black plastic plaque reading "men". Lucoa, the former goddess, had to thank her previous coworkers for that miracle. "Shouta! We made it to the bathroom!" The purple-haired kid wanted so bad to jump off his ride and bolt into the boy's room, but he wasn't so confident it'd work as he imagined. "I...I still need your help." "That's what I expected." All the residents of the home were in the audience, so no one would see the disregard for gender division, not that Lucoa would ever care. She was surprisingly together, with a plan fully in mind and executing right away. She ran right to the urinal closest to the door, one of the short ones, stood directly in front of it like she was using it herself, and dropped Shouta slowly behind her. She lifted him up by the armpits and shoved him in front of the commode. Not backing away beyond that, Lucoa waited for her human to get started, for him to undress and pee, get that relief he had needed all this time. But, no matter how long she stood by patiently, he never did anything else besides dancing, crossing his legs and bouncing. Inside, Shouta was in ridiculous pain, his bladder cramped up and his privates burning, he couldn't do anything but hold and even that was failing. He was right in front of the toilet, he direly needed to use it, but he couldn't move his clothes. That pure ironic torture, combined with all the physical agony, pushed him to the point where he had no choice but to cry. That sound, absolute sadness from someone so close to her, lit a fire in Lucoa's eyes. She couldn't stand by and do nothing about this, so she knelt down to better match Shouta's height, darting her hands around his body to undo the ties of the outer costume. It was meant to come off in a matter of seconds with quick magic, but it still needed to physically be able to move, and his arms keeping a fierce grip was not working with the sleeves. She couldn't just ask him to let go for a second, or there'd be a puddle that made all this struggle for nothing. Already, droplets were growing to be easily visible, it would only get worse soon. There was no way to come out of this fully victorious, so it was all about minimizing the damage. He needed his clothes off as quick as possible without totally wetting himself. Shouta couldn't do anything, so it was up to Lucoa, who pried one arm away from his crotch at a time, sliding the top off one section at a time. Both time a hand was removed, Shouta cried out, and a little more golden liquid dribbled onto the floor before his arm was freed from the sleeve and he immediately grabbed himself again. It wasn't without a lot of wetting, but Shouta was down in nothing more than the dress. And it looked pitiful, not just the emasculation, but the stain on the front easily visible from the side. While most of the dress was yellow, the bottom was orange and white, which showed the dark wetness even more. It was large, shining, and sad. But he did realize there was so little between him and that sweet relief, and he lifted the hem of the dress to expose his absolutely soaked underwear, the wet patch continuously growing and dripping. The quantity may have been nothing to Lucoa, but if the roles were reversed, Shouta would be amazed a full accident hadn't taken place. Once again, the dragon was going to let her human deal with the rest himself, but once more, he couldn't do anything else. Nothing but bloomers in the way, but he couldn't move them. Finally, after coming this far, time was up. First there was a hissing noise, quickly followed by a small yellow trickle arcing out from the front, with little distance before falling and crashing onto the floor. He had somehow managed to retain some control over his bladder, but there was no way he could keep it. He was in agony still fighting to keep that modicum, peeing himself slowly was the extent of his power. If he was alone...he wouldn't have made it anywhere close to the bathroom, but just at this moment, he'd have an accident inches from the urinal. Lucky for him, he wasn't alone. Not that she ever respected these kinds of boundaries, but Lucoa asked no permission, just reached down to the front of Shouta's underwear and pulled the waistband down, enough for his boyhood to slide into the open, wet from pressing against the garment, and a steady stream of urine dribbling from the tip. It didn't have nearly the right angle to flow into the toilet, with the way it was pointed down, but Lucoa fixed that by grabbing the small shaft and aiming it herself. It's unknown whether Shouta even realized what was happening, but once he was properly positioned, he relinquished all restraint and began spraying the back wall of the urinal down. And, for a kid, the force was incredible. It sounded like someone filling a bath, and the quantity of pee running out stiffened the penis in Lucoa's grip. The small pool of water at the foot of the porcelain fixture was rising and dyeing a deep gold, and the torrent just wouldn't stop. That last point wasn't even bothering Shouta, because this felt so relieving. Completely accidentally, he had been pushed to his absolute bodily limit, he couldn't have help another drop. Yet somehow, in spite of all that, he had made it to the bathroom. His eyes were closed, head hanging back, and his mouth dropped open. "Ohhhhh..." Half a minute later, he realized, he'd be at this for a while longer, and he was over the initial shock of the bliss. Now was the time to get something off his chest. "Listen, Lucoa...thank you so much for your help. There was no chance I would have made it without..." Only then, with his eyes open, did he realize what she had been doing. He had gone kind of numb down below quite a while ago, so this was his first exposure. His face turned bright red, his jaw stayed open, and all he could vocalize was a couple light chokes of shock. Lucoa didn't reel back, defend herself, or do anything to indicate remorse. Instead, she looked him in the eyes and smiled. "You're all good? I'm glad you didn't have to wet yourself...well, not that much. And you're so cute down here!" She didn't disturb the fire hose of pee, but she did slide his junk through her fingers a little. How could Shouta respond to that? That was something incredibly inappropriate, and she had just casually done it like it was nothing unusual. Maybe she didn't know better? No, the concept of "bad touch" still had to be a thing wherever she came from. He couldn't say anything, the sheer audacity of her actions made him forget what was so wrong with those actions. He didn't take his parts back into his own hands, just kept holding up the wet dress. Finally, his pulsing flood eased up, over a minute after he lost it. For his size and the power he was releasing, that was a large volume, something he'd struggle to match again, even as an adult. Busy keeping clothes out of the way, for the little good it did keeping them dry, Lucoa picked up the slack and shook him dry, tucking his member back into the underwear, getting it wet all over again. She had a little trouble getting it back in its proper place, it seemed to be a little..."harder" than usual from her touch. With his parts back in their private place, Shouta wasted no time dropping the dress and backing away. "N-never do that again!" "Huh? But you needed it," Lucoa pouted, "you would have been all wet without it!" Shouta took a deep breath to regain his composure. "I appreciate that, and thank you again for helping me. But try to leave my junk out of it!" For the hundredth time that day, he covered his crotch, but without any grip this time. Lucoa seemed confused, like she seriously didn't understand why Shouta's little man would be such a touchy subject. Maybe it was just smarter to move onto the pressing matter. "Let me fix your clothes. Stay still." She held out her right hand, a red magic circle materialized and spun, and in a flash of light, Shouta's costume was completely dry. "There, just like new! Don't forget to take your other costume!" In disbelief, Shouta felt up the dress, amazed that it was truly dry. "W-wow...thanks. You're a good...whatever you are." Maybe he was starting to doubt his interpretation of the beautiful woman that lived in his house. Maybe she wasn't so bad. Or so he thought, until another thought occurred to him. "Wait, if you could clean up a mess, why did I have to wait all the way here? I almost died!" "Wouldn't you have rather gone in the bathroom? You wouldn't have wanted to be seen backstage, right?" "Yeah, I'd rather use the bathroom, if I wasn't in constant agony all the way here! I could have just gone into the hallway, wet myself, and skipped this whole thing!" The two continued to argue, Lucoa being the more assertive, but Shouta wasn't backing down either. They debated over the pain, the location, the concepts of modesty and societal expectations, and the privacy of Shouta's penis, the point he argued strongest about. They got so heated that they forgot they were doing something before this little potty break, lost in the yelling. But somehow, this felt right, like this kind of divide was the way their relationship was supposed to be. The revelation that Lucoa can fire an actual bladder-filling laser puts this whole chapter in a new light Quote Link to comment
Captain L 1,648 Posted August 30, 2021 Author Share Posted August 30, 2021 3 hours ago, HaHaTimeForOmo said: The revelation that Lucoa can fire an actual bladder-filling laser puts this whole chapter in a new light Since I just happened to write myself an in with Shouta not understanding how he could be so desperate already, it seems likely in this canon that Lucoa intervened. I've already decided that she must find the sight of Shouta squirmy and holding to be extremely cute, she wouldn't miss out on the chance to see him in that state while dressed like a girl. Quote Link to comment
Ms. Tito 1,569 Posted September 5, 2021 Share Posted September 5, 2021 On 5/1/2017 at 9:51 PM, Captain L said: Author's note: Edited by MasterXploder. Surprised with the stuff you catch. --------------- "You dragons are weird." Explaining to Tohru why she was home early, Kobayashi really had no choice but to also recount Elma's part of the story. That bit was how she ended the tale. "You don't have to be so judging," the dragon replied. "I've seen you do some weird things when you need to use the bathroom too." "Yeah yeah, I know, I piss myself when I'm drunk, you really don't have to keep reminding me." "That's not what I was talking about this time..." Tohru nervously played with her fingers, rubbing her fingertips and tapping them on the back of the opposite hand. "Do you remember when we met?" "When we first met? I was pretty black-out wasted, meeting a freaking dragon is hazy, no way I'd remember anything less." "Aww..." Tohru's head fell, that the most important moment in her life was forgotten by the woman who made it so special. "Okay, then, it's my story time. Here's what happened..." "Please don't exaggerate, I don't want to hear you making up something like 'I asked to grab your tits'." --------------- "Woooooo!" Kobayashi was having a good time, most people do when they're so flat-out drunk they take the train to the mountains when they'd need to go to work the next morning. But it wasn't all bad, she didn't run into any bears that would maul a defenseless programmer. Just a giant dragon. Honestly, that should have been enough to kill her where her body would never be found, but she did the good deed of removing a fatal sword, so that earned her tolerance from the reptile. And they were having a good conversation. Kobayashi was just venting about how much her life sucked, and Tohru, in a human form, was listening and agreeing despite her total lack of understanding of human culture. Kobayashi was just that charismatic, or something else that got Tohru invested in the discussion. Maybe it was just the alcohol, this woman's bender was lasting as long as she could manage. "So...this is that alcohol that Lucoa mentioned?" Tohru looked over the cup her drinking partner had on her for some reason, trying to comprehend the appeal of a beverage that makes the drinker do some crazy stuff. "Yeah! It's great, everything's fun now! I found a dragon, that's pretty rad!" She put her arm around Tohru's shoulder and swung them both side to side in a lazy attempt at a dance. To keep the party going, she reached into her coat. "Hold on, I got more!" She dug through every pocket on her person looking for the good stuff, but was unable to locate more booze. "Oh, I guess I'm out." She sulked and drooped her head, all sad and depressed. Even though this Kobayashi was nothing more than a simple human, Tohru found herself a little disappointed that her stash was empty. "Wait here," she commanded, swiping her arm upwards to open a portal to her home world. The sudden surge of energy blew a wind around the women, most notably blowing Tohru's cloak all around. She had nothing on underneath, but right now, she didn't care. "I'll be right back." Wings sprouted from her back, and the dragon was gone. So now Kobayashi had to entertain herself. Her first solution was taking in the scenery, the tranquil forest. She had ended up so far away from civilization, there were no sounds of modern society, just wind and the occasional hooting of an owl. Within seconds, she had seen all there was to see, and she fell over in a drunken stupor. The impact rattled her body, not to the point she'd throw up, but it shook up a different organ. "Yep. Gotta piss." That was just an inevitability with how many drinks she had consumed, let alone alcohol. She could hold her liquor, but once it went south, that's when it got difficult. The last time she had voided herself was immediately before leaving the bar. How long ago was that? She couldn't even use the intervening events to gauge, given the weird stuff that had occurred in that time that could fill a year in her life's biography. Point was, Kobayashi couldn't see herself returning to human culture any time soon. If she was to empty her bladder, it was going to be around here. That was fine with her, she had her share of experience with that kind of thing. That's what happened with long train rides from work, sometimes it just took too long and making it back home was an impossibility. After all, if no one would see, who really cared? That was all the convincing the programmer needed, she stumbled back onto her feet and staggered towards one of the trees, her coat slipping off her shoulders somewhere along the line. Standing in front of the thick trunk, she prepared to squat down like girls do, but hesitated. She was drunk, she wasn't thinking straight, it was time to get experimental. "Let's try it standing up like a guy!" Instead, she began fumbling to remove her belt, she was still thinking enough to recognize she had the disadvantage of needing to remove her pants. Just as she was unbuttoning, Tohru finally returned through the portal, carrying a large barrel over her shoulder. "I'm back! I found some really good alcohol from my home! Let's see how you handle..." In the middle of her proclamation, she finally noticed her drinking buddy's change in location. "Um, what are you doing?" "Oh, hey dragon! I just gotta take a quick whiz!" It actually didn't matter she was being watched, at least when she wasn't sober, she resumed undressing, letting her pants fall to her ankles and showing off her appropriately-colored yellow panties. Tohru covered her nose to hide some sudden bleeding, which only escalated when Kobayashi continued by sliding that underwear down and exposing her butt. Still, for reasons beyond the sudden arousal, Tohru was fascinated. She was raised to hate humans, that was programmed into her personality (even if she had made an exception in the past), yet she had put herself into a similar body for the time being. And, quite honestly, that body also felt the need to relieve itself now, with its owner having no idea how to do so. A demonstration would be of immediate benefit. To get the best view, the dragon dropped her haul and snuck next to the half-naked woman, around the circumference of the same tree. If she even noticed, Kobayashi didn't mind. With her arms at her side, she tilted her hips forward to arc her privates away from her feet. Things looked clear, and she started peeing without a moment wasted. And damn, did it look relieving. It erupted from her in a thick rush, golden and clear, bubbling up and steaming once it hit the ground. The sigh that came out was broken and heavy, this could have been the best leak she'd had in a long time. It just had one major error that ruined the whole thing. She was aiming to shoot forward, so it would run down the bark and pool at the roots. Instead, even with the attempt at an angle, her urine still managed to gain no distance, it crashed right into the front of her panties and soaked through into her dress pants. And of course, it took her too long to notice. "Aw, crap." Tohru didn't have a frame of reference for how humans peeing was supposed to look, but even she could tell this wasn't right. "What are you trying to do?" "Trying to piss standing up like a dude. Guess chicks can't really." The dragon looked over Kobayashi, certain bits in particular, how those parts were working. She had no idea about any of the intricacies of human genitalia, she didn't even know much about the reptilian equivalent, but she was keen to solve the mystery. From her perspective, it seemed the issue was the initial slant, it just didn't provide forward momentum, it would need manual adjustment. First things first, she'd need visual confirmation to fine tune the process. Tohru didn't need to put so much effort into undressing, she just flung the cloak off her body, becoming completely nude. She spread her feet apart to fully bring her dragonhood into the open, and started going. She wasn't as bursting as Kobayashi, so the result wasn't quite so forceful, but it looked just as nice. She could have kept at it like this, she wasn't wetting anything, but she was curious and wanted an answer. Tohru took her hands and positioned them around her privates. The first touch involved her claws, and that's when she discovered this body was nowhere near as durable, that hurt and she yelped. Now she was being careful, retracting her talons and generally being a lot more gentle. She began playing with her personal waterfall, changing the type of spray to things like a thin, fan-like spread, the amount that instead ran down her legs, and the impact point. That last one in particular took a lot of finagling, but she did find the correct arrangement. Satisfied, she relaxed and took in the relaxing feeling, with that perfect splash of pee against the wooden trunk, the golden stream cascading down through the cracks in the bark. Now this was an ideal bathroom visit. Except for the other girl directly to her left, that was a little weird, but she had brought that upon herself. "Hey, I figured it out!" Just as the declaration of success was made, the adjacent water stream died. Kobayashi looked over at Tohru's success, and down at the puddle covering and beneath her shoes, and how much of it was now one with her pants. "Well, that sucks. Should have just squatted." Still, she shrugged and pulled her clothes back up. Lazily, though, she barely got past zipping and buttoning her pants before giving up, leaving her belt open and swinging free as she hobbled away, back to the new stash of hooch that marked what she now called home. "Come on, dragon! Pop the keg open and let's get back to partying!" Tohru would have liked to comply, but she was kind of busy now. No matter how much golden release soaked into the dirt, more just kept coming to maintain and expand the puddle splayed out before her, big enough to be warming the soles of her feet. "Hurry up," she shouted, baring her sharp teeth like it would intimidate herself. At least she was the only one frustrated, Kobayashi was watching from afar, intently and laughing. "Damn! How much can dragons piss?" That caught Tohru off-guard, praise like that, from a human no less. "Uh...a lot? Maybe the same as I would in dragon form?" She just had to deal with the pipe releasing it being much smaller than it would be on her full body, thereby taking forever. As in, a full ten minutes before her bladder ran dry, with a resulting pool at the roots that could probably keep it watered for a month. And, as she soon discovered, she had not thrown her robe far, allowing it to get drenched off to the side, where no one had noticed it floating in dragon fluid. Somehow, she had managed to soak her clothes more than Kobayashi, there was barely a dry spot to hold it up by. Still, she wasn't bothered. She barely cared about being naked, and she could clean it. In a move that would disgust most others, Tohru shoved the whole cloak into her mouth, swished it around her puffed-out cheeks, and spat it back out. Now it was perfectly clean, the power of magic at work, and she draped it back over her body. Ever easily impressed, Kobayashi clapped at the display of mythical power. Tohru looked at her audience, with her pants shining in the moonlight. "Do you want me to wash your clothes too?" "Ooh, willing like a proper maid! Nah, I can survive a little dampness!" It seemed like a deliberate downplay of her own predicament, but she actually couldn't register how drenched she was under her own inebriation. She had been talking about maids all night, and Tohru was familiar with the occupation, but that final statement had piqued her curiosity at last. "Okay, what is being a maid all about?" Kobayashi broke into a huge smile and cracked her knuckles. "Alright then, listen up, dragon! You're entering a world you knew nothing of before now!" And thus, the office worker began a lecture worthy of a college professor, and Tohru was ready to learn. Even after Kobayashi finally passed out, was returned home, and returned to a kind of ordinary life, a dragon's lesson of maids continued for long after. Because she moved in with Kobayashi. --------------- "Yeah yeah, I put that together." "Huh," Tohru asked. "That you moved in with me after that. Amazingly, I noticed." "So I'm not a good storyteller?" "Don't quit your day job," Kobayashi offered. "Actually, I suppose it was a little evocative." "Really?" "Yeah, I gotta piss now." The redhead got up and left for the bathroom, and her dragon maid was alone in the living room. And she was fine with that. "Miss Kobayashi complimented me!" She freaked out the way humans usually did around their dragons, falling onto the couch in the process. It took nearly the entirety of Kobayashi's toilet visit for her to calm down, but she did eventually sit still. "I'm so glad I met you, Miss Kobayashi," she whispered lovingly. Not quietly enough, it seems. "Don't make it weird," Kobayashi ordered, prompting Tohru to straighten out and sit upright under the master's request. This is canon now if anyone disagrees fuck you 1v1 me on Mata Nui the Online Game. Quote Link to comment
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